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Huge waves roared and threw the ship into the air. (Please search, or enter directly to see the latest chapter) The night of the Moonlight Sea is cold and dangerous, devouring countless lives.

In addition to the boatmen who were screaming on the deck, the ship was crowded with more than twenty young children. They cried loudly and called out the names of their parents. But the only answer to them was the sound of the wind and waves, and the temperature getting lower and lower.

"Throw the imps into the sea!"

Captain Eaton roared and decided to abandon the cargo. He is a well-known human trafficker in the Northland, who made his fortune by selling children. The profits of this kind of business are staggeringly high, and it only takes one out of five times to make a lot of money.

Several sailors immediately rushed to the cabin, intending to throw the children into the sea to lose weight. As a result, they saw a teenage boy standing at the hatch, staring at them fixedly.

"Start with him!"

Eaton roared, not understanding why the sailors had stopped. Then something was wrong with him, for the boy's eyes were shining with silver.

Eaton immediately drew his waist knife and rushed over. An unseen force knocked him away, and Eaton was knocked unconscious on the deck by the back of the bounced knife.

"You're all going to die. ”

The boy stood up from the board and whispered. Several of the sailors facing him collapsed together, blood gushing out of their mouths like fountains. The boy stepped forward and walked towards Eaton, who had been awakened by the waves. Eaton shuddered involuntarily, remembering a legendary title, the Psyker.

Psionics are gifted beings who can turn their psychic energy into substance, tearing enemies to shreds and even destroying entire cities. Eaton crawled backwards in horror, fearful of the approaching boy. Finally he touched a well-wound crossbow and smiled evilly.

No matter how amazing his strength was, the boy was still too naïve. When Eaton pulled the trigger of the crossbow, the boy only had time to unleash all his psychic powers. The off-string crossbow bolt collided with the psychic power halfway through, spinning and flying. It swept across most of the boat, and finally slammed into the boy's neck with a thud.

At the same time, the whole ship trembled. It was kneaded by the giant palm of the psychic power, and there was a cracking sound. Eaton crushed with the ship and scattered into the sea as pieces of meat and sawdust. He didn't even have time to scream before he turned into fish food.

"I'm going to live. ”

The boy raised his hand to cover the wound and whispered hard.

"I want revenge - !!"

The boy roared at the sky, completely oblivious to the blood trickling down. His parents died at the hands of a mage, and the boy who witnessed the tragedy suddenly awakened his psionic talent. Although he fought off the mage, he was unable to take the other man's life. In order to hunt down his enemies, the boy was deliberately caught by human traffickers and then crossed the ocean.

"I can't die here!"

The boy felt weaker and weaker, and sat down. He gritted his teeth and pulled out his crossbow arrows, then looked up and saw a wall of water as high as a mountain rushing towards the boat. All the children were silenced by fear, and they were too weak to think. The children watched in despair as the wall of water pressed down, and finally disappeared into the endless turbulence together.

Five days later, an old man in a green robe and carrying a staff came to the beach. He was led by his men to find a piece of the ship's wreckage. On top of the wreckage lay a dying boy, already unconscious. He gritted his teeth viciously, his bleeding fingers firmly in the plank.

So the old man laughed happily, nodded his head, and said:

"Yes, it's him, I knew that the goddess of fate wouldn't let him die at sea!"

The old man reached out and rudely ripped the boy off the plank. Then he lifted the boy up in the air and announced in a loud voice:

"Your name is Curt, which means Sword of Destiny. You're going to be a mage like no other, and you're going to send all the mages to hell!Ioham, the dragonborn, this is my revenge on you!, can't you think of it?hahahahaha......ha