—A Blessed One of Poseidon, huh? I never thought I’d encounter one of them again, as they were rare even in the old era.0

The Spirit King, whose life spanned eons, was unusually intrigued. It had been centuries since something had stirred a sense of déjà vu within him. Boreas was referring to Drake, a Blessed One of Poseidon, who was carefully guiding the ocean currents despite beads of sweat forming on his brow. 0

“I didn’t expect to meet a Spirit King from the ancient era either,” Drake replied, his voice steady but tense. 0

To those unfamiliar with the Spirit Realm, it was hard to comprehend. Within the elemental hierarchy, the title of King merely meant that the spirit’s power had temporarily expanded, granted authority not by innate strength but by the natural laws. 0

True Spirit Kings, like Boreas, who had once stood as equals among the deities of old, had long since disappeared or faded away. 0

—You don’t seem to lack power because you’re a mortal; rather, you lack experience. Are you afraid of your strength?0

“…I suppose it’s hard not to be,” Drake admitted after a pause. “The more I become accustomed to it, the more I feel myself... changing.” 0

—Rejecting the opportunity to ascend to a higher form of existence? In the ancient era, humans would have sacrificed everything to attain this. It seems this era is vastly different from when we once roamed.0

Boreas sighed softly but did not withhold his advice. 0

—Don’t resist it. A blessing as deeply embedded as yours cannot be expelled. You must master it yourself. Poseidon is gone, leaving behind only remnants. All you’re doing is taming a masterless power. At most, you’ll gain a longer lifespan and deeper insights into realms you couldn’t perceive before. That’s all.0

“Why are you teaching me this much?” Drake asked, puzzled. 0

—Because the current situation is dire enough that even half-baked strength like...0