Wizard: Scamming a Demon God

Night had fallen, but the fighting on the island didn’t stop. In fact, it grew even more intense!

After all, the night wasn’t a disadvantage for everyone!

This was especially true for the Sea Race. Many of them only began landing on the island now, for in the deep sea, darkness was the norm, and they were long accustomed to it.

However, this had no effect on Isaac. In fact, things even went a bit more smoothly for him. At night, the number of insects and mosquitoes increased, allowing the Blood Mosquitoes to blend in and become even more concealed.

And so, amidst Isaac’s silent hunting, the first night passed.

In addition to hunting, he also met up with Liu Li to check on Shushu’s condition.

As smoothly as things were going for him, it was Shushu’s progress that truly surprised him!

In just one short day, it had already used Divine Whisper to charm over thirty Non-Rank Demons and more than ten Tier One Demons. According to Liu Li, this was even after some had been carelessly lost at the start—killed by Adventurers and the Sea Race. Otherwise, the number would have been a third larger!

But what surprised Isaac most was Shushu’s dabbling in Skeleton Magic. It had actually managed to figure something out and could now create small Skeleton Soldiers!

Although they were currently limited to its own rat-like form, this was a huge step forward. The hardest part is always the process of going from 0 to 1.

As expected of a Divine Species. Even one that was artificially modified, it was still among the most promising of races!

At least with Shushu, he could already see enough potential. Its future achievements might not be any less than those of the Saint Master and Liu Li!

Of course, this was all premised on it maintaining its current momentum and, more importantly, staying alive.

「The next day」

Isaac continued to hunt the Sea Race. By the time the day was over, he had once again reaped a harvest of over three hundred Gold Coins!

However, other loot was much scarcer—almost nonexistent, in fact.

Unlike the Sea Race, the Adventurers were here to make money. By the second day, those who found the task too difficult had already retreated to the Noy Clan’s ships, withdrawing from the conflict. The ones who remained were all powerful, which naturally made them much harder to kill.

And it was from the Sea Race that Isaac first witnessed the true meaning of a great power.

In two days and one night, he had killed well over a thousand members of the Sea Race. Most were Tier One and a few were Tier Two; there were almost no ordinary, Non-Rank members. And this was just the number Isaac himself had killed on this one island.

Furthermore, even with so many Adventurers killing them continuously for two days and a night on this island, their numbers showed no signs of dwindling. This was enough to reveal the Sea Race’s terrifying military depth!

One must remember that back then, a mere eight thousand Tier One Demon Black Orcs had pushed Solomon Territory to its absolute limit. If Isaac hadn’t dealt that vicious blow with the Evil God Ceremony, giving the territory some breathing room, they would have suffered catastrophic losses, even if they had miraculously held on.

And yet, for so many years, the Southern Empire had remained as unshakable as a mountain!

This just went to show how terrifyingly powerful it was!

SLICE—

Another Wind Blade sliced off a Sea Race warrior’s head. Isaac glanced toward East Port, lost in reflection for a moment. He then stretched his limbs. ’It’s about time. Shushu should be launching the main assault now.’

Although taking action now wasn’t part of his plan, Shushu was putting in a rare and concerted effort, so of course, he had to lend his support.

"AWOOO!!!"

"ROAR!!"

...

The moment night fell, waves of ferocious aura erupted from a corner of the woods. A frequent rustling sound followed, chilling to the bone!

"Watch out! Demons are coming! It’s two wild boars!"

BOOM!

In a corner of the woods, a squad of Sea Race Warriors, each carrying a Fish Spear, was moving cautiously through the trees. Suddenly, their expressions changed as they whipped their heads to the side. They saw two enormous wild boars, their heavy footsteps thundering as they charged right for them!

"Hmph. Just two wild boars? A minor problem." The squad was led by a Sharkman, a Tier Two Sharkman.

In terms of both Tier and Racial Power, he was stronger than a Demonized Wild Boar. Thus, after identifying the attackers, he let a disdainful smile spread across his face and lowered the arms he had crossed over his chest.

"No, wait! It’s not just the boars! There are rats! So many rats!" The expression of the Sea Race scout changed in an instant!

Soon, it wasn’t just him; the expressions of the other Sea Race members changed as well. Shushu had made no effort to conceal its advance. A veritable flood of rats followed close behind the boars, and even those who weren’t skilled scouts could hear the rustling, a sound that poured into their ears like thunder!

"Don’t panic! They’re just ordinary rats!" The Sharkman captain was the first to regain his composure. With a wave of his arm, a blast of Sword Qi shot out from the fin on his elbow, cleaving the two wild boars in half. Then, in time with his breathing, a black, water-like energy surged from his body and swiftly enveloped him.

This was the Flowing Water Breathing Technique, a Breathing Skill that originated from the depths of the Sea Race bloodline. It was said to be an Extraordinary Power bestowed upon all Sea Race by the Sea God. This was their symbol; without it, they could only be called Fishmen.

However, "Flowing Water Breathing Technique" was the human name for it. Among the Sea Race, it was called Flowing Water Protection.

This Breathing Skill allowed the Sea Race to unleash one hundred percent of their power, even enabling them to use Combat Techniques that normally required a current of water. As long as the skill was active, they could perform these techniques on land—though the cost would be much higher, of course.

The Sharkman’s action was like a signal. The other Sea Race members, one after another, sheathed themselves in Water Armor. Their individual strengths varied, and thus, so did the amount of water they summoned.