Before the tribe adopted "Hunters" as their totem, they called themselves "Shan Luo."

"Why aren’t Big Brother and the others back yet? Could they have encountered some danger..."

A young Shan Luo child looked worriedly at the elder Shan Luo beside him.

The elder Shan Luo could only offer a few words of comfort, though he was worried too.

But soon, this worry faded with the commotion in the distance from the tribe.

The "Hunters" have returned!

Amidst the cheers of the tribe members, the Hunters returned with a giant beast resembling a wild boar.

"Big Brother!"

The previously anxious Shan Luo child excitedly rushed into the arms of one of the Hunters.

This was a relatively slender Hunter, covered in countless scars, with a ferocious wound on his face. Additionally, he had a simply treated wound on his thigh, still seeping blood.

But he seemed indifferent, smiling as he patted the child’s back, comforting him.

"Blade Wind, come find me later, and I’ll treat your wound."

A fellow Hunter patted his shoulder and then left.

"Big Brother, you’re hurt again?"

The young Shan Luo looked worriedly at his big brother’s thigh.

Clearly, this wasn’t Blade Wind’s first injury.

"Yeah, there are some beasts on this new island I’ve never seen before. Got a minor injury, but it’s no big deal..."

"What’s important is this. Look what Big Brother brought back for you."

Blade Wind chuckled, taking a fruit out of his pocket, casually switching the topic.

Children’s attention is always easily diverted.

After coaxing the child away, Blade Wind walked into a house within the tribe.

Despite his thigh bleeding, his walking seemed perfectly normal, appearing to be no cause for concern.

"Blade Wind, there’s no need to tough it out..."

The tribe’s healer sighed, familiar with Blade Wind.

In response, Blade Wind simply smiled, saying nothing.

After treating his wound, Blade Wind left the house.

But just as he stepped out, a sudden commotion disrupted his thoughts.

Whoosh—

A fierce gust of wind swept through, sparking a wave of exclamations in the Hunter Tribe.

They instinctively looked up, only to see a massive black Giant Dragon speeding across the sky.

"Oh my... what is that?"

"What a terrifying giant beast..."

"It looks like there’s someone on its back!"

The exclamations of the tribe reached Blade Wind’s ears, stunning him as well.

Their tribe had no records of the Giant Dragon, so they naturally didn’t understand its might.

Yet, from experience, just by judging its size and aura, he knew that unseen beast was incredibly powerful.

In response, a trace of yearning appeared in Blade Wind’s eyes.

But soon, he shook his head, refocusing his thoughts.

However, at that moment, a new commotion arose.

Boom—

With a loud explosion, the entire island seemed to tremble at that moment. Accompanied by the wailing of a giant beast.

Blade Wind followed the sound with his gaze.

Then, a scene appeared that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

In the sky, thunderclouds gathered, and a deep blue thunderstorm descended from above, directly piercing through the towering mountain peak.

And in front of that mountain peak stood the Giant Dragon with a figure on its back.

Subsequently, a force of dark yellow appeared.

The mountain peak... was leveled!

Blade Wind’s pupils constricted, unable to comprehend the scene before him.

What an incredibly powerful force?!

"A deity!"

Someone in the Hunter tribe trembled, involuntarily kneeling in that direction.

Soon after, everyone else knelt as well.

...

Rogel didn’t care about the situation in the Hunter Tribe.

He just planned to stay on this mountain peak temporarily, not expecting to encounter a reckless giant beast, so he shot a lightning bolt.

After leveling a mountain peak with Destructive Power, Rogel looked at Uvie Muzhe beside him.

"It’s your turn."

"No problem," Uvie Muzhe replied confidently, then began constructing a shelter using the Power of Illusion and Reality.

Creating basic materials was not difficult for Uvie Muzhe.

So their shelter was completed quickly.

However, Rogel looked at the residence before him, his face darkening.

"I asked you to make a place to live, why did you make a cave?"

"That’s right, isn’t a cave a place to live?"

Uvie Muzhe shrugged his dragon claws.

Rogel’s mouth twitched.

Alright, it seems that the giant dragon truly does live in caves.

"Oh, I forgot that you humans prefer more refined nests."

Uvie Muzhe patted his head, quickly crafting a residence for Rogel.

It’s alright, at least it’s livable.

Rogel didn’t ask for much more.

Soon, one man and one dragon temporarily settled down here, and the previously blind giant beast became their first meal in this place.

After finishing these tasks, Rogel began his first task.

Checking the spoils.

[Tiviseflo’s Obsession]

This thing isn’t very useful to Rogel, to be honest, it’s just some residual memories of Tiviseflo.

However, the content still somewhat surprised Rogel, even changing his impression of Tiviseflo.

Although Tiviseflo wasn’t a qualified emperor, he was a man who truly carried "love" to the extreme.

Tromara.

That’s his wife’s name, and also the name of his empire.

And from the content of the residual memories, the fundamental reason Tiviseflo built such an empire was because Tromara wanted to see an empire where the people could live and work peacefully.

Tiviseflo was also ruthless.

Just because his wife wanted to see such a scene, he went to battle, quickly transforming the decayed empire into a strong one in a short time.

In other words, had Tromara not wanted to see it, Tiviseflo might not have become this so-called emperor.

Thus, after Tromara’s death, Tiviseflo had no reason to continue being a wise emperor.

It’s like you painstakingly prepare a fireworks display for your girlfriend, but upon hearing the news of her death during the fireworks’ bloom, how dazzling can the fireworks be then...

Tromara is gone, naturally Tromara Empire ceased to exist...

"... At least he’s a real man."

Rogel also struggled to evaluate it, only able to sigh with such a phrase.

Then he began examining the next item.

Demigod Embers don’t need much explanation, a very important high-tier item, which Rogel stored properly.

Next, there’s [Demigod Essence Blood].

Unlike Demigod Embers, this item is purely functional, though it has wide applications, it can be used to enhance the power of low-tier creatures, purify bloodlines, etc...

Finally, there’s one more item.

[Broken Crown of Desolation]

[Type: Accessories·Demigod]

[Quality: Golden]

[Usage Requirements: Life Force needs to be recognized by the item to be worn.]

[Special Effect①: Greatly enhances the wearer’s own strength, and can consume one’s life force to unlock special desolate forms. (Damaged, cannot be activated)]

[Special Effect②: Can consume one’s life force to summon a desolate scorpion swarm. (Damaged, cannot be activated)]

[Explanation: A relic left by the Desolate Master after death, possessing characteristics of the Power of Desolation, with its crown’s special form hiding a poignant story.]

A piece of accessory with extremely strong effects, and being an accessory type, it has no special negative effects.

But it’s broken...

"Let’s store it and see if there’s a way to repair it."

This item he surely wouldn’t use himself, because relatively speaking, it’s a bit of a waste.

But perhaps it can be repaired and used for the Secret Society members.

"The greatest gains are still the Demigod Embers and Essence Blood."

Rogel thought inwardly.

After inspecting the spoils, he turned his attention to the Black Tide Secret Society.

This farming-like feel intoxicated him.

’This Little Elf is almost bored out of her mind, she needs something to do, seeing her idle makes me annoyed...’

Everyone on the Gelin is busy, except the Little Elf and Big Orange are leisurely.

Big Orange was overlooked by Rogel, he couldn’t possibly exploit a cat.

So the gaze naturally fell on the Little Elf.

’Iya’s golden Rice Grain Waterfall and ripening ability can be used to cultivate some high-yielding crops and special plants...’

"Create a research department at the Black Tide Academy..."

’However, this lazybones won’t do anything without a carrot, without enough temptation she won’t act, and I’m pretty far away, need to think of a way...’

Rogel contemplated.

The leisurely Little Elf was still lazing with her legs crossed, completely unaware that the big bad guy far away had already set his sights on her...

...