Wizard With Daily Task Panel!-Chapter 68: Deal with The God!

Merlin’s eyes gleamed. "It’s not about what I can get, but what you can give me." His voice grew more measured, the words flowing like a carefully constructed plan. "The divine fire, godhead, priesthood, divinity, and divine power, these are the five great sources of a god’s power. The godhead is the cornerstone of your very being, and I know you won’t be splitting that anytime soon. Priesthood is useless to us; it has no meaning without the other four divine powers. What you can offer is divine fire, divinity, and divine power."

There was a long pause before Methys responded, his voice colder now. "The divine fire cannot be given to you."

Merlin’s response was calm, but there was a dark gleam in his eyes. "Without faith, even if you gave me the divine fire, it would be worthless. So, let’s move on." He paused, letting the tension hang in the air before continuing, "Let’s talk about divinity."

Methys was silent for a moment, before conceding with a reluctant sigh. "Fine. I will give you a wisp of my divinity."

Merlin raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "One wisp? Is that all? I need five."

The god’s voice turned to a growl. "You ask for too much, wizard. Five wisps of divinity? Do you truly believe I would part with that much? Are you not afraid of being consumed by it?"

The words hung in the air, thick with the weight of what they implied. Divinity wasn’t just raw power, it was the very essence of a god. Each god’s divinity was unique, tied to their nature and beliefs. Mortals who absorbed divinity could take on the characteristics of a god, even transcend their human limits, but it was dangerous. Divinity was corrupting, capable of swallowing the unprepared and turning them into mere vessels for the god’s will.

Merlin leaned forward, his expression almost predatory. "I’m not afraid, Methys. You see, divinity is a bargain. For a being such as you, it’s a transaction. I offer knowledge, and in exchange, I take what you are willing to give. And I will take what I need."

Methys’s voice grew more menacing. "Do you know what you are asking for, wizard? Do you understand the consequences of absorbing this much of my divinity? You risk everything; your soul, your very identity."

Merlin didn’t flinch, his voice low and steady. "Yes, I understand. And I’m willing to take that risk."

A cold silence settled between them, as if the god and the wizard were locked in a contest of wills. Finally, Methys spoke, his voice resigned but tinged with something darker. "You have no idea what you’re asking for, wizard. But fine. You’ll get your five wisps."

Merlin’s smile deepened, though there was no warmth in it. "Excellent. Let’s begin, then."

Leonard watched in awe and trepidation, caught between the overwhelming power of Methys, the god of tides, and the calculating genius of Merlin. The tension in the room was palpable, and Leonard couldn’t shake the feeling that something far greater than he could understand was unfolding right before him.

The tension in the room was thick with the weight of the negotiation, and the air around them felt charged with an electric energy. Merlin, ever the calm and calculated strategist, spoke again, his voice smooth and measured. "Why not?" he asked, his gaze flicking toward the trident. "This trident, worshipped by the Siren clan for centuries, contains the power of faith. If you were to use divine fire to convert it into divine power, it could be more valuable than you think." Merlin’s voice took on a persuasive edge. "You and it are both gods of the ocean. While I’m not a god myself, I understand how divine objects tied to a pantheon or priesthood can be converted. The conversion rate isn’t low, especially when the object in question holds such significant belief."

The room grew heavy with silence. Methys, the god of tides and sea monsters, hesitated, clearly rattled. The idea that a mere wizard had such knowledge of divine matters made him uncomfortable, this was inmagic circle that only those who had walked the path of gods could truly understand. But this wizard... this Merlin, seemed to know too much.

Methys’s voice broke the stillness, low and begrudging. "Three strands of divinity. That’s my final offer." The weight of the god’s words lingered in the air. "It’s not easy for me to accumulate divinity. Since I was sealed, it takes me a long time to even gather a single strand."

Merlin’s smile barely flickered, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Three strands of divinity, then. If you want our cooperation to continue in the future, that is."

Methys growled, his frustration bubbling over. "Damn it! I’m really losing more than I’m gaining in this deal!" His voice was filled with anger, as if the gods themselves were mocking him.

Merlin let the moment linger, but then gestured calmly, as though it was all part of the plan. The statue of Poseidon responded with a subtle shift, its eyes glowed a brilliant blue, and the light began to cast a shimmering projection forward, filling the room with an ethereal glow.

The air grew thick with energy, and in the center of the light, four points of blue-gold began to form, coalescing into something tangible. The blue-gold light swirled and danced, moving from an ethereal illusion into something real, something far more dangerous and powerful than Leonard could comprehend.

The light became dense, swirling into four wisps of divine essence, floating serenely in the room like ethereal clouds. Merlin turned to Methys with an expression of satisfaction. "It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr. Methys."

Without a second thought, Merlin handed over the trident, a relic of great power, but now seemingly more of a formality in their exchange. The trident, as though guided by unseen forces, floated suspended in mid-air. Merlin stepped back, his hands folded with an air of finality.

As the trident hovered, the surrounding atmosphere thickened. The air shimmered with azure projections that flickered and deepened, becoming richer and darker with each passing moment. Leonard, mesmerized by the growing intensity of the scene, turned toward the window. He saw the blue projections stretch out, like tendrils of the sea itself, pulling everything toward an unfathomable depth. For a fleeting moment, he felt like he was staring into the very heart of the ocean, sinking deeper into its abyss.

Outside, the ships on the sea, which had been cruising steadily, slowed to an unnatural crawl. The movement of the vessels seemed almost as if they were stuck in a mire, unable to move forward. It was as if the very fabric of reality was being bent by the powers unleashed within the room.

The ghost captain, standing alone on the deck, sensed something was wrong. The eerie calm that had settled over the ship was suddenly shattered by a deep, unnerving tension. He rushed from the captain’s quarters and out onto the deck, his eyes scanning the darkened horizon for any sign of danger. After the terrifying events that had unfolded previously, no one dared to stay on deck at night. Only he, the captain, stood in the eerie silence, his senses on high alert.

The deck was completely still, the vastness of the sea stretching out like an endless black expanse. The ghost captain stood at the bow, his figure rigid with apprehension. As his eyes swept the ship, his breath caught. He felt something... wrong. His body froze, and a look of shock spread across his face. Fear.

The once-confident captain, a man who had seen countless voyages, suddenly found himself gripped with an unsettling dread. This was a route he had traveled many times before. This ship was no ordinary vessel, its special status had kept it free from danger for years. Yet now, something felt off, something he couldn’t explain.

This wasn’t the kind of trouble he was accustomed to. Something powerful, something ancient, was unfolding before his very eyes. And whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be easy to stop.

The realization hit him hard: this trip was unlike any other. And the gods themselves seemed to be meddling with the fate of everyone aboard.

The sea around the ship was strangely still, illuminated by an eerie glow that contrasted sharply against the darkness of the night sky. The vast expanse of the deep sea beyond stretched out, its waves dark and restless, rolling endlessly like an unseen force lurking just beneath the surface. But beneath the ship, the water seemed to pulse with an otherworldly brilliance.

The light below was an impossibly vivid blue, radiant and vibrant, contrasting sharply with the shadows above. The waves and winds, once ferocious, began to subside, as if the ocean itself was bowing to some unseen power. The blue light under the ship lingered for what seemed like an eternity, bathing the sea in a quiet, glowing aura. But eventually, the light began to fade, slowly dissipating into the depths, leaving only the dark, rolling waves behind.

At that moment, the ghost captain, who had been frozen in place, regained control of his body. As the commander of the ghost ship, he had been bound by a spell from the wizard, trapped aboard the vessel for eternity. Though he had lost much of his freedom, the spell provided a measure of protection, but now, he felt something was terribly wrong.

His body was no longer his own. It was as if the very essence of the sea was holding him in place, as if he was under the watchful gaze of something far older, far more powerful. The fear that gripped him wasn’t the unsettling sense of being watched; no, it was something far worse.

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As the captain stood at the bow, his eyes widened in realization. What lay beneath the ship was not some natural phenomenon, it was a blue eye, massive and all-seeing. The creature that owned such an eye was far larger than any beast he had ever encountered, its sheer size dwarfing entire islands. It was an entity from the depths of the sea, a force of unimaginable power, watching them with a hunger that seemed almost palpable.