I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 1577: What Just Happened?

Omania...      

Though it was the poorest continent, far more backward than Pyno, it still made Morgany tread cautiously with these giants.     

Why? Because their stubbornness was like no other.     

Omanians may fight one another brutally. But they would never invite outsiders into their territories to kill their enemies.     

That's right.     

Even after so many years, the T.O.E.P had found it near-impossible to get members from them.     

It can be seen that even if they did manage to become members, they would never ask the T.O.E.P to kill their Omanian enemies.     

Only if it was truly a final resort could they stretch their hands to outsiders for help taking care of their opponents.      

Don't get them wrong. They could have diplomatic agreements and trade of all sorts with other regions. But they knew where to draw the line.     

They could turn their eyes and evade Morg temptation because of this belief. And this was why Morgany specifically made things 10 times harder for them than anywhere else.      

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Alright.      

Since you want to play tough, then let your continent be the most uncivilized... Let your people, though giants, feel small in this world compared to others.      

Your knowledge is only what they, Morgs, allow you to know.      

Your water borders are limited, as you don't know what lies beyond the bubble created for you.      

You will live in ignorance for as long as you remain stubborn.      

Even if they ever go to other nearby continents, the T.O.E.P members there would make things challenging for them.     

It was why even when it came to trading, they always got the shorter end of the stick.      

One shouldn't forget the many powerful people in the other surrounding continents were double agents, citizens by day and T.O.E.P members by night.      

If Morgany wanted a certain group to pay the price, they would feel it in their bones.      

This was why most Omanians felt the outside world didn't like them.      

The segregation was real, and they were always at a disadvantage.      

All this could change if they just let Morgany in more. But No~... They chose to prove stubborn.      

Again, it's hard getting Omanian slaves.      

There were indeed slave traders in Omania. But did you know these traders never allowed Omanian slaves to leave the borders?         

No matter the price, they were unwilling.      

For one, the law would come down on them 100 times more if ever caught.     

On the surface, they did visit Omanian from time to time, only having a cordial relationship with these giants.      

The group of people were a very cautious one that took years to study people before willingly allowing them to be friends with themselves.      

Of course they had foreign Friends from outside and a few more allies too. But do you know how much scrutiny they took before nodding their heads?      

Omanians were like that. And that's why Morgany suppressed them greatly.      

So seeing this group of people who were so hard to catch them this far out, how could they let this opportunity go?      

'Good slaves!'     

With taller frames, bigger bodies, and thicker calves, these Omanians naturally weighed more and hence had more strength since birth.     

Look at those hands... One punch and a person would find themselves in a terrible predicament.      

They make good rowing slaves. If they torture and train these groups of giants well, they didn't believe these bunch won't turn into obedient dogs that pee where they told them to.     

If man could train a wolf to become a dog, then these against were no different.     

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"Boys... It looks like they're still unwilling, not knowing how much of an honor it is to work under us." The round-faced man playfully teased.      

The man was called Captain Longbottom.     

"Huh! Captain... What choice do they have?"      

One by one, the many rough-looking pirates mocked the punch.      

Everyone was still in playing mode when the Captain, who had been heating with them, suddenly turned serious.      

"Kill the leader, and the headless chickens will be lost."     

Kill the leader?      

They do believe their coating had just given his order. In that case, don't blame them for being rude.      

They stared at the giant that other giants tried to protect with menacing scowls.     

They could rain arrows down less they kill their future slaves.     

Or it can be said that even if they wanted to kill him with their arrows, they had to get very close to him.      

Alright.          

They found the leader of the giants. And with broad firms, they 'tarzaned' from their ship to the giants.     

Typically, their ships were always very tall compared to others in this world.     

But because the giants were too tall, their ships and floor heights were also elevated, making them almost similar in height to their Level-3 pirate ships.     

One could say the height difference between both decks was 5 feet at best.      

Damn.     

This was an insult of the highest order.     

Yahhhhh!!!!!~~~     

The Morgs swung over and landed aboard the Omanian ships. And in a blink of an eye, a fierce battle began.      

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"Come here, Omanian boy!... Let me show you the bought of a true Morg."     

~Ting!     

Artemus clashed stores with the strong ruffian.      

Artemis' sword was far heavier and longer than an ordinary sword because, with height and weight, typical blades would be too light for him and his people.      

But what stunned him was that his opponent was able to handle his force.      

Most foreigners like those from the neighboring Zohl would've been pushed back or blown away completely by his explosive force.      

So what was going on with this man?     

More importantly, his blade should have cut or damaged the enemy's sword. So why was it still intact?     

The veins on Artemis' hands bulged overwhelmingly.      

Something didn't add up.     

Retract!      

Both sides retracted their swords, with Artemis confused and the ruffian proud.     

"Hahahhaha~... You didn't expect it... Didn't you."     

~Ting!     

The swords clash again.      

"Foolish Omanian. Don't you know for Morgany to be the number one, we trained using weapons heavier than any place in this world?"         

~Ting!      

"We've studied your kind for ages... Knowing what you use and what type of fighting styles you're most familiar with. So how can you be our equal?"     

What?      

Artemis felt his blade slip away from his hands as the ruffian sent it flying.      

Splash.      

It went overboard. And now, he was defenseless.      

Tick-Tock. Tick... Tock!     

Time seemed frozen in place as Artemis felt his life flash before his very eyes.      

He had fought such a short but powerful battle that made him lose all his strength.      

His breathing free heavier, his stomach ached, and his many cuts sizzled from the salty air.      

Beads of sweat washed over his face, falling into the crevices of his eyes and making them appear teary.      

His mission... His mission...      

Artemis didn't want to lose hope and truly felt despair.      

And even in a time like this, his thoughts first settled on his family... His wife of 3 years and his father.     

He left the shores of the Soma empire on a mission for more allies. But instead, fate dragged him here, like an order from above.      

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Artemis knew it sounded silly. But everything that happens on their journey was too bizarre, as though they were being led here on purpose. And if they tried to escape the path fate laid for them, their ships always placed them right back on the route.     

But why?... Why were the heavens sending them here to die?      

Artemis didn't understand.      

Why was any of this happening?      

His Omania needed him; his Soma empire needed him... And most important, his family needed him.     

So why was he returned to die now?     

No!      

Artemis forced his heavy eyelids open.      

No matter what? He wouldn't be dying here!          

He had his vine powers. And even if he couldn't take them all down, he would make sure to give a good show that frightened them off!     

He, Lexx Artemis, 3rd Prince of the renowned Soma Empire, was never one to back down when cornered.      

Artemis charged up his fingers, ready to grow the small stalk of plant underneath his sleeves.     

It has always been a habit of his to do so.     

He thought his actions would be faster than the enemy's blade dining at his neck.      

Little did he know that if not for 'divine' intervention, there would only be one outcome for this collision... Death.     

The pirates were smiling, but the giants were already mortified, watching the sword move in slow motion.     

But just then, a strange puff of smoke appeared.      

What?     

No one saw the collision happen. The smoke covered it all. But this didn't stop the giants from worrying less.      

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"Your highness!"     

"Your highness!..."     

"Your--... Eh?"     

--Silence--     

Both pirates and giants stared at the scene in silence.      

'I'm sorry… But who is this?     

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