create anti-steam shield
Author: ajengfelix
last update2026-01-14 17:01:11

“I will depart with the freshly mixed Corrosion Elixir and the Krait Submarine. They are coming for my magic. I will take the fight to where they live. I will face that steam sorcerer personally. You, Shark, hold the line here. And be careful,” Jean said. “Because we don’t know who else is waiting behind those three black ships. Or how quickly that threat can sail across the Atlantic…”

The density of the air in the Wet Dock seemed to melt away. The temperature suddenly dropped, as the Transmuta
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  • invisible Shadow

    Jean had to instantly create an anti-steam shield.The reaction was far quicker than any human could have expected. The Atlantic Alchemical Heartbreaker Torpedo, moving with insane speed and terrifying precision, had only traveled a fraction of the distance when Jean plunged the Transmutation Solid Salt Potion—the remnants he used to build the Salt Tower in Marseille—into the Krait submarine’s recirculation system.The submarine, which had been disguised as a shadow, instantly spewed a cloud of dark blue liquid, dense brine that had been alchemically compressed into a solid substance, as if it were molten metal. This was forced transmutation; Jean altered the physical properties of the surrounding water in less than a second, creating a ‘hydrostatic shield’ with near-frozen density, aiming to slow the shockwave rather than destroy it.DOOOM!The impact brutally shook the *Krait*, far exceeding an explosion above water. The Captain next to Jean was thrown against the console, his body

  • create anti-steam shield

    “I will depart with the freshly mixed Corrosion Elixir and the Krait Submarine. They are coming for my magic. I will take the fight to where they live. I will face that steam sorcerer personally. You, Shark, hold the line here. And be careful,” Jean said. “Because we don’t know who else is waiting behind those three black ships. Or how quickly that threat can sail across the Atlantic…”The density of the air in the Wet Dock seemed to melt away. The temperature suddenly dropped, as the Transmutation Solid Salt Elixir in Jean’s pocket radiated a cold that contrasted sharply with the nervousness of the newly inducted ABS members. Jean’s command was no longer open for negotiation; it was an axiom of physics and magic.Le Requin nodded stiffly, still processing the fact that his superior had mandated massive destruction in Marseille should he fail, while Jean was now deliberately allowing the spy vessel, the Pisces, to serve as bait.Jean Valéry was already moving, his body sleek as a shar

  • the ABS is its fang

    Jean Valéry smiled—a smile that six months ago had broken the cartel’s power, and today became an irrevocable promise.“Then we shall discover the identity and origin of this new enemy, Mr. Shark. They did not expect that the ruler of this dirty port is now capable of negotiating in the deep water, and that negotiation always begins with forced transmutation.”With that cold-blooded vow spoken, the false calm fell away from Jean. He folded the Potion bottle into his robe pocket. To Le Requin, who stood rigidly beside him, Jean gave brief instructions: “Gather the 200 personnel prepared for the Baptism. Not in the hall. We will meet them at the wet dock.”The wet dock. The deepest area, near the exit path of the submarine *Pisces*, where the granite walls smelled strongly of iodine. There was no civilian laughter there, only the steam of salt water and the promise of absolute discipline.They moved down, no longer as cartel leaders, but as the General and Lieutenant of a navy never ack

  • clean garage operation

    The distinct aroma clinging to the Vieux-Port today is salt. Clean, salty, deadly salt. It is proof of the brutal peace Jean Valéry bought six months ago. The entire harbor floor is now coated in transmutation crystals—making the air cool and pure, and guaranteeing that no trace of the Cartel’s magic can thrive.The operation, which locals call the 'Clean Garage,' is actually the first open recruitment and training session for the Shadow Navy (ABS). Civilians clean dirty oil tanks and dark cargo. They are paid well and protected. They think they are cleaning physical trash. Jean and his men know the truth: they are cleaning a battlefield.From the surveillance balcony above the now-shining white pier, Jean watched with a flat demeanor, his black alchemy robe moving slowly in the sea breeze that no longer smelled of sulfur.“The cattle look happy,” Le Requin whispered from Jean’s side. The man nicknamed the Shark Boss looked leaner and neater in his new ABS service uniform. Fear of cha

  • raise the hull now

    The single shout, laced with the bitter residue of stolen primordial energy, sliced through the air, but Anton’s confidence was a cheap veneer barely concealing the sheer, undiluted fear in his eyes. Gaston, clutching the rough, volcanic stone mahkota, met the challenge with the unyielding stoicism of a newly forged sentinel. The crystalline aura of his complete Tidal Transmutation glowed intensely, amplified by the silent, powerful psychic transmission now emanating from the figure in the clear water below him: Jean Valéry, the living, petrified core of the entire operation."You are no king, Anton," Gaston rumbled, his voice low, filled with a resonant power that chilled the nearby spectators. He did not retreat. He stepped forward onto the podium. "You are merely the residue of filth that Jean discarded. Our duel is over. You will be a sample for his new alchemy."Anton shrieked, firing his Transmuted Obsidium wire straight at Gaston’s chest, aimi

  • reading the secret message Jean sent

    The Envoy read, his eyes wide with shock. He turned toward Gaston."I am summoning the Envoy immediately. The Salt Throne demands clarity. Gaston. I will conquer the world. Not as the Criminal King, but as your Secret Protector. The Salt Throne must be recognized on the global stage."Jean Valéry channeled his last energy and ordered the Envoy to head to the American Navy port. They would negotiate now.The Envoy staggered, turning to Gaston. He smiled, not with contempt, but with absolute, cold certainty. "Congratulations, Criminal King. The Salt Throne must come to the Atlantic Alliance. I must deliver this to your submarine. Preparations are complete. The Italian Navy and the Cartel Fleet have been totally neutralized."Gaston grabbed the Envoy's parchment. Inside, Jean Valéry saw it. The Salt Crown had been globally recognized. Jean Valéry, backed by the Destiny of the Sea Protector, was now the True King, ready to fight on the wo

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