"Dugan, I leave you my ultimate weapon, the one that costs three thousand lives. Use it well."
"Bucky, remember to oil and maintain your arm armor."
"Carter, your skin is a little dry. Remember to moisturize."
"Steve… who are you again? I don't know you."
Alan said goodbye to the members of the commando team one by one, then took Nanaue to the ocean for a new adventure. Killing Nazi soldiers on the battlefield only yielded ten experience points per person, and international conventions restricted the killing of surrendered soldiers, which had left him stuck at level 50. He wanted to go on a killing spree, but Steve and Carter would have stopped him. So, his new goal was to seek opportunities in the ocean. The Trench tribe, he mused, was an inexhaustible warehouse of experience.
"If you get involved in ocean affairs, your life will be in danger," Diana warned. Neither Atlantis nor Paradise Island were to be trifled with; either side could crush any human nation. In her opinion, Alan was just a human with a good physique, far from the level required to intervene in the affairs of demigods.
"I am truly touched." Alan said with tears in his eyes, "Your Highness, we haven't even gotten married yet, but you've already started to care about me."
"…"
Diana turned to look at Namor and instructed, "I don't care whether he lives or dies."
"I will ensure his safety." After more than three months of getting along, Namor already regarded Alan as a friend. At the very least, he wouldn't ignore him.
They found a spot to go out to sea. Namor dove into the water, and Diana and Alan rode Nanaue straight toward the vast ocean. Diana could identify the location of Paradise Island through her keen senses. They thought that the first step was to land on Paradise Island, then contact the people in Atlantis who supported Namor, and thus stage a drama of the king's return.
"Pirate King, have you ever thought that you're being impeached?" Alan asked, his hands wrapped around Diana's waist, his expression slightly shy.
However, Diana didn't care at all. She had lived on Paradise Island since she was a child and had never had any contact with men. She had no idea about matters between men and women. Of course, the Amazon warriors were all women, and they had no interest in teaching the princess about the dirty things between men and women, let alone thinking that their pure and noble princess would ever get married.
"What belongs to me is mine. Any conspiracy or trick will be vulnerable in the face of absolute power." During his time on land, Namor had clearly realized how powerful he was and felt that he could take back everything with his own hands. He gave no consideration at all to the attribute differences that might be caused by changing the battlefield from land to sea.
"I hope the crisis can be resolved smoothly." There was no treacherous power struggle on Paradise Island, and Diana could not think of any constructive suggestions. The Amazons lived a simple and fulfilling life. To sum it up in one sentence, they trained every day to prepare for possible crises. When Zeus, the king of gods, created their race, their factory setting was to be born for war.
"Your Highness, how old are you this year?" Alan leaned against her back and asked intermittently.
"According to human age, I have just turned five thousand years old," Diana answered frankly.
Alan said sweetly, "It's okay, I don't mind."
Namor's expression froze, his CPU so busy it couldn't keep up. She's five thousand years old, and you're not even twenty. You're not even a fraction of her age. You have a really big appetite.
Nanaue raised his head and said, "Nanaue is a hundred years old."
Alan bared his teeth. "I wasn't asking you, my noble steed."
Namor couldn't help but wonder how old he was. He felt that he must be quite old; with his extraordinary abilities, he couldn't be a short-lived person. It was reasonable for two demigods to have a longer lifespan, especially with such high-class fathers.
"Is he really your pet?" Diana asked, turning her head back. Nanaue was a demigod, his bloodline coming from the shark god Kamo. How could he possibly be a pet for a human? Although the Shark God was not well-known in the camp of the old gods and was not even qualified to be on the Council of Gods, he was undoubtedly a god.
"Yes," Alan said, patting Nanaue. "Nanaue, are you my pet?"
"Yes, Nanaue is the master's pet," Nanaue looked up and replied.
"Good boy. For that, I will definitely catch a pink dolphin for you, my friend."
"Yeah! Nanaue likes pink dolphins!"
Diana finally understood. It was a case of the mentally ill fooling the mentally challenged.
After traveling on the sea for a day and a night, they still hadn't reached their destination. First, they encountered the Atlanteans.
"King, is that you, Your Majesty?" The Atlantean came to Namor with an excited expression, bowed humbly, and cried bitterly. "Your Majesty, the Elders of Atlantis have removed you from power. We, your supporters, are in hiding, waiting for your return to reclaim your rightful authority."
"Pirate King, it turns out your regime has been overthrown." Alan's words, blunt as a battering ram, came without warning.
"The Council of Elders?" Namor asked blankly. "I have lost my memory. Can you explain it to me in detail?"
"Your Majesty, I'll talk as we go. The people of our tribe are looking forward to your return and leading them to put an end to the rebellion." The man swam in front and kept narrating, "After you disappeared, Atlantis fell into chaos. The conservative elders who once opposed you came forward and quickly took control of the entire kingdom."
"What's the old school?" Alan asked suddenly.
"The conservatives are traditional in their thinking and are unwilling to admit that humans on the surface are an equally intelligent race, so they keep criticizing the king for having half-human blood." The man continued, "The Council of Elders nominated Atlan to be the false king and colluded with the Kingdom of Xebel, the Fisherman Kingdom, and the Kingdom of Brine to form a united kingdom, preparing to start a century-long war to rule the entire world."
"Atlan… does he have a daughter named Atlanna?" Alan asked excitedly.
"How do you know that?" The man gave him a puzzled look, wondering how a surface dweller could know so much.
Alan suddenly had a realization, his expression one of pure, unadulterated insight. "Damn it, I knew it! In the world of this novel, the author deliberately created a time difference to straighten out the backgrounds of Marvel's Namor and DC's Aquaman!"
The Atlantean had a puzzled look on his face, totally not understanding what the other party was saying.
"He's sick in the head. Just ignore him," Namor explained, pointing to his own temple. He gave Alan a look of pity. "So you really do have a mental problem."
How could they possibly understand? Atlanna was Aquaman's mother. Now, Aquaman wasn't even a liquid bubble yet. His mother was busy plotting to usurp the throne with his grandfather. How could she have the time to go ashore and hook up with some poor human bastard?
"Pirate King, listen to my advice. We don't want the throne anymore. You can't hold it," Alan said solemnly. Indeed, the various tribes in Atlantis were hostile to humans on the surface. Aquaman, in later generations, would go out every few days to help the Justice League save the world, and when he returned home, he was surprised to find that he had been impeached again.
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