Namor was extremely satisfied.
It only took him a short time to find information about the dimensions of the ocean.
As the kingdom of the sea, Atlantis had been recording data on oceans, demons, and other dimensional spheres for centuries.
For Namor, this was not a problem.
The only real challenge appeared when he brought along his cousin – Namora.
Unlike him, who was half-human and half-Atlantean, Namora was a pure-blooded Atlantean.
That meant that the moment she stepped on land, her skin turned a bluish shade.
"Avatar…"
The moment Aron saw Namora, he couldn't help but laugh. In his mind, he thought that Namor's father had good taste – the woman looked like she was pulled straight out of an Avatar movie.
But he didn't attach too much importance to that.
Instead, he focused on the data Namor had brought him.
Namor stood to the side, patiently explaining.
"We analyzed all the records we have about the dimensions of the ocean. The latest data speaks of an event more than a thousand years ago. An Atlantean named Haas accidentally summoned the demonic god of the ocean dimension and gained evil power from the other side. Later, my ancestors joined with the ancestors of Wakanda and together they defeated him…"
"Stop! Get to the point!"
Aron wasn't interested in legends. He only wanted clean information.
"Alright…"
Namor continued, this time more focused.
"According to the records, the demonic gods of the ocean dimension are known by the names: Devourer of Minds, Octopus, Lord of the Ocean, One-Eyed, and the Monster of the Whirlpool… Naga."
Smack!
The moment Namor finished, Aron slapped him on the back of the head.
"Next time just say the name! Who needs all these stupid nicknames?"
Aron shook his head, frustrated, but at the same time satisfied with the information.
The data Namor had brought confirmed that Quaggs hadn't lied, he really wasn't the ruler of the ocean dimension. It seemed he had been telling the truth, as unbelievable as it sounded.
"Alright, Namor," said Aron, "Go to hell, find the demon named Nastir and talk to him about your plans."
With a wave of his hand, he opened a portal to Limbo.
Hel and the other lords, eternal hell, succubus hell, fiery hell, all were busy with their own affairs. The only one who remained in Limbo was Nastir.
As the first demon to whom Aron had given a chance to prove himself, Nastir now stood as a trader and negotiator, but also someone who could establish connections.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
Namor's eyes sparkled as he looked at the hellish portal before him.
At first glance, it seemed that his plan was beneficial to both humans and demons, while the Atlanteans stayed out of the way.
But the real benefit was theirs.
On a smaller scale, it meant the restoration of the marine environment and the expansion of Atlantis' living space.
In the broader sense, when humans turned their attention to cooperation with hell, Atlantis could freely control the oceans without any external pressure. That would make them the true rulers of the sea.
Compared to this enormous benefit, what they had to give in return, a few technological advancements for geothermal plants, was negligible.
At the same time, while humans and demons developed cooperation, Atlantis would position itself as a mediator, building a bridge between the two forces.
Namor was almost grinning with satisfaction.
"As a sign of gratitude," he said, "I ordered them to find the most beautiful woman in Atlantis and offer her to Your Excellency."
"No need," replied Aron coldly. "I'm not interested."
Namor was puzzled, but said nothing.
Aron inwardly shook his head. He had sent Namor to negotiate with Nastir, but he hadn't promised that the plan would be realized.
He had spent a long time among demons. So long that he had already grown used to their wordplay and negotiating tricks.
They were all the same devils.
Work, negotiations, manipulation, nothing new.
It was all just another form of the game of power.
...
Because of Namor.
Aron once again teleported to the familiar peak of Makalu.
When I lied, no, when I convinced Gorr last time, my business skills were a bit rusty.
After all, I hadn't worked for some time.
Time to get back to my old job.
"The old rule is that you first visit old customers, and then expand business to new clients."
Aron was talking about meeting old customers again.
With a flick of his wrist, the completely black Necrosword extended down his arm into his palm.
It turned into a tar-black blade.
A moment later, Aron's aura began to rise.
Although he hadn't yet reached the level of Single Universe, still…
"There shouldn't be a problem with Quaggs."
The moment Aron spoke Quaggs' name.
Rumble!
The familiar bronze gate appeared once more.
This time, however, the illusion of thousands of tentacles that shattered the minds of those who approached, was broken.
Aron now didn't even need to use the Sorcerer's Eye.
A few tentacles? A trifle. He was used to it.
Aron set aside the Necrosword and stepped through the illusory bronze gate.
The immense pressure of the ocean once again pressed on him from all sides.
Skillfully, he raised a magical shield and went straight toward Quaggs.
A rumble!
Before he could even get close, the ocean dimension shook violently.
Quaggs had sensed Aron. Enormous tentacles, like mountains, began to rise.
His imprisoned body twitched, struggling against the seal.
"Kaecilius, you've finally returned!"
Twelve of Quaggs' eyes opened at the same time.
In them was genuine joy.
Finally!
This man had returned!
He didn't lie to me!
Quaggs stared excitedly at Aron, his eyes saying: "Hurry, free me!"
But Aron didn't react immediately.
Seconds passed. The excitement in Quaggs' eyes began to fade.
"Man, didn't you say you'd help me gather the map?"
"Did you find it?"
"Hurry and help me lift the seal! Come on!"
Quaggs was already used to begging.
"…"
Aron stood still, without a trace of haste.
Then Leng Buding suddenly spoke: "Quaggs, the ability you gave me is useless."
"???"
Quaggs' twelve eyes gleamed with doubt.
What does that mean?
My abilities… even the Creator Himself was terrified of them.
The true power of destruction! Ignoring defenses! How can they not work?
"Your beam of destruction can't hit the opponent at all!"
"The enemies simply dodge it with greater speed!"
"And your tentacle summoning… that might work against ordinary soldiers, but it has no effect against serious enemies."
Aron's words were cold, but not without basis.
In the battle against Gorr, the beams of destruction really couldn't hit the target, and the thousands of summoned tentacles had been useless.
"Aaaaaaaa!!"
The moment he heard that Aron considered his abilities worthless, Quaggs exploded with rage.
"Who told you!"
"Who told you that my beams of destruction can only be emitted from my eyes?!"
"And who told you that I can only summon weak and useless tentacles?!"
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