Chapter 63: The Pink Dolphin Is Male
The Atlantean transport ships arrived, bringing along the families of Namor's subordinates.
A large chest was placed in front of Allen, filled with the precious Seventh Metal.
These were unrefined metal ores, their surfaces shimmering with a mystical glow, symbolizing their extraordinary properties.
For Atlantis, parting with such a vast amount of magical metal was a painful sacrifice.
However, for the Atlanteans, survival took precedence over everything else.
Magic metal could always be recollected—there was no need to cling to it stubbornly.
"Pink dolphin."
Nanaue excitedly walked up to a large glass tank, his eyes fixed on a dolphin with pale pink skin.
"Nanaue, do you like the gift I got you?" Allen asked smugly.
"Hehe… Nanaue likes it."
Nanaue gently stroked the dolphin's smooth skin.
The pink dolphin lifted its head above the water and playfully sprayed him.
Overjoyed, Nanaue hugged the dolphin and planted a big kiss on it. "Master, the dolphin likes me!"
Allen smiled warmly, like a proud father. "You two are a match made in heaven."
Dolphins and sharks were natural enemies, so seeing them together was rather unusual.
But as long as they liked each other, who was he to interfere?
Atlantis then drafted a formal agreement, ensuring that as long as this royal lineage remained in power, they would not wage war against Themyscira.
Of course, this written promise would likely hold only as long as the current ruler remained in power. Once a successor took the throne, it would probably become nothing more than a worthless piece of paper.
The enmity between Atlantis and Themyscira had existed for ages, though it had never escalated into an all-out war.
Future problems would have to be dealt with in the future.
For now, ensuring Themyscira's safety was the priority.
"This wine is excellent."
Thor downed an entire crystal bottle of wine in one gulp, nodding in satisfaction.
With Atlantis' advanced technology, it was no surprise they could brew fine liquor.
After all, intelligent beings naturally found ways to indulge in food and drink for pleasure.
With matters settled, no one had expected that Thor's sudden intervention would shift the situation in their favor.
Though Atlantis felt bitter about the outcome, they had no choice but to retreat in recognition of their loss.
The oceanic tribes quickly withdrew back into the sea, returning to their respective territories.
These factions had united because of the war, but now that the conflict had ended, they no longer had any reason to obey Atlantis' commands.
Namor's subordinates and their families looked at their king with helpless expressions.
At this moment, they had become a homeless, wandering people.
Countless civilians surfaced, their hopeful eyes fixed on Namor, longing for him to lead them toward a brighter future.
Their sorrow was indescribable, like the vast ocean—endless, with nowhere to call home.
Namor felt powerless.
With no memory of ruling as a king, he didn't even know how to lead his people.
"I'm heading back to Asgard."
Thor stood beside crates of fine wine, raising Mjolnir high. "Don't worry, if I find Ares, I'll come right back to help."
"Wait, don't go!"
Allen reached out, trying to stop him, but the Bifrost descended, taking Thor away.
"Damn, what a loss."
Allen clutched his chest, looking dejected. "There goes my plan to borrow Mjolnir for some electric fishing."
His idea had been to craft a power-storage suit, have Thor charge it up with lightning, then dive straight into the Trench's territory to unleash an electric storm and farm experience points.
But now, Thor had finished his fight and left, displaying a truly heartless "hit-and-run" attitude.
Frustrated, Allen rolled on the ground, grumbling, "How could this happen?! So unfair!"
"Shit! F***!"
Suddenly, Nanaue, who had been playing with the dolphin, erupted in fury. He grabbed the pink dolphin and hurled it into the sea.
"Why did you throw your wife away?"
Allen got up and looked down at the ocean from the cliff's edge. The dolphin had already vanished beneath the waves.
"Nanaue's feelings were deceived! This is a male dolphin!" Nanaue raged, cursing nonstop, "F***! Motherf***er!"
"What a perverted dolphin… A male one growing up pink?" Allen muttered in agreement.
Apparently, Allen had never clarified the dolphin's gender from the beginning, and the Atlanteans had simply caught a random pink dolphin to fulfill the request.
Diana bid farewell and returned to Themyscira.
She needed to report everything to the Queen so they could reevaluate their stance.
With Diana departing on a captured ship, the atmosphere suddenly felt much less lively.
Meanwhile, Namor was still troubled about what to do next.
He had an entire tribe to care for—he could no longer think only of himself.
"King of the Seas, I have a proposal." Allen's eyes gleamed with cunning inspiration.
"What proposal?" Namor instinctively asked.
"You can settle your people in the waters near Wakanda."
Allen grinned slyly. "There's Vibranium beneath Wakanda's waters. We can mine it to develop new technology."
"That would be stealing… It doesn't feel right," Namor hesitated.
Settling near Wakanda and mining their Vibranium—there was no way to justify that.
"Stealing? What stealing? The Vibranium in the sea doesn't belong to those guys! It's whoever claims it first."
Allen declared righteously, "What, am I supposed to fart and expect others not to breathe?"
Pfft…
To emphasize his point, Allen deliberately forced out a fart, symbolizing his claim over the air.
"I need to discuss this with my people."
The proposal was immediately met with approval from the nobles.
Vibranium was a top-tier Sixth Metal, almost on par with the Seventh Metal. Besides its shock-absorption properties and extreme durability, its biggest advantage was its abundance.
Many powerful factions were aware of Vibranium's existence. If not for Wakanda being protected by the Panther Goddess Bast, various forces would have long since divided and plundered it.
The Panther Goddess Bast was no ordinary deity.
She was a member of the Council of Gods and was connected to the Ennead, Egypt's Nine Pillar Gods. Her background and power were enough to make Asgard and Olympus wary.
Allen intended to integrate Vibranium into his armor, crafting a weapon comparable to divine artifacts.
Leaving the Vibranium in Wakanda's hands was a waste. Despite their advanced technology, they still chose to make primitive weapons—clearly, they were only good for picking cotton and growing watermelons, their thinking hopelessly outdated.
A migration of tens of thousands began, the Atlanteans surging toward the African continent from beneath the waves.
This splinter group of Atlanteans was recorded in the kingdom's archives as a "lost tribe," and the Atlantean king even deliberately altered history, refusing to document the details of the power struggle.
After all, history is written by the victors.
The common folk were only meant to read it—not question it.
…
Meanwhile, Ares awakened from the depths of the ocean, his armor now showing signs of wear and damage.
His defeat at Thor's hands made him realize the limits of his strength.
"I need more war to grow my power."
The previous battle had been too small in scale—its boost to his divine strength had been minimal.
Against Thor, he had clearly felt his combat abilities being suppressed, so once he sensed defeat looming, he decisively chose to retreat.
Gazing toward the European continent, he could feel the dense aura of conflict lingering in the air.
A bold idea formed in his mind.
In the distance, a cargo cruise ship passed by.
Moments later, Ares transformed into a well-mannered middle-aged businessman and silently boarded the vessel.
Before stepping aboard, he glanced back toward Themyscira, his eyes flashing red.
"Just wait. I'll raze Themyscira first—then storm Asgard."