Pirates of the Caribbean World
Ever since Jack Sparrow allied with his "father-in-law" (a senior believer of the Eternal God), the rise of the Eternal Church across the seas had been unstoppable—blazing forward like a storm.
It started with outposts and garrisons.
Then spread to entire battalions of soldiers.
The faith had ignited into a global force.
The whole of England had been reshaped by religious upheaval.
A brutal war erupted—believer vs. believer.
Not even the royal family could stop it.
At first, everyone believed this fledgling cult would be crushed by the might of Catholicism.
But to everyone's shock...
It was the Eternal Church that came out victorious.
Their believers were terrifying.
Some could take on entire platoons alone—unfazed by bullets or cannons.
A single man could stand against an army.
Within just two months...
There was only one religion left in England:
The Eternal Church.
Perched on a wall overlooking the city, Jack Sparrow sat silently, watching thousands of lights flicker in the night below.
His heart was calm.
Under his personal efforts...
The Nine Pirate Kings—seven had already submitted.
Only two remained, and they were said to be able to summon the Sea Goddess.
But Jack wasn't worried.
Because to the gods, all that mattered was one thing—
Faith.
That detestable missionary—upon hearing Jack had taken England—had already moved on to conquer other territories.
Rumors said three colonies had already fallen.
A terrifying man.
Thankfully, Jack was smart enough to seize England first.
Only then could he catch up.
"Their sect can't even support itself anymore.
They've been purged from the country.
Our Eternal Church is stronger than ever—even the Queen has issued a decree:
Wherever the banner of the Eternal God goes, so too must His word be spread."
"Yes," another priest said, "but don't let your guard down.
That other zealot is moving fast."
In this vast world...
Jack Sparrow's emotions were like a ship on the high seas—constantly rising and falling.
Being a member of the Wanjie Chat Group was an advantage.
But now, with the introduction of the Trial Tower, his head start had quickly vanished.
He didn't dare complain to the gods.
All he could do was train harder, spread more faith, and hope that one day—when he performed his sacrifice—he would gain greater divine favor than his rivals.
Temporary strength meant nothing.
The real contest began during sacrifice.
Royal Palace of England
The palace was now a sacred site for missionaries.
Even the Queen herself had become a devout believer, treating the Eternal God as the one true deity.
Guns? Cannons?
Meaningless.
Why bother when meditation alone could grant you power?
Some who had high natural aptitude had already passed early-stage trials, receiving miraculous strength.
For example:
The Captain of the Royal Guard had slain a monstrous beast and obtained the Hurricane Spear.
Infused with divine power, the spear allowed him to summon violent storms at will—and bend the wind to his command.
He had since been appointed as the Storm Envoy within the Church hierarchy.
When rebels rose up against the Church...
He was the one who crushed them.
With a single strike, he incinerated thousands.
Even the explosives they carried were vaporized on impact.
There was only one slogan in England now:
"Join the Eternal Church—Begin a New Life!"
Late at night
Barbossa, Jack's trusted ally, returned.
He brought with him an entire ship full of treasure—and two of the final Pirate Kings.
"Hey, old man! Get out here! We brought you the last haul!"
"You'll scare the pets to death, shouting like that…"
Jack Sparrow flipped through the air with a somersault and landed gracefully on the ground.
He looked at the two captured Pirate Kings—and the witch behind them—and smiled.
"This is great news. Everything's falling into place."
"The treasure is here. The last few kings are here.
All that remains... are the believers."
Barbossa gave Jack a sly wink.
"I did good, didn't I? Time to reward me properly.
I'm done playing pirate every day."
"Haha… Fine. From today onward, you are Baron Barbossa."
"You serious?"
"Of course. England's under my rule now. Who else would dare oppose?"
Jack beamed with pride.
Across the city and the countryside, both nobles and peasants had joined the Eternal Church.
The dissenters?
All dead.
What was a barony at this point?
Barbossa took a deep breath.
This man moves faster than a storm...
"So, when will you hold the sacrifice, Priest?"
"Soon. We need just a few more believers first.
Once the time is right—we'll offer them all up together."
"Alright. I'll be off then. But don't forget about my title!"
"Would I ever?"
Jack watched his old friend leave, a soft smile on his face.
Power and rewards had united them.
What about their sins?
Did it matter?
As long as they spread faith—everything was worth it.
Jack Sparrow looked up at the stars overhead.
Someday...
He, too, would soar among them—
and become a force that even gods would fear.
Wanjie Chat Group
Sadly Reminded Lao Gao:
"Hello everyone. I've been busy preparing for the sacrificial rites these past few days, so I haven't had time to chat."
Tanjiro:
"Hello, Mr. Gao!"
Sadly Reminded Lao Gao:
"Are you from Dongying?"
Tanjiro:
"Is that surprising? People from all over end up here."
Li Er:
"That's true. What world and dynasty are you from, Lao Gao? Got anything fun to trade?"
Spirit of the Demon Sword (Long Kui):
"Yes, yes—very curious!"
Sadly Reminded Lao Gao:
"Don't even mention it… I was originally a modern guy, like Chu Dashan.
But I followed a friend through time and ended up in the Qin Dynasty…"
Young Master Murong:
"Judging by your name, you've had it rough.
Don't worry—once you become a disciple of the Eternal God, things start looking up! Good.jpg"
Sadly Reminded Lao Gao:
"Rough? That doesn't even begin to cover it.
Back home I was just a low-level office clerk.
Then I transmigrated, didn't know martial arts, and got tricked by that snake Liu Bang… into becoming a eunuch in the palace…"
He poured out his tragic backstory tearfully.
Within moments, the group was full of sympathetic replies.
After all, for any man... castration was nightmare fuel.
Pirate King of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow):
"Brother, I feel your pain.
I also got castrated—by divine retribution for deceiving the gods.
Sure, the parts are still there... but they're non-functional."
Sadly Reminded Lao Gao:
"Hug.jpg... I have no words. Just feelings."
Li Er:
"Wait—Liu Bang? You're in the Qin Dynasty, right?
Find Emperor Qin and convert him.
If you bring him into the Eternal Church, everything will get easier."
Sadly Reminded Lao Gao:
"Already done!
I've gained Emperor Qin's support.
We're preparing the first major sacrifice…
But I don't know what we should offer."
Qin was a powerful realm, but it wasn't a high-fantasy world. There were no top-tier treasures, no epic cultivators.
Resources were limited.
Chu Dashan:
"I remember there were records of meteorites falling during the Qin Dynasty.
Try sacrificing one of those!
Also, if you can find any beautiful, virtuous women, offer them too.
Remember—sincerity is everything!"
In the modern world, meteorites were common.
But in ancient times? They were sacred and rare.
If nothing else, offering a precious heart was the most powerful symbol of devotion.
Sadly Reminded Lao Gao:
"Got it. I completely forgot about that…
By the way, what happened to Uncle Jiu? He joined the group with me, but hasn't said a word."
Spirit of the Demon Sword:
"He's probably like Baldy.
The silent type.
Some folks just lurk at first—especially if they already believe in another god.
They think their deity is the only real one."
"But the truth?
Their 'immortals' and 'Buddhas' are nothing but small fish in a big pond."
"They stink!"
Sadly Reminded Lao Gao:
"…"
He knew who Baldy referred to.
A legendary monk from Chinese folklore: Fahai.
The monk from the Legend of the White Snake.
Now… reduced to a meme nickname.
Even Guanyin Bodhisattva was smacked down…
No wonder people now believe in the Eternal God.
To Save All Sentient Beings (Fahai):
"@刀妖除魔九叔
Uncle Jiu, you're a Taoist, right?
Tell me—how do your heavenly immortals compare to Guanyin Bodhisattva?
You've been lurking quietly, but you're definitely watching.
We have two kinds of believers here:
You, from the Taoist side.
Me, from the Buddhist side.
Both of us have seen how this ends.
What are you still struggling with?
Is your final wish to become nothing more than a pile of dust?"