I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

Now, he needs to do something else, something that will change the landscape of Bilgewater!

......

Shadow Isles.

Since advancing to the legendary level, Karthus has been adapting to his skyrocketing power every day.

In order to be in the best possible condition to complete the tasks assigned by Fóyego.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze interrupted Karthus's meditation.

A wisp of black mist condensed into a slender and tall figure. Upon seeing the newcomer, Karthus humbly lowered his head.

"Welcome Your Majesty."

Foygo looked Karsas up and down, as if pondering something.

After careful observation, Foygo became increasingly satisfied and finally nodded in approval.

The decision is yours!

"Kal'thas, come with me."

"I have an important task for you."

Foygo gave the order, and although Karsas was puzzled, he still responded in a low voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Immediately, Foygo transformed into a wisp of black mist once more, carrying Karthus towards Bilgewater.

......

Bilgewater.

Although this is a port city known for its "freedom".

And it is infested with outlaws from all over Runeterra.

But there's a saying that goes something like that.

Where there are people, there are classes.

People are divided into different classes.

Even in Bilgewater, power and authority are always in the hands of a small number of people.

Gangs are the true rulers of Bilgewater!

And the leaders of these gangs are the ones who stand at the top of Bilgewater.

They might be infamous pirate captains, renowned wealthy merchants, or illustrious heroes of Bilgewater.

Each of them commanded a group of gang members, each overseeing different industries in Bilgewater.

The leaders of these gangs are the de facto rulers of Bilgewater.

......

At the highest point in the very center of Bilgewater stands a magnificent manor.

The owner of the manor once had a glorious legend in the port city of Bilgewater.

Old Hack sat in his deckchair, looking down at the city below, his eyes filled with a hint of resentment.

No matter how outstanding a hero may be, they will eventually succumb to the ravages of time.

They will gradually age, become frail, and eventually die.

The same was true for Old Huck.

In his youth, he was a nobleman from Noxus.

However, due to the failure of the coup, he was forced to flee to Bilgewater and start a new life.

With his brilliant mind and extraordinary courage, Hack eventually built a vast empire in Bilgewater!

Silver Snake Gang!

It's not just the gangs at the top of Bilgewater.

Moreover, it also oversees all the shops in the entire city.

To open a shop in Bilgewater, you have to pay protection money to the Silver Serpent Gang.

otherwise?

The next day, an unclaimed corpse would be found in the ditch.

Because of his noble birth, Old Huck was respectfully addressed as "Baron Huck" in Bilgewater.

Of course, this "baron" is just a nickname. There is no formal government in Bilgewater, so there is no such thing as a title.

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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Birth of the Cult of the Dawn

There's a saying: A true hero doesn't dwell on past glories.

Now, Baron Harker is old.

He had no choice but to gradually delegate power to his son.

And one day, the title of "Baron Hack" will be passed from old Hack to young Hack.

Is Old Hack really content with this?

But what could he do even if he was unwilling to accept it?

Everyone must die eventually.

"Ugh......"

Old Huck couldn't help but sigh softly, quietly enjoying the last moments of his life.

Suddenly, a mournful song reached Old Hak's ears.

The song was melodious and poignant, like a hymn from the deepest hell.

Before he knew it, Old Huck had become completely lost in the song.

In a daze, Old Huck felt as if his soul had left his body and was gradually floating into the dark night sky.

Only then did Huck suddenly wake up.

He looked back and saw that his body was still lying on the bench in the luxurious mansion.

However, he looked exceptionally peaceful at that moment.

Fear suddenly filled Huck's entire soul, making him feel extremely panicked.

Just then, a sobbing voice appeared in Hack's ear.

“Hack, your life is coming to an end. I am the messenger who has come to welcome you to your death.”

Immediately, Huck turned his gaze forward and saw a hazy, ghostly figure in a black robe floating in the air.

The ghostly figure wore a jet-black crown, held a jet-black staff, and exuded a chilling aura!

Yes, this must be the messenger of death!

"No, I can't die!"

"I still have plenty of money I haven't squandered!"

"I still have endless rights that I haven't had time to enjoy!"

"no, do not want!"

Faced with death, old Huck roared with resentment and despair, determined not to return to death like this!

"presumptuous!"

"Hark, how dare you defy death!"

Upon hearing this, the ghost seemed to become enraged, and a pale, powerful force emanated from its body.

Faced with this force, old Huck was powerless to resist and could only watch as it hurtled towards him.

"no no!!!!"

Old Huck's soul cried out, but nothing could be changed.

Just then, suddenly...

"Wait a minute."

A calm voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens, and a terrifying aura descended from the sky.

A tremor emanating from the depths of their souls caused both Hack and the ghost to stop in their tracks.

"Greetings to the Great Dark Lord."

Immediately, the dark, ghostly figure prostrated itself on the ground, bowing its once proud head towards the sky.

Hark had no idea what kind of being this "Dark Lord" was.