Chapter 361: Ghost Castle of the Ultra-Deep Sea (1)
It is the coldest, hottest, roughest, foulest, and harshest place in the world.
God cut it off from the rest of the world, separating it from the sunlight forever.
It is a hell that no one can imagine.
No words or illustrations can fully convey the horrors of Nouvelle Vague, and its unique and grotesque atmosphere can only be felt by breathing its air.
People of the world, please do not sin. If you have already committed it, find a way to repent as soon as possible.
For Nouvelle Vague, the Great Prison of the Deep, awaits you at the bottom of the abyss of unknown depths with its mouth open!
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At the bottom of a deep, deep trench in the ultra-deep sea.
A castle rises high above a thick forest of black seaweed.
A yellowish-blue light glows eerily like the luminescence of a deep-sea fish on the peak of an extinct volcano.
It was the very nature of the Nouvelle Vague, a dilapidated old castle made of giant cube-shaped bricks stacked on top of each other.