I Have a Sailing Game

Such monsters, there are a full three of them!

That’s just what Rogel currently sees.

He still doesn’t know how many more terrifying monsters are lurking in deeper corners.

Rogel opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and withdrew his gaze, sending Heisatan into the cave.

With a terrifying seabed like this, it’s no wonder even some Ocean Races can’t explore and expand their living territories...

It must be said, compared to the seabed, the gray mist on the sea, though disorienting, is somewhat safer.

The Gelin continued forward in the eerie environment.

Before long.

Strange occurrences reappeared on the sea.

"Ah..."

Light, melodious singing came from all directions of the gray mist.

It was as if several women with beautiful voices were singing together in the gray mist.

This singing carried an intoxicatingly beautiful emotion.

[You’ve been influenced by the Song of Enchantment.]

[You’re about to get lost...]

"Rogel, my boy, wake up!"

Uvie Muzhe’s voice came through.

Upon hearing this, Rogel’s pupils slightly contracted, and he unhesitatingly used the power of the Illusory Black Stone to protect the entire Gelin.

This is at least an Angel Level extraordinary influence!

Rogel couldn’t resist it himself.

He was able to respond a bit.

But apart from him, others were almost instantly affected.

"What was that?"

Lina came to her senses, looking around with lingering fear.

The song just now made her utterly captivated, with no other thoughts beyond listening.

"This gray mist, it’s too dangerous."

Mira also couldn’t help but wipe away cold sweat.

Even Yas took a deep breath to steady himself.

Only Noemi, slightly dazed, then with a yearning said, "Whose song is that? It’s so beautiful..."

"..."

Rogel twitched the corner of his mouth, giving her head a light slap in annoyance.

"Beautiful, huh? You nearly dived into the sea, where the seabed is full of terrifying monsters."

"Roar, roar!"

No sooner had one occurrence settled than another commenced.

The little dragon cub, which had been sleeping soundly while clutching the Jade Pearl in a corner of the ship, woke up unexpectedly and began to call anxiously at Rogel’s feet.

Rogel frowned slightly, trying to listen carefully, but couldn’t quite understand.

Fortunately, being of the Dragon Race, Uvie Muzhe understood its meaning.

"It senses a huge threat."

Uvie Muzhe’s voice grew heavy.

"Threat? Then why haven’t you or I sensed anything?" Rogel frowned tightly.

"Roar!"

Before Rogel could finish speaking, the little dragon cub suddenly made a noise and ran into the cabin, hiding in a corner.

Whoosh—

At the very next moment.

A massive gust of air rushed from the hazy gray mist.

Instantly, the seawater shook, and the Gelin’s hull rocked violently.

In the gray mist, a gigantic black shadow flashed by.

What followed was a stifling, terrifying aura!

Even Rogel’s body froze for a moment.

A moment later, that huge black shadow vanished without a trace.

Gurgle gurgle.

Bubbles started surfacing on the seawater.

A heap of monsters and long-drowned corpses emerged onto the water’s surface, surrounding them, triggering a sudden shift of phenomena.

Cold sweat dripped from Rogel’s forehead.

Neither he nor Uvie Muzhe had sensed anything.

That shadow just now... was at least a terrifying creature above the Demigod level!

Fortunately, it was not coming for them.

Otherwise, Rogel would have had no way to deal with it.

...

The terror of the boundary mist made Rogel feel a lingering fear.

However, the path chosen by the Tree of Life for him must be relatively safer.

For the remainder of the time, Rogel encountered almost no terrifying threats anymore.

Only occasional sea monsters and aberrations occurred.

Finally.

After nearly three days of navigation in the perpetual mist.

The gray mist ahead of the Gelin began to thin out gradually.

Ultimately, what unfolded before their eyes was bright and clear.

Yet, what lay before them was not any picturesque scenery.

Instead, it was a swamp just as gloomy, rife with dead trees, flies, and malodorous water.

Still, this led everyone on board to breathe a sigh of relief.

The Mire of Decay... at long last, they had arrived!

"Is this the Mire of Decay?"

Mira was a bit curious, picking up the pen and paper in her hand, she started taking notes and sketching.

"It should be."

Rogel nodded.

The scene here was pretty much what he had anticipated.

Although it looked a bit putrid here, making one want to stay away.

However, compared to the dangers in the boundary fog, the Mire of Decay before him was practically harmless.

Rogel also released Heisatan at this moment.

He wanted to see how deep the water ahead was.

Mire of Decay... if it really is a swamp, then the Gelin might not be able to sail into it.

But, he was clearly overthinking.

The water here, though murky, turned out to be very deep sea water.

And those withered trees...

They were actually growing on some corpses.

[Withered Tree of Decay]

[Type: Special Plant]

[Explanation: A special plant in the Mire of Decay, said to be the result of a failed experiment by an evil Extraordinary. It automatically grows on the floating bodies in the Mire of Decay. Once the corpse’s flesh is fully absorbed, it begins to wither, drifting in the Mire of Decay.]

Strange trees...

Rogel shook his head and let the Gelin continue forward.

Their immediate priority was to find a place with human presence.

This place was near the boundary fog and didn’t look like somewhere people frequented.

...

"Caw... Caw..."

A crow with messy feathers perched on a dead tree branch, lowered its head to clean under its wing with its beak, letting out a hoarse cry.

Gurgle.

On the water’s surface, a floating object, formed from the decay of some foul-smelling substance, bubbled with stickiness.

In front of a decrepit house built on these putrid floating objects, there sat an old man in tattered clothes, leaning on a cane.

He seemed to be in a daze, wandering in his thoughts.

Suddenly, his murky pupils moved, and his gaze fell ahead.

A large ship was sailing towards him.

Upon seeing this, the old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed rotten teeth.

"Mary... we have guests..."

Before long, a beautiful young girl in a long dress came out, stood by his side, and bowed slightly, revealing a voluptuous figure.

Her beauty clashed with the foul and chaotic scene, as if she didn’t belong there at all.

"Got it, darling."

The girl in the long dress smiled slightly, leaned forward, and planted a deep kiss.

...

Naturally, this large ship was the Gelin.

After wandering in the Mire of Decay for a long time.

Rogel and the others only saw the foul water and the decaying floating objects here.

They hadn’t seen a single person.

So, he spoke with Uvie Muzhe and then prepared to find his old friend — Muse Laya.

However, during this process, they saw this decrepit little house.

Rogel squinted his eyes, his gaze swept over the entire house, while his mind was conversing with Uvie Muzhe.

Moments later, he smiled slightly, having already seen through everything.

Soon after, the Gelin arrived in front of the wooden house.

"I’ll go ask a question, you guys wait here for a moment."

With that said, Rogel jumped down.

Everyone watched him walk into the wooden house, their hearts filled with some doubt.

"This wooden house is so strange, it seems to be floating on the water..." Noemi wondered.

And she soon brightened her eyes: "Oh? There’s actually a garden behind the house..."

But when she looked closely, her expression suddenly froze, and her stomach churned with nausea.

"Although this place is a gathering spot for the extraordinaries, it’s clearly not a utopia where people can live peacefully."

"This should be a wandering extraordinary... If I’m not mistaken, it should be an Alternative Path Promotion..."

Lina crossed her arms.

As a doctor, she could naturally face this calmly.

Meanwhile, amidst a violent tremor from inside the house.

The house suddenly collapsed.

A grotesque creature with a nightmarish visage, but with a lower body covered with long skirt tatters, also shattered into two, blood gushing out.

"Mary..."

"No... No... NO!!!"

A hoarse, aged voice was filled with rage and sorrow.

Rogel adjusted his collar and walked forward expressionlessly.

A Bone Spirit knelt on one knee appeared before him.

It then rose, pinning the old man down.

"Tell me everything you know, all the details about the Mire of Decay."

"I will kill you! Dismember your body and plant it in this land..." the old man struggled frantically, yelling madly, his eyes filled with intense hatred.

Rogel frowned slightly.

It seemed this one had gone completely mad, and wouldn’t reveal any information even in death.

But Rogel didn’t mind.

He stood still, as a black illusory tentacle broke through the water’s surface from the seabed.

The Power of Faith was very versatile...