True Apocalypse Game

Arriving on an iron bed goose?

Taking out a cute girl?

What kind of nonsense is this...

Shen Feng frowned, unable to make sense of the situation.

'Listening to the description in this so-called prophecy, this world's Savior is a total pervert,' he thought. 'And a creep who's into little girls...'

He looked up and asked Witch Tower,

"What does this poetic prophecy even mean? What's an 'iron bed'? A bed made of iron?"

Although Witch Tower had recited the poetic prophecy in a halting tongue, Shen Feng now questioned her in English, incorporating the accent he had picked up from the pirates over the past few days.

"Iron bed?" Witch Tower looked taken aback. "This poetic prophecy uses the language of the ancient and distant Eastern Continent. I don't really understand the meaning myself. I just know this part says the Savior will one day return."

Shen Feng nodded slightly, realizing in an instant that while Witch Tower was speaking Chinese, she had merely memorized the syllables by rote.

After being passed down by word of mouth through who knows how many people, many of the syllables in this so-called poetic prophecy were clearly inaccurate now.

He thought for a moment and figured out what those lines of the prophecy were actually supposed to mean:

The Savior will one day return to lead humanity, dispel ignorance, and save the world. He will arrive on an Iron Ship, and underwater... he will breathe underwater!

With that, everything made sense.

A chill went through Shen Feng's heart.

'It might not mean anything to others, but I know better. As the Savior from the original world, I'm technically the Savior of this world too. And I arrived on an Iron Ship!'

The Hope-class Wind Sail Battleship was a metal vessel, which could also be called an Iron Ship!

'Could it be that the people of this world had prophesied my arrival?'

'But what does that last line about breathing underwater mean?'

Shen Feng then shook his head, casting the thought aside.

'If the people of this world really did prophesy my arrival, there are only two possibilities: one is a prophecy from the Whisperer, and the other is a prophecy from this world's Shen Feng.'

'But it's more likely just a coincidence.'

'Just the wishful thinking of this world's Salvation Army Warriors for the Savior's return.'

'After all, that line about "breathing underwater" sounds more like a description of the Undersea People.'

"Is there more to the poetic prophecy?" Shen Feng asked Witch Tower.

Witch Tower's face flushed red as she said,

"The Eastern language used in the prophecy is too profound. I've only memorized a small part of it. But other senior Minstrels should know the entire poem. Once we get to the Holy Corpse Market, we can naturally find another Minstrel and ask them to clarify."

Shen Feng nodded slightly. 'Chinese isn't that easy to learn, after all,' he thought.

Seeing he wasn't going to get any more information from the young Minstrel, Shen Feng opened the cover of a speaking tube and said into it,

"Bring Cherry here."

There wasn't a single piece of electronic communication equipment on the ship, but it did have a rather old-fashioned system of speaking tubes. Specially structured metal pipes allowed the captain's cabin to transmit sound to other compartments.

Soon, a knock sounded at the door. Old Bill and a few pirates dragged in the deathly pale and extremely weak Cherry as if he were a dead dog, tossing him onto a magnificent Persian carpet.

"Captain, we brought him," Old Bill said, saluting Shen Feng while trying his best not to let his eyes wander around the captain's cabin.

The other pirates, however, couldn't contain themselves and were secretly sizing up the luxurious furnishings, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

This level of decoration, and treasures that were obviously priceless at a single glance—they had never even heard of such things, let alone seen them!

Although they had long understood that their captain was a man of unfathomable depth, it was only after seeing these treasures that they realized his very existence far surpassed their imaginations!

These pirates were among the first to follow Shen Feng and already bore his mark. Thus, no greedy thoughts arose in them now; instead, their reverence for him only deepened.

Besides, Lady Witch Tower the Minstrel was here as well. Seeing her flushed cheeks and slightly flustered appearance, it was obvious that something... unspeakable... had already happened between her and the captain.

To be able to win over someone as noble as a Minstrel—the captain's power was simply beyond their comprehension.

Shen Feng's gaze swept across the pirates' faces, and he had a good idea of what they were thinking. He casually picked up a bottle of liquor, tossed it to Old Bill, and said,

"Good work. Share this with the lads."

Old Bill's hands trembled as he caught the bottle. Although he didn't understand the Russian words like "Vodka" written on it, he knew it was definitely something good. His face, along with the other pirates', broke into wide grins. They thanked Shen Feng profusely and excitedly before taking their leave with a thousand thanks.

After Shen Feng had drawn his blood, Cherry was already incredibly weak. Coupled with the mental shock from the earlier mention of the Whisperer, his spirit was completely broken. But upon seeing the splendor of the captain's cabin, he was shocked once again. Even his previously resolute gaze began to waver.

Shen Feng couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

'These survivors of the apocalypse clearly can't be judged by normal standards. I drained this guy's blood and tortured him, and he wasn't this shaken. But just the things in this cabin are enough to make him lose his composure.'

He casually poured another glass of red wine and flicked it with his finger, producing a rhythmic, pleasant sound. At the same time, he took a music box from a cabinet, wound it up, and a crisp, pleasant melody began to play.

Then, while repeatedly flicking a windproof lighter on and off, he spoke to Cherry in a low, modulated voice,

"Does the Purification Society still exist? Where are they?"

'Since I can't get information about the Whisperer out of him, finding the remnants of the Purification Society is the next best thing.'

The young Minstrel at his side noticed something was off and immediately turned her head to look out the window, avoiding the lighter's flame.

Cherry was first drawn in by the music box, then quickly became mesmerized by the flickering light of the windproof lighter, unable to pull his gaze away. He was rapidly hypnotized and began to speak slowly,

"The Purification Society… is… the Purification Church… The Purification Church exists at the other end of the world… I only know… the location of one of their churches…"

Shen Feng couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

'So the Purification Society changed its name to the Purification Church in this world.'

'But that makes sense. The Society always had the potential to become a cult. After the Water World Apocalypse, none of what they hoped for came to pass. Instead, disaster struck. This kind of psychological imbalance would make it easy for them to transform their organization into a religion.'

"Where is the church located?"

'If I can't find the headquarters, a branch will do.'

Cherry's eyes were vacant as he slowly said,

"The church is located… on an island in the Fog Sea…"

"The Fog Sea?" Witch Tower, who had been listening from the side, raised a delicate brow. "That's not a good place. It's said no one who enters the Fog Sea has ever returned… It holds the curse of the World Beast… Are you sure you want to go?"

Shen Feng nodded slightly and said,

"We'll go take a look and see what this bullshit Purification Church is all about… What, are you scared?"

The young Minstrel snorted coldly and said,

"You will never understand. The Salvation Army does not fear death."

With that, she turned and walked out of the captain's cabin, her shout echoing back:

"Change course! Target, the Fog Sea!"