Chapter 407. Aftermath
Tyler woke up feeling refreshed. He was in the residential wing of the Pocket Dimension built into his ship.
Stretching his limbs, he stepped out of the house and onto the cobbled path just outside. A group of young maidens, dressed in light-colored dresses, waved at him cheerfully as they passed by. They were female slaves Mathilda bought and stored in this dimension, they are the one incharge of taking care of environment in the pocket dimension.
Tyler smiled gently and waved back, not saying a word. The Girls blushed. Sometimes Mathilda likes to drag him to have fun with girls that volunteer.
He walked towards the loney door of the Pocket Dimension and passed through it effortlessly. In an instant, he walked out from the door which leads to the white pearl.
He then reached the high deck. With a silent motion, he floated off the ship and glided down to the edge of the sea. The salty wind caressed his face as the shoreline came into view.
A large group had already gathered there. Their eyes turned toward him the moment he arrived. There was awe, reverence, and perhaps a touch of fear. After all, this was the man who had defeated the infamous Crazy Clown.
At Tyler’s signal, several men stepped forward, carrying a long coffin. Unlike most, it wasn’t black or adorned with gold. It was painted with vibrant, almost garish colors—reds, greens, and purples swirling together in chaotic patterns. On top of it, a tattered flag bearing the Circus Pirates’ emblem fluttered in the breeze.
It was the Clown’s coffin.
Tyler stepped forward, his eyes steady. "If there’s a next life for you," he said quietly, "then please... be born and grow up as a normal person."
With practiced coordination, the men carried the coffin into the shallow waters of the sea. Once it was floating, one of them raised his hand and released a pulse of controlled Aura. The coffin glided forward, steady and dignified. Then, without warning, a spark of flame erupted on its surface. It wasn’t a roaring inferno—just enough to honor the dead without desecrating the sea.
The flames licked the edges of the coffin, warming the bright paint for just a moment, before the entire thing slowly sank beneath the waves.