Your Ships?

At dawn, sunlight spilled across the sea, making the waves shimmer.

The Association crew heading to Netarei City boarded their ship early.

The newly recruited sailors and accompanying attendants and guards made their final preparations.

Several high-level representatives from Association Headquarters gathered on the deck as well, waiting silently with traces of impatience in their eyes.

"What's wrong with this Wu Heng? He can't even keep to the time he set himself." The dwarf in the group spoke unhappily, his rough voice especially clear.

"Perhaps he forgot the time himself." The priest chuckled.

"Let's wait a little longer. If he still doesn't show up, send someone to fetch him," the old mage said softly.

"No need to wait. Send someone to find him. Sim, record this matter," the level 18 elder swordsman said indifferently.

The gnome investigator took out paper and a pen from his Spatial Ring.

He prepared to record the incident.

This Lord Island Master of Treasure Island did not seem as reliable as the newspapers described.

Beep~!

Just as he was writing the record.

A piercing noise came from the sea.

Then, startled cries rose from the others aboard the ship.

"What a huge ship."

"It's flying Treasure Island's flag, along with the Association's flag. It's a Treasure Island vessel."

"This is way too outrageous!"

"Some kind of wondrous vehicle?"

The deck railings were instantly crowded with people.

The Association members all looked out toward the distant sea as well.

On the distant sea level, an enormous and unprecedentedly strange vessel floated on the ocean like a small island.

The small escort ships beside it appeared exceptionally tiny.

Three level 18 professionals and four level 15 professionals.

All stood by the railings, their eyes wide as they stared at the scene before them in shock.

Beyond their