It seemed like a choice.
In truth.
Because of this game's final star rating.
Su Wen could not afford to miss any opportunity to eliminate the Tidal Sect.
So.
Contrary to those who wanted to run.
He intended to use the approaching storm to set the board in reverse.
And intercept the cultists aboard the ship.
As for the half-hour time limit.
It was even a little too generous.
He calmly said to the security captain beside him:
"Mr. Paul, take me to the crime scene."
Inside the banquet hall.
The deceased lay near the edge of the main stage. There was a faint ligature mark on his neck, while his head and back both bore blunt-force wounds.
Nelson analyzed the scene and said:
"Looks like he was ambushed."
At that moment.
The clear summer sky beyond the cabin windows was gradually swallowed by dark clouds.
Signs of an incoming storm appeared without warning.
Everyone aboard could feel the ship's rocking steadily intensifying.
Yet Su Wen entered calmly.
The environment did not affect him in the slightest.
He activated this game's Trial Ability:
Epic Relic: "Branlyte's Lantern"
A faint glow spread from the room, forming an imperceptible circular psychic field.
A brown-black, elegant antique lantern in Baroque Style appeared in Su Wen's hand. No one else could see it, yet it radiated a warmth that soothed the soul.
A silent oath followed:
I mourn the dead, just as Helen Lena swears an oath for the living.
Only in silence, words are born; only in darkness, light emerges; only in death, rebirth is gained; fireflies fall into the void, brilliant as dawn.
I am the ferryman of the forgotten—the "Glimmer of Lamplight"—Branlit.
In an instant.
Su Wen's computer screen split into two displays.
On one side.
The image of the Colin