New Game Plus was impossible. Within half a day, Yinsen had determined that this was not the "starting point" from back then.
Looking at the two- or three-meter-high waves around him and the gale that nearly tossed him from the boat into the sea—when he had first begun sailing, he had never encountered such terrible conditions. Back then, he had been given plenty of time to adapt.
Though he had become an old captain now, his powerful physique and all his miraculous spells were gone. All he had was a small boat slightly better than a dinghy. Facing such wind and rain, he could only hope his luck would be better.
"Does this Tower of Babel even test your Luck Stat?"
Someone with bad luck could be overturned by a single wave, their little boat smashed to pieces. Even if they somehow survived the storm, without a boat, food, or water, stranded in the boundless sea, they could only wait to die.
Fortunately, Yinsen had always been lucky. The little boat held firm through the wind and waves, and even the supplies aboard suffered no losses.
Once the storm had passed, Yinsen collapsed inside the boat. Though exhausted and starving, aside from taking a large gulp of water to rehydrate, he had no desire to eat anything.
Before he knew it, Yinsen had fallen asleep. When he woke again, he was almost unaccustomed to the dazed feeling of waking from deep sleep. He lay there blankly for quite a while before realizing his current situation.
Sitting up, Yinsen felt aches radiating from every part of his body. It was the aftermath of overexertion, along with the side effects of sleeping somewhere uncomfortable. After living in excellent conditions for countless years, his body was no longer suited to such harsh surroundings.