Fallen Mother Goddess's Influence on the Sea

The moment they returned to the island, Hobart had just reflected that it was fortunate he had become an Angel before exploring the third Elven Race ruin. If he had only been a demigod, he would definitely have been affected by that unknown spiritual attack just now and ended up, together with Alger, as a delivery captain bringing Extraordinary Characteristics and Sealed Artifacts to others.

Yet the instant their feet touched the ground, Hobart and Alger stepped into an extraordinary trap. Not only did they fall into a pit, but ropes that flew in from nowhere bound them as well.

Inside the trap, which was taller than a person, Alger's eyes gradually cleared. "How... how could there be an extraordinary trap here?"

"Hahaha! Caught two big fish!" A vigorous male voice suddenly shouted in Intis outside the trap.

Hobart did not immediately break free. Instead, he "Altered" the path of light refraction, allowing himself to see the scene outside.

A bearded middle-aged man with unkempt hair walked toward the trap. He wore a tattered sailor's uniform, and it was faintly recognizable as Intis style.

The middle-aged man arrived beside the trap. "Look, a pretty boy. His meat must be..."

Hobart smiled faintly and used his "Charm" ability.

"...God, isn't this... that... what's-his-name?" The middle-aged man's expression immediately changed. The way he looked at Hobart was like he was facing a close friend with whom he could talk about anything. "How are you two here? God, it must have been more than ten years since we last met, right?

"Oh, great Aklo above! I didn't expect to see you again in this lifetime. Come up, come up!"

The middle-aged man reached out to pull them up, but Hobart and Alger had already appeared outside the trap in an instant and easily