Today was the tenth day since setting out to sea, and the third day since leaving the safe route.
The journey had been eerily peaceful. They had encountered no attacks from Evil Spirits and had seen very few supernatural phenomena.
The only change.
Was that the dim surface of the sea had turned into endless thick fog.
Visibility was extremely low.
Ships hundreds of meters apart could not see each other at all. They could not even make out the slightest outline or shadow. They could only communicate through the equipment on board.
This situation was actually extremely dangerous.
Not only was it easy to lose their bearings, but no one could say whether something that should not exist might have slipped into the fleet. Or whether, without anyone realizing it, a ship had been replaced by an Evil Spirit from the Nether Sea.
Such incidents were not rare.
They were even common.
Exploration Ships that strayed from the safe route often encountered some long-vanished Ghost Ships.
Their lights were still on.
Sailors were still moving about.
Everything appeared normal.
Some Ghost Ships would even take the initiative to greet you.
They were very enthusiastic.
They would greet you and say that they never expected to encounter living people in these waters.
And at that point.
The captain would immediately order everyone not to respond.
Then they would turn the ship around.
And leave the waters at once.
Otherwise, they might well be left behind to accompany the ship forever.
There had once been two Exploration Ships.
They encountered a Ghost Ship in the deep sea.
One of them was captained by an outsider, a self-important sort of man. When the Ghost Ship greeted him, he actually chose to respond and wished it fair winds.
What a fool!
Sometimes reality