The Ghost Ship

"An aura of death—a Ghost Ship!"

The witch Kassenia stared at the crystal ball and cried out in alarm. "It's within the crystal ball's range. It hasn't left the Golden Sea!"

"Not only that, it seems we really pissed it off when we stopped that curse last time..."

Fang Yuan sneered. "Now, the moment it senses us, it might bring the whole ship over to cause trouble..."

Splash!

Click, click!

As soon as he finished speaking, Jefa, the Necromancer who had approached them, fell to the ground, his teeth chattering.

"Damn it... Are these really the kind of men I've got under me?"

Fang Yuan rubbed his forehead.

"Leader... that's because you have no idea how terrifying the Ghost Ship is! It has wandered the seas for over a thousand years, yet not a single pirate crew or navy has ever been able to destroy it! Legend says the Ghost Ship can travel freely through the underworld, and even cross into other realms... You could never imagine the terrifying undead that exist aboard it: Ghoul Tyrants, the King of the Undead, Demigod Liches, and countless beings we can't even describe... Some even say that the captain who commands the Ghost Ship is an evil god!"

Jefa spoke in a trembling voice.

"Impossible. There are plenty of powerful undead aboard the Ghost Ship, but no evil god..."

Fang Yuan was the most qualified to speak on this, having once clashed with the power of the curse from afar.

If the Ghost Ship really had an existence that transcended the boundaries, then even if his true self sent power across the void, he might not have been able to save the witch and Lolita.

"Fine, even so... What's aboard the Ghost Ship? A ship full of undead? Even if you see it,