A Daring Venture (Supplement: 11,200 words)

Whoosh!

The wind howled, and the rain poured down in torrents.

Amid flashes of lightning and peals of thunder, the once-calm ocean seemed to transform into a beast with its jaws spread wide. A colossal whirlpool formed, swallowing everything in the storm.

As the Seer Universe ascended and its only continent merged into this higher-dimensional world, a period of adjustment was inevitable.

As a result, the waters around the Continent of Seer were beset by tornadoes, storms, tsunamis... Every terrible disaster imaginable was occurring without end, forming a natural barrier.

What was more, Wu Ming had maliciously intensified the process, doing everything he could to keep outsiders from prying.

But no matter whether in the East or the West, the temptation of a rich reward always brought people willing to risk their lives.

After all, sailors in this age had already entrusted their lives to God of Fate. If the reward was tempting enough, they would dare venture even into the devil's own hell.

Now, amid the storm, a sailing ship was slowly making its way forward.

The vessel was pitch-black, built from ironwood native to the Western Continent. Its glossy black hue showed that the wood was at least five hundred years old. Even small-caliber cannons couldn't pierce it, and both its masts and sails had been blessed by priests, allowing them to last for decades without decaying.

A ship like this would have been a priceless heirloom in any seafaring family.

But now, beneath the howling winds and torrential rain, its sails had long since been furled. The ship could only drift with the waves. Though the sailors were fighting desperately to keep it under control, the ironwood vessel still seemed liable to break apart or capsize at any moment beneath the oncoming waves.

Before the overwhelming might