Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the B.W., laden with two hundred thousand sacrifices, departed the harbor until it became a black speck frozen on the horizon.
Then, from an inconspicuous little port, an ocean-going ship named the Purple Smoke also sailed toward the distant sea.
In the captain's cabin, Morel manned the helm and monitored the voyage.
Unless necessary, the Purple Smoke was powered not by fuel, but by the labor of Deep Purple.
In a sense, the Purple Smoke had several different sources of propulsion.
And the most cost-effective one was undoubtedly the manpower created by Deep Purple.
"If I had a hundred soldiers who neither needed food nor drink and never got tired, I'd definitely send them to a factory to tighten screws."
When Moyu saw the smoke soldiers carrying out their mechanical motions in the engine room, that terrible old joke involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
If Nen Ability could be integrated into everyday life, then with Morel's ability, he could casually open a factory and never go hungry.
Putting aside that mildly amusing thought, Moyu came to the captain's cabin and looked out over the azure sea and sky ahead.
Because Ging had suggested that the team heading to the Dark Continent should not be bloated, the number of participants in this operation had been kept below thirty.
That said, there were not many Professional Hunters within the Hunter Association who truly wanted to go to the Dark Continent.
This was, in a way, the result of Netero's own doing during his lifetime.
Back then, the Hunter Association's members had been more excited about exploring the Dark Continent the more they were prevented from doing so.
But after Netero treated the Dark Continent as taboo, that attitude gradually faded with time.
Nowadays, many Hunter