"Fuck, my two million gold coins! What the hell is wrong with the North Wind Fleet..." On the waters outside the fleet duel zone, the Ewindara Archipelago tycoon who had wagered two million gold coins on the North Wind Fleet just yesterday was stamping his feet atop the highest lookout of his luxury yacht. One look at the North Wind Fleet's performance told everyone that something had gone wrong. But they were too far from the fleets, and the angle was wrong; even with binoculars, the tycoon could not make out what was happening near the waterlines on the far sides of those two battleships. All he could do was fret helplessly.
There were no few people who were puzzled, but among the onlookers, very few could truly see what had happened to the North Wind Fleet's two battleships. Some had caught sight of the enormous Ferromagnetic Starfish clinging densely to one side of the two battleships, and could only suck in a sharp breath.
"Bastard!" Seeing the firelight and smoke on the North Wind Fleet's two battleships, the tycoon in the luxury yacht's lookout viciously hurled his binoculars into the sea.
The weather was excellent today. Under the brilliant sunlight, the water beneath the luxury yacht shone a clear, deep blue, and visibility in the sea was high.
As he threw down the binoculars, the tycoon lowered his head and noticed that the water beneath his yacht seemed a little darker than before. Thinking it was the shadow of clouds overhead, he looked up—only to find that no cloud shadows fell here.
What was going on?
While everyone else focused on the distant battlefield, the tycoon scanned the surrounding waters with puzzled care. He discovered that the color beneath the water on his side really did seem darker than