Island

Gilan grabbed a harpoon hanging on the outer wall of the cabin and lightly swept it across the sea's surface.

Splash.

He withdrew the harpoon and gently touched the red seawater clinging to it with a finger.

After examining it for a while, Gilan sniffed it.

There's nothing unusual about it. It's like ordinary seawater, with that distinct salty, fishy smell... But it isn't blood. It's merely red in color, so it only looks similar.

He could not help but smile and shake his head.

Legends are legends, after all. How could the Blood Sea truly have been nourished by an evil god's blood...

Things in the realm of mysticism were often accompanied by distinctive magnetic fields. Like high-risk radiation, they posed an extremely lethal threat to ordinary people.

If the Blood Sea were truly as the rumors claimed, the residents of Late Autumn Town would have long since been killed by such an immense magnetic field.

Standing alone in the deck passageway, Gilan gazed out over the crimson sea, finding a different sort of beauty in the unusual scenery before him.

After standing there a while longer, he withdrew his gaze, turned, and returned to the cabin...

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

The two small fishing boats carrying the group were slowly approaching a solitary island.

This island was the destination of their mission.

From afar, Gilan noticed that the island was covered in dense forest, yet there were no signs of human habitation. It seemed to be a completely natural, primitive island.

Deep within the island, however, there appeared to be a towering mountain that continuously released white, high-temperature smoke into the sky.

Is that... a volcano?

Gilan frowned tightly.

He also noticed what seemed to be a vast number of marine creature corpses