Arrive riding an iron-bed goose?
Take out a cute little girl?
What the hell was that...
Shen Feng frowned, unable to make sense of what was going on.
Going by the description of this prophecy, the savior of this world was a complete pervert—and a lolicon, at that...
He looked up at Wu Ta and asked:
"What exactly does this prophecy mean? What iron bed? A bed made of iron?"
Although Wu Ta had recited the prophecy in clumsy speech just now, Shen Feng asked this question in English, incorporating the accent he had picked up from the pirates over the past few days.
"What iron bed?" Wu Ta froze, then asked, "This prophecy is written in the language of the ancient, distant Eastern Continent. I don't really understand its meaning either. I only know that it says the savior will return someday."
Shen Feng nodded slightly, instantly realizing that although Wu Ta had spoken Chinese, she had simply memorized the sounds by rote.
After being passed down orally by who knew how many people, many of the syllables in this so-called prophecy had clearly become distorted.
After pondering for a moment, he understood what those lines of prophecy had actually meant:
The savior would eventually return, lead humanity, dispel ignorance, and save the world. He would arrive aboard an iron ship, breathing... breathing beneath the sea!
Now everything made sense.
Shen Feng's heart tightened.
It did not matter to anyone else, but he himself understood that as the savior of the original world, he could also be considered the savior of this world. And he had indeed arrived aboard an iron ship!
The Hope sailing battleship was a metal ship. It could also be called an iron ship!
Could the people of this world have once foretold his arrival?