This Port Was Never Going to Be Proper

Bai Zhu came down from Junk Mountain and glanced once more at the red dot in the direction of the port.

Then he fell silent.

The target field was clean.

There was no explanation.

No danger marker.

It could not even be bothered to give him a line saying, "Please explore on your own, Host."

There was only a vague coordinate sitting at the edge of Meteor City's Derelict Port district.

Bai Zhu stared at it for two seconds, then raised a hand and rubbed his face.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

He looked down at the Zanpakuto at his waist.

His fingers tapped the hilt.

"If there's no mission, I'll treat it like a trip."

He looked toward the port again.

"If there are no monsters, I'll slash a few cargo ships to practice my swordsmanship."

After a pause, he added one more line.

"If I run out of money, I'll get Milluki to reimburse me."

After talking himself into it and setting a goal for himself, he felt much better.

When you were alive, you had to learn how to make excuses for yourself.

Bai Zhu rolled his shoulders, and the next second, he shot forward.

The scrap metal beneath his feet was kicked upward, and several sheets of junk board flew into the air.

Even he was startled by that speed and explosive power.

"Damn."

Bai Zhu nearly failed to stop himself. He hurriedly adjusted his balance and charged down the garbage slope.

His body after allocating points felt like it had been upgraded to a whole new version.

Before, whenever he ran too fast, he had to worry that his legs could not keep up with his brain.

Now, the instant the thought of Charge appeared in his mind, his body had already carried