Good Fortune and Mr. Zombie

Before Reverse Mountain.

Five identically designed "merchant ships" were moored at the entrance.

The decks were no longer occupied by sailors, but by dozens of fully armed men with vicious looks in their eyes.

On the central flagship.

"Blu blu... blu blu..."

The Transponder Snail rang, and the first mate immediately answered it.

After a brief silence, a savage grin spread across his face. "Boss! We got the signal! The Association's people have already clashed with that group."

"We can move in and seal off the waterway now!"

The leader slammed a hand against the helm.

"Good! Relay the order to every ship! Stay alert and advance at full speed! Don't let even a fly escape!!"

"Yes!!"

The orders were swiftly passed along.

All five ships raised their flags at once and charged toward the roaring upward current.

However, just as the leading ship was about to enter the waterway.

The entire vessel jolted, its speed suddenly dropping.

"We've only rowed a few miles! You're all out of strength already? What the hell are you useless lot doing?!"

"No, no, Boss!"

The helmsman stared at the sea ahead in terror.

"The ship... the ship's spinning!!"

It was not just the lead ship. The four ships behind it were experiencing the same thing.

The five ships began spinning wildly in place, out of control. Their hulls tilted, the men on deck lost their footing, and cries of alarm erupted everywhere.

Beneath the sea, a massive shadow slowly emerged.

"W-What is that?!"

"A Sea King?! No! It's a whale! Such a huge whale!"

Splash!

The Island Whale Laboon rammed its broad forehead upward, crashing solidly into the middle of the fleet!

Wood splintered, and keels shattered.

Two ships broke apart on the spot, while the other three were overturned by the enormous