This young man measured up to one and a half Battle Tower-era Heiduo.
Two days and three nights passed quickly.
Although he had nightmares every night for the past few days, they truly had little effect on Heiduo.
When he woke up, he even found them strangely lingering in his mind.
The helplessness in those dreams, the indescribable terror of the unknown, the frantic flight with no choice but to run—all of it stood in stark contrast to reality, where he could do as he pleased and virtually no one could stop him.
It was a different kind of thrill.
Fortunately, Heiduo was not a masochist. Trying it out once or twice was enough.
The cruise ship slowly docked.
Harbor Town.
It was called a town, but in reality, it was no smaller than Millennium Town.
Heiduo was not surprised. After all, it bore the title of Almia's central hub.
What he had not expected was this.
The moment he got off the ship, three sharp-looking people in strange uniforms came forward to greet him.
"Hello, we're the resident Rangers of Harbor Town."
One of them took the initiative to introduce himself.
The other two followed suit, each giving their names.
Heiduo noticed that although the three were speaking to him, their eyes had remained fixed on Darkrai behind him. He immediately understood.
The Almia region had suffered at Darkrai's hands—or rather, at the hands of a controlled Darkrai.
Whether they were wary or not, it was only natural for them to come over and politely ask a few routine questions.
If Heiduo had been a Ranger and seen someone disembark with a Darkrai, he would have gone over to ask as well.
After all, their duties were not all that different from those of the Police.
Once he had