The Black Throne sailed for several more days across this sea that seemed like a fog.
Throughout this long stretch of the voyage, they encountered no more islands. Every day, they opened their eyes to nothing but the Sea. If Roselle had not invented "Fight Evil" early on, everyone aboard would have been bored to death.
Looking at his handful of low cards, without even a ten among them, Roselle suddenly tossed them down. "Ah, this is so boring. I don't want to play anymore!"
Green silently laid out his hand of high cards. "Captain, barring any surprises, you've lost this round again after grabbing the role of 'Evil.' You owe me a total of..."
"Green, if you keep playing like this, we won't dare invite you to play cards anymore. No skill, all luck. You're actually on the Wheel of Fortune Pathway, not the Sailor Pathway, aren't you?"
"Edwards, aren't you usually full of hot air? Come on, explain this."
Edwards thought for a moment, then said earnestly, "I think Green is simply lucky. His greatest stroke of luck was meeting you, Roselle Gustav."
Roselle was stunned. "Holy shit, you're actually flattering me with a straight face. Edwards, you've changed!"
"As the captain puts it, this is called... people who get close to cinnabar are more likely to be stained red, and people who get close to ink are more likely to be stained black."
"...What a load of nonsense."
Suddenly, Roselle's vision blurred. He saw boundless grayish-white fog, with a hazy figure seated deep within it, saying calmly, "Count silently to a hundred, and I will summon you."
Chapter 531: The Second Misery Contest
Roselle immediately grew nervous. So far, that "evil god" Above the Gray Fog had contacted him on his own initiative only once, then "freely"