The ninth level of the ship's hold.
White Night Spirit Wang was fighting.
He was in one of the eight thousand eight hundred worlds.
-the Deep Sea World.
In this world, one had to fight the monsters in the deep sea and find a map to the next world in their possession to successfully clear it.
"Die!"
White Night Spirit Wang shouted.
Opposite him, the mountain-sized monster crashed down, sending an enormous splash up from the sea.
White Night Spirit Wang descended.
On the surface of the sea.
Two wounded Professionals were casting spells to heal themselves.
"Who are you?"
They demanded warily.
White Night Spirit Wang planted his hands on his hips and watched their spells with a critical eye, shaking his head.
"Your healing spells are garbage. Let me do it-the fee is very cheap. Just pay me one skill, and I'll heal you completely."
The two Professionals exchanged glances, then examined White Night Spirit Wang closely.
Meeting their gazes, he released a ball of gentle, energy-filled holy white radiance in his hand.
It was a sacred Healing Art!
Both immediately relaxed. After a brief discussion, one of them said:
"You certainly look like an angel... All right, we're willing to pay."
"A wise choice!" White Night Spirit Wang exclaimed approvingly.
Holy white light shone from his hands and entered the two Professionals' bodies, healing them.
Suddenly.
While healing them, White Night Spirit Wang looked toward the other side of the sea, seemingly sensing something.
On the distant horizon.
An enormous dark silhouette suddenly appeared and sent a telepathic message across the ocean to White Night Spirit Wang.
White Night Spirit Wang listened silently, the smile gradually fading from his face.
His features twisted into madness, his expression like an evil spirit's, and the white light from his