Though Germán Spárol did not show it, Cadrya, the "Star Above Commander," seemed to have sensed his inner astonishment, offering a simple explanation: "That's a flight capable of eluding the 'Dead Call' pursuit." As she spoke, she noticed that Germán Spárol had completely changed his attire compared to yesterday: a round-necked shirt, a brown jacket, wide-legged pants, and a dark baseball cap—no longer that of an adventurer, but more like a native of the city of Bayam, the "City of Generosity." According to Nina, the night before, his clothes had been soaked by the massive waves—he had only one set of formal attire? Cadrya recalled the reason with ease. She was not surprised at all; indeed, she believed this perfectly embodied Germán Spárol's very nature—his formal garments limited to a single set, while his funds were entirely devoted to magical artifacts, extraordinary weapons, and spiritual incantations, always prioritizing the enhancement of his own strength. "It's no wonder the 'Immortal King' eventually gave up—he merely made a casual strike against passing ships, lacking sufficient rage to pursue them all the way... Hmm, seasoned pirate generals still have a decent chance of escaping when facing the 'Four Kings.'... Almost there... Heavens, I haven't even fully absorbed all of this yet. Yesterday's performance as the mad adventurer, Germán Sparrow, seemed quite successful—the crew of the 'Future' responded with enthusiastic and warm reception. Within the next two or three days, I should be able to fully digest it. And even finding mermaids in the perilous waters won't be easy—so we'll make it, just in time." Kline nodded, suppressing his urge to ask questions, and prepared to move past the star-ranking general to the fixed long table to fetch breakfast. At that moment, he spotted a pirate rushing in, carrying a lively, vibrant blue fish, heading straight for the corner. The second officer of the *Future*, Hisēs Dōr, sat there with a pallor so transparent it seemed almost translucent, his nose slightly out of proportion. *Plink!* The long, nearly one-meter sea fish was placed before this "man without blood." Hisēs Dōr extended both hands, pressing down on the large fish, his body slowly bending, his head inch by inch lowering until his face pressed directly against the scales—as if kissing them. Suddenly, the fish stiffened, then melted rapidly, like a candle encountering flame, transforming into a foul mass of blood and flesh. That liquid flesh surged into Hisēs Dōr’s mouth, coating the outer layer of his skin. Amidst the unsettling, undulating motion, the entire fish—bones and flesh—disappeared completely, leaving no trace. Hisēs Dōr’s face became remarkably clean, though his lips now turned a vivid, fresh red, like a fully bloomed rose. The name of the sequence—*The Rose*—flashed into the mind of the Bishop of the Rose. Gadriya, standing beside him, also observed the scene and pushed her glasses up. "Each Rose Bishop needs to replenish sufficient flesh and blood to fully harness their exceptional abilities. Moreover, after sustaining injuries during intense battles, they are less likely to lose control." She gave a slight smile, adding, "Though the mad members of the 'Aurora Circle' prefer human flesh—other sources could certainly serve as alternatives." It seemed that this reward-earning, 7,600-pound 'bloodless' man truly had good fortune: not only did he achieve Sequence 6 unexpectedly without any anomalies or disruptions, but also joining the pirate crew of the 'Star Above the General' was a significant advantage. Without the extensive hidden knowledge held by this lady, who tirelessly pursues knowledge, he would inevitably transform into a monster simply by yearning for human flesh—despite not actively listening to the 'True Maker's' voice. Klein silently reflected on this. He was increasingly convinced that the "Seer's Path"—the "Shepherd's Path"—was the most prone to unraveling and to madness among all extraordinary routes, without a single exception, even the "Chasm" Path, which embodied bold hostility, falling short by a margin. Cain withdrew his gaze, about to take a step, when the entire vessel suddenly jolted violently. In an instant, the scene before the "Future" ship unfolded vividly in his mind: The vast blue sea here was severed by immense fissures, and an endless cascade of water poured vertically into the profound, dark depths! The scene was majestic and magical, making one genuinely question whether they were truly on a planet. Hiss! The "Future" ship could not stop—it surged forward, broke free from the edge, and plunged rapidly downward. Thump! Thump! Thump! All the pirates in the dining hall were launched skyward, crashing into the ceiling above, while the food—toast, white bread, butter, cream, beer, seared fish—was thrown haphazardly into the air, unable to settle. Klein also lost his balance, rushing desperately toward the ceiling. In time, he reached out and pressed upward, performing a series of acrobatic adjustments to appear completely composed. Nearby, Nina displayed remarkable balance, using the ceiling to steady her posture, and unconsciously extended her legs, precisely kicking Frank—expert in toxins—sending him skidding sideways into a barrel, drenched in the pale yellow liquid. At this moment, the most relaxed and serene was the "Star General," Gauthier, whose starlight radiance surrounded her, forming a brilliant glow beneath her feet, floating effortlessly in midair, unaffected by the sudden plunge. Outside her, the one who appeared least disheveled was His, the "Bloodless One." The "Rose Bishop" had seemingly melted into the shadows, vanishing without a trace. As the "Future" was about to fully plunge into the deep, unseen chasm below, a sudden surge of seawater erupted upward like a fountain! It supported the ship, lifting it high and hurling it across to the other side. After a light, floating sensation, Caine believed the "Future" had settled steadily upon the sea surface, rendering his tightly held "Sea God" domain seals ineffective. Now, the sunlight streaming through the windows had grown bright and intense, casting the dining room into disorder. Caine, quickly regaining his balance, hastened to the window and observed that the endless ocean outside seemed to burn with golden flames, as though it had remained in the midst of noon all along. It had been morning just moments before! Raising his head, Caine narrowed his eyes and saw the sky filled with direct, unbroken sunlight—no clouds, no visible sun—only a brilliant golden hue. That explained why the magic mirror, Arodos, had described this place as a realm of unreal ocean, a site inherited from the age of the gods' wars. As his gaze swept across, he noticed a ruin located not far off to the diagonal front. Most of the ruins had been submerged by seawater, with gray stone blocks and pillars stacked into peaks, and at their summits, dome-like structures that, thanks to their natural curvature, created a substantial open space. The ruins must have been immensely vast originally; through the transparent water, Caine could see them extending downward into the seabed, without any end. "This is a very dangerous ocean," said Gadelia, the "Starborne Commander," who had arrived beside him at some point. Caine slightly turned his head to gaze at her, waiting for the "Seer" lady to continue. Gadelia looked ahead, her tone tinged with wonder: "I have come here only a few times, and all of those visits were long ago." "I," not "we"... meaning she had not come with the group from the 'Future Ship' at that time... perhaps still during her tenure under the 'Mysterious Queen'? Caine keenly noticed the subtle shift in Gadelia's wording, and already had a faint sense of what it might imply. Cadellia didn't turn her head, gazing at the sky and sea ablaze with golden flames. "No one knows where this sea ends, nor how vast it truly is. 'Do you know what's most dangerous here?' " ...If only Arondes had explained it more thoroughly back then... Caine shook his head calmly. Having nearly been caught by a half-god under the authority of the 'True Maker,' and only escaped thanks to the 'Dice of Probability,' he had kept his radio receiver in the realm of the unreal for the past two months, fearful that the 'True Maker' monitoring this region would notice his presence, thus never having the opportunity to reach out to Arondes, the 'Mirror.' His original plan had been to approach this perilous sea region and, through paper cranes, seek counsel from "The Serpent of Fate," Wil Anseit, to gain firsthand knowledge of the environmental conditions. Yet unforeseen circumstances arose—he encountered "The King of Immortality," Agarit, and the "Future" ship arrived with no room for buffer. The King of the Great Dragon, whatever he thinks, it comes to pass! Could this ocean have been the battlefield of the Second Age Primordial Deities? Kline nearly furrowed his brow. "It's no wonder the Seven Churches didn't send any strong contenders to harvest here... most of them have encountered problems. That means a small portion of half-gods can survive in this place? Caine blinked, suddenly realizing this, and looked out the window again. At that moment, the distance between the "Future" and the previous ruins had shrunk considerably. Suddenly, a deep, clear breath resonated clearly in everyone's ears simultaneously!