There is no time for cultivation!

Well, that's a joke. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, for Makoto, who was driving on the sea in a dead silence and always seemed to be in a thick fog, he really couldn't know the time accurately, or because of the surrounding environment, his concept of time had been blurred.

Unable to discern his direction, he only remembered that he had experienced a total of four storms, the largest of which was the largest of them, and the agitated aura of death exceeded the ship's transformation rate, so much so that he underwent a fourth transformation of the power of death. At that time, the force of death dyed almost half of the white ship model black.

It didn't disappear until some time ago.

For Makoto, who is one with the ship, it's almost like submerging half of his body in ice water, which is cold and unbearable, and he enjoys a wonderful feeling of being looked down upon all the time.

Obviously, there are no ghosts or similar beings in this black sea, but for Makoto, every drop of seawater here is like a person, a consciousness, which makes people panic, disgust, and want to stay away.

Sometimes Makoto wonders if all the endless waters are the dregs of dead souls.

Sitting on the bow of the boat, Makoto sometimes thinks that he is about the size of a peanut compared to a boat that is more than a foot long.

And every time I think about it, Makoto laughs irrepressibly for a long time.

Whenever this happens, Makoto feels as if he's a different person, and his body feels like he's out of control.

It was a cold laugh!

An emotion that is colder than the black sea.

A despair from the bottom of the heart!

Holding the bow of the boat, Makoto looked at the fog that had recently begun to become thicker and thicker, and said to himself, "I must find a way to get out of this sea, this sea water is too polluted to people's spirits." ”

But this is obviously an almost utopian thing. After sailing at sea for so long, Makoto had never seen any islands, ships, or anything else.

It's empty!

It's a dead world!

Looking into the distance, Makoto leaned on the side of the boat and roared as before: "Is there only my own voice in this world****** am I alone?"

This is just venting, because he has long lost hope in the world. But maybe life is like this, the previous shouts of anticipation have never had an answer, and after giving up, there is a response that he didn't expect at all.

Makoto only felt that the ship he named 'White Ivory' seemed to be inhaling, and it actually attracted the inexplicable death energy that had been emitted into the air after its transformation.

A large number of transformed death forces quickly gathered from all directions, and for a while, they dispersed the fog that had become thicker around them.

With the gathering of power, several bright lights lit up in the distance, which should have been unchanged.

The light was made of white and red, fluctuating, like a candlestick that could be extinguished at any moment.

And when Makoto was surprised by this sudden phenomenon and didn't know what to do, the brightest red candle in the distance exploded violently like fireworks.

That's obviously not fireworks!

The red light that exploded rushed like a rapidly flowing stream of blood towards Makoto's direction.

A chill rumbled out of Makoto's body, a kind of panic and despair that almost drowned out no one's senses.

It was as if an invisible knife was stabbing him in the heart.

It's instinctive fear.

The hull of the ship shook violently, just like Makoto couldn't suppress himself at this time.

The force of death that surrounded the ship seemed to be pulled by some force, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a waterway erected on the sea, dragging the hull towards the red light.

"No, no, can't go, can't go, no, no, no......"

But just to restrain his fear that came from nowhere had almost taken over all of his will, and how could he resist this unknown force.

For the first time, the white tusks broke away from the surface of the sea that had been moving, and rushed into the distance as if they had entered a high-speed shipping channel.

Makoto felt the presence of the wind for the first time except when the storm was coming, but this was obviously not a good sign.

Trembling, he shoved his hand into his mouth, and Makoto bit it down with almost all his might.

"Since fear pervades the body and the will cannot dispel it, let the painful emotions cover it.

It's like a character in a story!"

In the midst of this confusion, what appeared in his head was the way some of the comic book characters coped.

Can ghosts bite themselves?

Absolutely.

"Ah!!h

Not only can, but it hurts.

The pain rushed from the palm of his hand to his whole body like an electric current, and it was like a purification that dispelled Makoto's fear.

"Grass!"

Makoto let out a final sigh, and his whole body suddenly swelled, like a balloon that had been blown up, and exploded into a pale flame attached to the white ivory.

The one-foot-long boat shook violently three times, ignoring the pull of the red light as if it had entered a fork in the road, and rushed towards the direction of the nearest white light to itself at great speed.

A new channel made of the power of death immediately appeared, and the boat stretched rapidly towards the white light.

"Huh?"

Before leaving, Makoto seemed to faintly hear a voice full of doubts through the passage before that.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's your uncle!"

Realizing that he was no longer being pulled by the red light after changing the course, he scolded in his heart.

"Uh-huh, I actually understood what he said? Could it be a fellow? ”

Makoto instinctively wanted to shake his head, but although he had a head now, it was obviously different from his previous head.

The bow of the ship bobbed from side to side twice, and it almost broke out of the channel and fell into the black water below.

The flames of the ship's hull quickly gathered, and in an instant, they regained their sincerity.

He shook his head a few times, and said strangely, "I didn't expect that not only consciousness, but also my body can become one with the ship? ”

His head seemed to be a little clearer, and Makoto hurriedly looked behind him, but he couldn't see anything except the endless sea.

It was as if nothing had happened before, and all the light and the course had disappeared.

Frowning, he said, "There are indeed intelligent beings here, and they can also control mysterious powers. I just don't know if it's fantasy or magic, magic or magic, high magic or low magic?"

Turning his head to look at the white light that was getting closer and closer in front of him, Makoto then said to himself: "I don't feel a sense of danger on the white light, but I have a sense of mission that I want to approach. What the hell is this? Instinct?"

Just now, whether he was merging with the ship or establishing a channel with the white light, it was an instinctive reaction.

A kind of ghost ship instinct.