The sunlight was blazing.
Reflecting the roaring sound of waves crashing against the ship's side, a salty sea breeze wafted over the deck, making the jet-black, shattered hair sway.
A tall, black-haired figure leaned diagonally against the railing on the edge of the deck, holding in his hand a premium fishing rod from a boutique tackle shop in Suo Yu Bay.
Fully armed, most of his body was protected under a set of armor with a faint reddish metallic sheen, looking perhaps not as muscularly robust as the barbarian or Half orc.
Yet standing there, he inexplicably gave off a feeling of calm and collected steadiness.
Only occasionally exerting force to lift the rod, accompanied by the slight friction sound of the bracelet accessory on his wrist, the rough dark red lining between the armor gaps briefly revealed the explosive muscular contours inside.
