Suddenly, Shi Ming felt a familiar sensation wash over him.
Hazy water vapor spread through the air, seemingly forming a dreamlike Illusion Realm. The mist and the illusion were incredibly subtle, creeping in silently and imperceptibly. It looked like ordinary fog, but Shi Ming could not miss the danger lurking within.
An A-rank skill, Mirage Illusion Realm.
"Hm?"
'It can't be this much of a coincidence!'
'Is it that guy, Atte? The one commissioned by the Lighthouse to hunt down ordinary Wandering Ships? The one I almost killed last time before he vanished into thin air?'
His eyes narrowed.
The illusory mist began to thicken, just like a natural sea fog, trying to seep into the Grand Fortune's cabins bit by bit.
'Interesting.'
'There's a path to heaven, yet you refuse to take it.'
'Hell has no gate, yet you come barging in.'
