When Prajna came out again, she had already changed into a black long dress, her jet-black hair held up with a hairband, revealing a smooth forehead.

Losa was not armored, just wearing a cloak over a silk shirt and donning that black dragon-patterned cape, because even Dragon Scale Armor would be useless against the giant beasts of the ocean.

These beasts, with their massive bodies alone, wield unparalleled destructive power beyond human capability to contend.

Hog squeezed out a flattering smile on his face, "Madam, you look truly radiant tonight."

Even though he didn't quite like Prajna, and was somewhat afraid, even hostile toward her, Hog was not stupid enough to show it.

Everyone knew that Prajna, Furinjira, and Jeanne might soon become their mistress, with the silent and reserved Lady Prajna being the most likely.

Because she was the first to be beside the Lord, even before Hans the Werewolf.

"Thank you."

Hog didn't care about Prajna's coldness; to him, this was the normal reaction.

"My Lord, the Catastrophe of the Ocean awaits at the port."

Hog said respectfully.

"Please follow me."

The journey was uninterrupted.

The patrolling soldiers naturally would not stop Losa.

Losa and Hog bypassed the main harbor and came to the side next to a pile of rocks.

"Where is it?"

"Do we need to take a small dinghy to board?"

Hog said smugly, "Of course not, the 'Catastrophe of the Ocean' is right beneath us; you just need to take your esteemed steps to reach its deck smoothly."

He spread his arms.

Underwater, strings of bubbles surfaced, and the surrounding temperature rapidly dropped visibly; meanwhile, an ominous, gloomy aura began to rise and linger.

Layers of steps, seemingly made from white bones, slowly accumulated from the seabed, extending onto the rocks.

Captain Hog smiled and bowed, "My Lord, please review your loyal 'Catastrophe of the Ocean' and its crew."

Wearing wide-legged pants, Hog stepped back two paces, gesturing for Losa to lead.

Losa did not hesitate, placing his foot on the first step of the stairs.

Then came the second, third...

His feet were completely submerged in seawater.

But the seawater did not flood into his boots, not even wetting his pant legs.

Losa showed a hint of surprise and continued down the stairs until only his chest upwards remained above the sea.

He looked back at the lit "Siegfried" Tower, which, to some extent, also functioned as a lighthouse, guiding the course for merchant ships.

Behind, Prajna's calm gaze reassured Losa.

He continued down.

His mouth first submerged in the seawater, and he tried breathing, finding the air laced with a faint musty smell but not flooded with seawater.

Losa hesitated no longer, completely submerging below the sea surface.

He saw beneath the layers of descending white bone stairs, a pitch-black, decrepit Ghost Ship quietly floating in the sea's heart.

A green phosphorescent glow enveloped its surroundings.

A grim laughing skull was painted on the black sails hanging from the mast.

On the deck were the decaying, variously sized zombie sailors.

The towering zombie mate, at least two and a half meters tall, raised his head and scrutinized this man reportedly the "boss of the captain," showing a hint of disdain.

"Hah, let the folks see what this guy can do to earn the captain's reverence."

"The incompetent would never receive the Catastrophe of the Ocean's approval."

The crowd suddenly stirred, planning to give this "boss of the captain," clearly belonging to the "living," a rude awakening.

Losa's boots stepped onto the last layer of the white bone stairs.

The gathering zombie sailors immediately raised their weapons, emitting piercing howls as if cheering, but more like mockery.

"The vassal of my vassal is not my vassal—thus, are my retinue's crew not my retinue?"

Losa was not intimidated by this undead surrounded formation.

He knew very well the reason why Hog did not mention this point, probably because he didn't consider it any hard task for Losa.

Indeed it was.

Losa straightened his chest.

In the calm eyes seemed to gather a storm of black winds.

In the next moment, a terrifying oppression as the Dark Lord spread widely.

In the zombie sailors' eyes, a terrifying Demon Dragon spewing monstrous fury appeared behind Losa, opening its bloody mouth toward the crowd.

Roar—

The silent roar made them instinctively retreat several steps.

Even the giant-like zombie mate showed a fearful expression.

Prajna followed closely, stepping onto the deck behind Losa.

She didn't make any special moves, but the face on the Ghost Face Shield in her hand suddenly opened its eyes.

Its gaze sparkled.

The malicious greed inside made the zombie sailors' scalp tingle.

As if saying:

What sweet food!

Hog joined them on deck, seeing this, he couldn't help laughing, "Haha, you idiots, the boss of your boss, how can you fools with brains soaked by seawater dare offend?"

"Kneel and call 'My Lord'!"

Without hesitation.

The zombie sailors knelt neatly.

The planned "rude awakening" had long been discarded by them.

…

Losa reached out his hand, grasping the top of the black railing, and looked up.

The slight light above was rapidly fading.

Soon, the surroundings sank into complete darkness.

The ghostly green lights burning on the Catastrophe of the Ocean seemed like they could be engulfed by darkness at any moment in the sea.

The deck was silent.

Only the faint sound of flowing water could be heard.

A feeling of fear, an oppressive sensation, rose from Losa's heart.

This made him wrinkle his brow involuntarily.

This environment was truly uncomfortable for terrestrial humans, unrelated to strength, purely instinctual.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

A soft, slender hand slid into Losa's palm.

"I'm not afraid."

"I'm just..."

Losa felt a bit embarrassed, knowing he should be the one saying those words.

Prajna interrupted Losa's attempts to explain, "Hog wasn't wrong; it's very much like Hell here, almost no light; it's been some time since I've experienced such an environment."

She turned her head, looking at Losa, her face still revealing no emotion, "At the Ghost Gate, it's like this, ghostly green lanterns hanging on both sides, my tribesmen and I just watch the lost souls from the living world mechanically walk the Yellow Springs Road like puppets."

"Usually, most of the time, there's nothing much for us to do; we stand at both sides of the Ghost Gate like statues."

Then.

Beside the Catastrophe of the Ocean, Losa saw a massive swarm of fish, like a storm, dispersing when slightly approached.

A zombie crew member clenched a harpoon and suddenly threw it, piercing a nearby wandering dumb fish.

It dragged it back, stuffed it into its mouth and chewed vigorously.

Seeing Losa look over, its face quickly squeezed out a flattering smile, "My Lord, would you like a bite?"

Losa looked at the still struggling sea fish and shook his head.

"Go on, Prajna, I am eager to learn about your past."

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