I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

"00:00:03."

"00:00:02."

"00:00:01."

...

The countdown is ticking away.

Without thinking too much, Tu Fu packed his backpack before returning, picked up the Assyrian knowledge points summary that Mr. Gatekeeper gave him last time, and an after-school homework for his weaknesses.

"When did Ghost Ship Quest become an after-school cram school?"

Tu Fu laughed at himself amusedly, and watched the countdown time go by bit by bit until it reached zero.

Feeling the stagnation of everything around him, the air is still, the gray fog wraps him, and the whole world is completely silent

open your eyes

Ticking electronic instruments ring in my ears.

The ensuing waves and waves have never stopped, and the salty sea breeze and thick white mist have become a breath that will never go away.

"came back."

Every time he returned to the ship, Tu Fu planned to study the surrounding environment of the "Santa Maria" to determine the specific location. The thick fog that could not be seen almost blocked all the features.

No other boats, no sea life.

This sea area is as quiet as death, as if it is still the same scene in the past thousand years.

"Maybe it's because my rank is too low." Tu Fu secretly speculated that he hadn't connected to the radio, so he had to check the monitoring before doing so.

After turning on the monitor, I browsed around. Liz has not had any big disturbances recently, and the only small mysterious incidents were quickly cleared up by the forces of the church.

And those supernatural forces in Liz, Black Swan and Liz's other two supernatural teams from the Church of the Seven Gods, "Ordermen" and "Eye of the Storm" were also patrolling around the city.

In contrast, Mr. Mason's fraternity business is much more extensive.

They have a fixed window to receive missions from outsiders, collect and sell information, and potion materials.

Judging from the Brotherhood's transactions, Tu Fu found that the price of a common potion was higher than the basic materials, and the price difference was twice as high.

Most of the Transcendents who came to trade only bought potion materials from the Brotherhood.

"It's not an option to wait like this. It seems that next time we have to directly get the ingredients for making potions."

Tu Fu's eyes were cloudy and uncertain. His original idea was to take this opportunity to spy on the brotherhood's sale of follow-up formulas to other superhumans of the adventurer path.

But in recent weeks, most of the Transcendents who came to make deals were to buy potion materials, and he couldn't distinguish the follow-up name of the adventurer and the potion formula.

Ordinary people who want to achieve extraordinary will mostly buy the finished product directly, and then they will be slaughtered by the brotherhood.

"It would be great if I could find a way to get the potion formula for Sequence 8. If I could find a way to gather all the required materials, I could save a lot of money by refining it myself." Tu Fu's thoughts began to open.

It's a pity that in recent days, he seldom saw brotherhoods selling potion formulas directly.

If you want to know the adventurer potion formula of Sequence 8, you can only try your luck in some regularly held transcendental transactions, and you have to exchange it with equivalent things in advance.

From this point of view, there is a long way to go for white whoring.

"And then there's Fight Club."

What made Tu Fu more interested was the recent monitoring of the club. After he officially joined, he set up a fixed-point monitoring in the club.

The background of this club is not small. I heard that the current president of the club rarely appeared after taking over, and has been quietly running this extraordinary club.

The people who flowed in and out of the museum probably took over all the superhumans in Leeds, and there were dozens of superhumans with different masks who came in and out recently.

Many of them were spies from the fraternity or the official extraordinary team, such as Ms. "Fox" who had met once.

From the surveillance, Tu Fu saw that after returning from the club, this elegant lady actually went to a church of the Cult of Kosmos to report the current situation of the club to the extraordinary team "Ordermen" under the Cult of Kosmos.

"The Church of the Seven Gods really won't let such an extraordinary club activity under their noses."

Tu Fu was not surprised by this.

What really shocked him was the subsequent discovery of Fight Club's private secrets from the surveillance.

The official members of the club have the power to use the intelligence network, and some of the official members with higher ranks and higher authority can even accuse the underlying club participants of doing things.

The fighting activity mechanism of the fighting club can screen out two groups of people, and some of them are full-fledged members composed of supernatural beings, who are not controlled by anyone, and everyone maintains a tacit cooperation with each other.

The other part is the active members who like this kind of adventure and entertainment through the form of the ring, mostly the general public who likes fighting sports, and they regularly participate in some activities held by the club.

The old Muller said before that each venue has hundreds of regular members, which means that they will regularly contribute information, which refers to this group of very active ordinary people.

These people are not simply satisfied with participating in a fight every week, they even participate in some more exciting club activities.

During the monitoring, Tu Fu even saw the exaggerated tasks assigned by these guys.

for example.

Find anyone outside the club to complete a fight within a week.

Call and incite more people to form a large-scale strike parade.

At night, the staff who organized the club replaced the large billboard in the central area, leaving some special symbols of resistance on it.

This is probably the "entertainment" that the old Muller and Mrs. "Fox" mentioned.

Ordinary members who participate can release stress through these exaggerated and stimulating activities, and use extreme methods to resist this repressive society.

This can bring more pleasure than pure fighting.

As for the official members who planned these events, the Transcendents also quickly digested the potion by doing some influential things.

"It's really a path that works."

Tu Fu thought to himself, this is much gentler than Grace's previous methods.

A transcendent on the princess path, they can hold a large-scale performance. If a grand performance can be organized to attract the attention of thousands of people, it will be very helpful for digesting the potion.

The adventurer sequence path can also borrow this power.

For example... launching an astonishing parade, inciting more workers to join the event, and launching an attack on those big capitalists in the Wood District.

In this way, it is also the impact of the weak against the behemoth, and perhaps digesting the potion can also have a good effect.

The old Muller said that there are 25 arenas like the one in the Puton area. Although they are all ordinary people at the bottom, forming an intelligence network should not be underestimated.

What's even more frightening is that if this power is used properly, it is simply a sharp sword to the extraordinary.

After being dazed for quite a while, Tu Fu finally woke up from the state just now.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Tu Fu shook his head, and immediately dismissed the thought.

He had seen with his own eyes the laid-off worker named Old John, who was liquidated and laid off because he participated in the workers' demonstration.

For many ordinary people at the bottom, their families are too fragile.

One illness, one argument, one inappropriate behavior can ruin everything for them.

The Transcendents do hide behind the crowd, exploiting the curiosity and catharsis of the Fight Club members to satisfy their own needs.

Afterwards, I don't know how many innocent poor people will be involved.

And the Transcendent who digested the potion was like a mouse in the gutter, hiding in a dark corner to plan a sufficiently sensational event, and then swallowing all the fruits of victory for himself.

Such means are definitely not what a qualified brave man should do.

After figuring this out, he suddenly had a lot of insight. Even if it was a feasible path, he would rather not take such a shortcut.

After calming down, Tu Fu stopped thinking about it, turned on the radio next to him, and smiled bitterly:

"The Evil God's Assyrian language class has started~"