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Chapter 219: Out of Control · Oct 18, 2026

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201 Chapter 201: The Advantage of Range is Irresistible 2026-10-18
202 Chapter 202: Steam Rifle 2026-10-18
203 Chapter 203: The Killing Range Is Greater Than the Shooting Range? 2026-10-18
204 Chapter 204: The Entire Archipelago Disappeared? 2026-10-18
205 Chapter 205: Airship Skin and Technological Lock 2026-10-18
206 Chapter 206: ”Prince” 2026-10-18
207 Chapter 207: Armored Train 2026-10-18
208 Chapter 208: The Slowly Moving Steel Behemoth 2026-10-18
209 Chapter 209: Deep Sea Dream 2026-10-18
210 Chapter 210: Chloe’s Humanity 2026-10-18
211 Chapter 211: The Price of the Extraordinary Disappeared? 2026-10-18
212 Chapter 212: Swearing by the Ancestors 2026-10-18
213 Chapter 213: Hand-Cranked Gatling Gun 2026-10-18
214 Chapter 214: Beyond-Visual-Range Shooting 2026-10-18
215 Chapter 215: The Roar of the Heavy Machine Gun 2026-10-18
216 Chapter 216: The Almost Forgotten Box 2026-10-18
217 Chapter 217: You Lost the Heretical God!? 2026-10-18
218 Chapter 218: Chloe, You Screwed Me Over! 2026-10-18
219 Chapter 219: Out of Control 2026-10-18
220 Chapter 220: Monsters! The Sea Is Full of Monsters! 2026-10-18
221 Chapter 221: Fire and Light in the Storm 2026-10-18
222 Chapter 222: Pope 2026-10-18
223 Chapter 223: Total Line Collapse 2026-10-18
224 Chapter 224: The Husk of an Outer God 2026-10-18
225 Chapter 225: Need to Find a Way to Make the Church of Candlelight Take Action 2026-10-18
226 Chapter 226: Another One Who Only Listens Without Speaking 2026-10-18
227 Chapter 227: The Airship Is Complete! 2026-10-18
228 Chapter 228: Assault 2026-10-18
229 Chapter 229: The Rising Sun on the Battlefield 2026-10-18
230 Chapter 230: In the Face of Explosives, the Extraordinary and the Ordinary Are Equal 2026-10-18
231 Chapter 231: Gwen 2026-10-18
232 Chapter 232: Now We Can Set Sail to Explore 2026-10-18
233 Chapter 233: The Pope Joined the Group Chat 2026-10-18
234 Chapter 234: Your Church Is Fake 2026-10-18
235 Chapter 235: Another Coincidence? 2026-10-18
236 Chapter 236: The Monster’s Change 2026-10-18
237 Chapter 237: Traversing 2026-10-18
238 Chapter 238: The Secret Tradition of the Sea 2026-10-18
239 Chapter 239: Castel’s Sinking 2026-10-18
240 Chapter 240: Full Mobilization! 2026-10-18
241 Chapter 241: Final Preparations 2026-10-18
242 Chapter 242: Let Me Summon a Heretical God for Fun 2026-10-18
243 Chapter 243: Did None of You Notice She Disappeared? 2026-10-18
244 Chapter 244: Traceless 2026-10-18
245 Chapter 245: Restoration 2026-10-18
246 Chapter 246: Arrival at Gem Bay 2026-10-18
247 Chapter 247: Entering the Dream 2026-10-18
248 Chapter 248: Contact 2026-10-18
249 Chapter 249: The Real Culprit 2026-10-18
250 Chapter 250: Smash the Heretical God Right on Its Head! 2026-10-18

Hughes explored his surroundings briefly and quickly realized that he was on a ship, which struck him as odd.

The sea near Castel was already filled with monsters, and Hughes estimated that the Empire was likely engaged in battle with the murlocs by now.

But this ship… it didn’t look like it was in the middle of a war.

Gazing at the calm and tranquil sea outside, Hughes was puzzled.

Why was the sea so normal?

Where were the monsters? The contamination? The sea serpents?

Could this not be the Storm Ocean?

Hughes had heard Connor mention before that if one traveled south past the Eye of the Storm, they would reach the land known as the Southern Continent.

East of the Southern Continent lay a narrow strip of land called the Corridor of Despair.

Beyond the Corridor of Despair was the Lightless Sea.Connor had worked as a sailor there in his youth and had described it as a place of perpetual calm.

Had he arrived in the Lightless Sea?

He couldn’t have traveled through time and space again, could he?

Hughes sighed and decided to investigate.

After searching the cabin briefly, Hughes quickly realized something was off.

He pulled a box off a shelf and opened it, revealing small blocks wrapped in oiled paper, exuding a rich fragrance.

”This looks really familiar.”

Unwrapping one and touching it, Hughes’ expression grew complicated.

”It’s soap… and it’s Castel-made. Could this ship be the Black Pearl?”

He tested the door and found it unlocked.

It seemed this was just a storage area, and whoever owned the ship must have assumed he was a corpse, not expecting him to be able to move.

Slowly opening the wooden door, Hughes peeked outside.

This was likely the lower deck.

Moving cautiously, Hughes navigated his way out.

The wooden planks creaked under his feet, but given that ships at sea naturally made some noise, no one seemed to notice him.

Unfamiliar with the layout, Hughes had never boarded the Black Pearl before, so he simply followed the corridor forward.

Soon, he arrived at the deck.

The captain’s quarters were at the stern, where someone would typically be steering the ship.

Hughes knew this much at least.

He was currently at the bow and intended to first determine exactly where he was.

Was he on the open sea or docked at a port?

If they were in port, the people he knew might not be on board.

If they were at sea, he at least needed to figure out where the ship was headed.

The Black Pearl had a distinctive figurehead.

He had seen it when bidding farewell to Beatrice and the others at the dock and had a strong impression of it.

As long as he could spot it, he would know whether he was on the Black Pearl or not.

Making his way cautiously to the upper deck, Hughes peeked outside and saw no one.

Glancing at the nearby mast, he roughly estimated his position.

He was near the front of the ship.

Keeping low and moving stealthily, he crept toward the bow.

Soon, he reached the front.

The bow was quite high, so he had to tilt his head up, carefully distinguishing the shape under the moonlight.

After a moment, he confirmed it—this was indeed the Black Pearl.

That was a relief.

Judging by the ship’s condition, there had been no battle.

Most likely, the people who left Castel were still alive.

Now, he just needed to figure out how to explain his presence.

He had finally reconnected with the outside world, though in an entirely unexpected way.

But at least this was good news.

If the information about Castel being besieged by monsters could be relayed, both the Empress and the Church would likely provide some level of assistance.

Hughes let out a deep breath, instinctively straightening up and scanning his surroundings.

For the first time since descending into this body, he looked out at the vast sea.

Oh… this wasn’t a dock.

He was at sea.

That was the last thought that flashed through Hughes’ mind as his vision suddenly darkened, swallowed by the pitch-black waters.

——

Jeremiah bolted upright in bed.

He had dreamed of the deep sea again.

But this time, the dream felt different.

He wasn’t drowning.

Instead, he found himself gradually able to breathe.

The seawater was as warm as a mother’s embrace.

Yet, for some unknown reason, he was startled awake.

Jeremiah panted heavily, air rushing through his throat into his lungs.

But he clutched his neck, feeling as if he couldn’t breathe, as though he were suffocating in open air.

It took a long time for him to recover before he collapsed back onto the bed.

”Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

He gritted his teeth.

The dreams of the deep sea were becoming more and more bizarre.

He had a foreboding sense that if this continued, he would eventually turn into a monster himself.

As he stared irritably at the ceiling, he suddenly frowned and turned his head slightly, listening.

Did he just hear footsteps?

At night, sailors rarely ventured onto the deck unless necessary.

Even for bathroom needs, they used the lower deck.

Falling into the sea at night was almost certain death, and no one would be foolish enough to take that risk.

So who was on the deck?

Jeremiah reached under his pillow and pulled out a curved blade.

He grabbed a flintlock pistol from the table, loading it as he walked.

He carefully cracked open the captain’s cabin door, moving as silently as possible toward the sound of footsteps.

”Who’s there?!”

A short figure was slowly walking toward the ship’s railing.

Their head was lowered, their movements eerily like a sleepwalker’s.

Jeremiah squinted to get a clearer look and then widened his eyes.

A corpse!

That corpse!

The one they found in the storage chest!

The corpse didn’t seem to hear him and continued shuffling toward the railing.

Jeremiah observed its movements and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Was it trying to jump into the sea?

Jeremiah put his fingers to his lips and let out a sharp whistle.

The entire ship’s crew was jolted awake, grabbing weapons and tumbling out of their bunks.

This was the alarm for battle.

Jeremiah himself didn’t stop either.

He sprinted toward the corpse.

But it was already too close to the railing—just two more steps, and it would be overboard.

Jeremiah yanked out his pistol and pulled the trigger.

The hammer struck, igniting the gunpowder and launching the bullet.

His aim was precise.

The bullet tore into the corpse’s leg, leaving a gaping wound.

But it didn’t react at all.

It reached the railing and began to climb over.

Jeremiah drew his curved blade and hurled it.

The blade flashed through the air in a cold arc, pinning the corpse’s clothing to the railing.

Rip!

The corpse had already gone over the edge.

With a sharp tearing sound, the sword was left quivering in place, holding only a scrap of fabric.

Jeremiah rushed to the railing and stared down at the ink-black sea, his face twisted in frustration as he let out a furious roar.

He saw the corpse plunge into the depths.

At the last moment, it looked back at him.

That gaze reminded Jeremiah of the tattooed man, right before he had turned into a monster.

It was as if the corpse was whispering to him—

The deep sea is waiting for you.

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