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On this voyage, his party had gathered money for a long time before finally redeeming the last, most luxurious-looking boat in the list after having learnt their lesson from buying the little boat.

Zonyan himself was convinced that it would be the toughest boat when he saw the name it was given—Titanic!

That’s a titan, after all! Far colossal than giants, their heads reach the sky and their feet crushes the earth! They punch behemoths, kick dragons and tear leviathans apart with their bare-hands—a mythical being that only existed in legends before the War of Gods and Demons!

So, there is no doubt that a boat named the Titanic would be the most powerful there is!

As a matter of fact, every other Player had been excited when they saw how large the boat was—even Marni was tapping his chest, assuring them that it was the largest boat he had seen in all his years as a merchant.

Therefore, they redeemed the Titanic, moved their supplies on the boat and quietly chased out Marni, who had sneaked on the boat. Then, all of them excitedly road the massive liner, following the instructions given by the System and journeyed toward the Western Continent.

Reasonably speaking, the routes mapped in the sea chart should be safe since the Secret Eye Society used it in their smuggling trade, but for some reason, an Iceberg Whale crashed into the liner and split Titanic down the middle, leaving it slowly sinking beneath the sea…

The Players on board hence had to get on the life rafts, staying adrift over the vast, borderless seas.

After Zonyan’s party woke up, they found out the other Players who had joined them on their quest to the Western Continent were no longer adrift, but had died and returned to the Unnamed Town.

And at the moment, everyone else is having a party at the elven city of Trinia.

Even if they did make it safely to the Western Continent from a certain point of view, Zonyan found the process rather perplexing.

Was his god the God of Games or the God of Shipwrecks?

***

Laybit was naturally dissatisfied with the drinks (the healing effect is still present albeit reduced in the ratio of seawater to potion the bottle). Nonetheless, Joey managed to make the Long-Ear agree to lead the way to the Grayclaw Tribe with several smoke-bombs he made through Hundred Huntings.

Naturally, Laybit returned to his tribe and informed his father the tribe leader before going, since he would be away for two days and he could sell off some corals and other items that wouldn’t rot easily.

On the way back to the Long-Ears Tribe, however, Vulcan had seemed to pull himself together once again. He was acting gentlemanly, persistently asking after Laybit in every little thing to the point that Joey had goosebumps.

“Brother Vulcan, do you have to do that?” He asked softly, pulling Vulcan aside.

“Do what?” Vulcan looked absolutely confused.

“Well… did you suffer such a huge blow that you’re having selective memory?” Joey asked uncomfortably.

“What blow? I just find the lady quite cute, so I’m just being a little attentive…” Vulcan replied.

“That’s the problem!” Joey said with goodwill, afraid of dealing a blow to Vulcan’s heart once more. “Laybit is very cute, but he’s a man!”

“Hmph.” Vulcan sneered, and even as Joey thought that he was not convinced and so would try harder to persuade him, he smiled and gave him a thumps-up. “That only makes it better!”

“…”

I see.

Stunned, Joey finally realized one thing: Vulcan wasn’t having selective memory after the blow.

He’s gone loco (homo).