Ferryboat of Souls, only ferries gods!
Although there were only eight short words, Ron truly felt what it meant to have his hair stand on end.
Clearly it was a ferry transporting player souls, so why had it become something that only ferried gods?
If it only ferried gods, then where would it ferry the gods to?
Ron could feel that although this was the world of a game he had played, in some aspects, there were subtle differences.
Elsa detached herself from Ron and quietly stood by his side.
She seemed to have no curiosity at all toward this mysterious and eerie area.
The system had not disappeared, nor had it given any prompts.
This seemed to indicate that he was not in any life-threatening danger for now, and likely had not died.
Ron felt slightly relieved and raised his head.
In the equally pitch-black night sky, there were things dotted about like stars.
Some were dark green, some azure blue, some fiery red, some deep violet, colorful and varied.
Some of them were very large, like a full moon.
Some were very small, like candle flames that could go out at any moment.
The unseen scene made Ron pause slightly in surprise.
In the game, after a player died, they could only see the Ferryboat of Souls and the Black Sea.
The sky was just a gray haze, with nothing at all.
In fact, in the game, after players boarded the Ferryboat of Souls, they couldn’t make any movements at all.
They could only quietly wait to cross the Eternal Sea.
The entire process lasted about three minutes.
It was said that this was specially designed by the game company to let players experience the value of life and not become war criminals, wantonly slaughtering NPCs in the game.
And this design was also voted as one of the most hated features by players.
But here, Ron’s movements were not restricted.
As if by pure instinct, he stretched out his right hand, trying to pluck the stars above his head… after all, he needed to do something to find a way to leave this place.
But although those stars seemed within reach, no matter how hard Ron stretched his arm, the distance between them did not shrink at all.
He even jumped, but still couldn’t touch them.
Fortunately, there was no one else around, otherwise people would probably think Ron was insane.
After a long time, Ron gave up dejectedly.
He glanced enviously at Elsa beside him.
Now they were roughly the same type of existence, yet he was far from being able to float freely in midair like Elsa.
Elsa completely ignored Ron’s gaze.
Her distinct black-and-white eyes simply stared at the Ferryboat of Souls and the surrounding pitch-black sea, motionless.
No one knew what she was thinking, or perhaps she was thinking nothing at all.
A soul form did not need to breathe, but Ron still habitually let out a breath.
He felt that competing with a system was just being stupid.
He once again looked around.
This time, he observed more carefully.
Faintly, he could see countless threads floating in midair.
Very thin.
Thinner than spider silk.
They could easily be ignored unintentionally.
Densely packed, as if tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of spiders had spun webs on this giant ship.
The spider silk floated everywhere, even casting a messy shadow over the Ferryboat of Souls.
Right in front of Ron, a short strand of spider silk was emitting an unusual, bright glow, shining brilliantly, almost drifting onto Ron’s face.
Ron frowned slightly and extended a finger to brush the thread aside.
Buzz!
The next moment, Ron’s mind shook violently.
His mental power was almost completely drained in an instant, and his consciousness went blank for a moment!
…
On the Northern Continent, the Granville Kingdom was not particularly powerful, but it was definitely the richest.
This Kingdom produced a special kind of energy called black oil.
As long as it was extracted from underground and slightly refined, it could be used.
Cooking, heating, lighting, steam trains… black oil had a wide range of applications, bringing astonishing wealth to the Kingdom.
Because it was rich, it was extravagant.
In the early morning, the magic lamps around the palace, which had been lit all night, were still not extinguished.
Under the soft glow, the exquisitely crafted glazed tiles shimmered with a hazy luster, shrouding the palace in a dreamlike mist, as if one had arrived in a divine realm.
It was said that just removing one gemstone embedded in the pillars would be enough for a common family to spend a lifetime without running out.
Yet within such a luxurious palace, there was a special place.
There stood a wall about six meters high, covered in vines, with even rusted blades embedded along the top.
The mottled wall looked like it had not been repaired for a long time.
Under the morning sunlight, tiny insects had already begun to spread their wings and fly.
Decay, ruin, gloom, oppression!
Outside the wall were heavily armored knights, posted every few steps, completely isolating this area from the rest of the palace.
This was the residence of Agnes Holt, the seventh Queen Consort of the Granville King.
She was an extremely beautiful woman, flawless in her beauty.
Her clothing was not luxurious.
A pure white, form-fitting long dress wrapped around her full, imagination-stirring body.
Even such a relatively conservative dress could not fully conceal Agnes’s beauty, even making one worry whether the neckline would burst open.
The silky gauze dress clung to her skin, outlining graceful curves, especially the contour of her thighs, which was mesmerizing.
Even without touching them, just one glance was enough to know they would be soft.
The cool morning breeze blew, and her silver-white long hair fluttered.
Her aquamarine-like eyes looked outward.
Outside the small house was a tall wall… Agnes had a charm enough to drive men mad, but she was not a favored consort.
Her marriage with the king was purely an exchange of interests.
To prevent Agnes from bearing a prince, the Granville King had never even touched her finger.
The luxurious palace was more like a huge cage to Agnes.
She only wanted freedom.
To escape this cage.
Agnes picked up a watering pot.
She was barefoot, her fair jade-like feet stepping on the cold stone floor, preparing to water the flowers in the courtyard… a life unchanged for thirteen years, Agnes had long grown used to it.
But before she could step out, strands of writhing threads suddenly appeared in midair before her, instantly wrapping around Agnes.
Agnes frowned slightly and tried to struggle.
As a fairly powerful individual, the Queen Consort was very confident in her strength.
But soon, her expression changed.
As soon as her magic was mobilized, it was instantly absorbed completely by the threads wrapped around her.
This sudden change happened far too quickly, so fast that the Queen Consort had no time to react.
Her body had already left the ground, and under the entanglement of countless threads, she disappeared from the spot.
When the Queen Consort regained her vision, fear was still on her face.
She blankly looked at the pale bone ship beneath her feet, the pitch-black sea around her, and the completely different sky above.
On the other side, Ron tried to maintain calm and did not ask something tasteless like “Who are you?” He was thinking about whether to maintain the same identity as her—someone who had suddenly entered this space—or to maintain a mysterious image.
Looking at the Queen Consort’s beautiful face and slender figure, he suddenly felt somewhat familiar.
A few seconds later, Ron almost blurted out “holy shit.” Agnes, isn’t this… one of the Four Pillar Divine Envoys of the Eternal Freedom Sect?
In other words, that most sexy, most maddening and regret-inducing villain for male players?
Ron was shocked.
This woman’s strength was only slightly inferior to the Pope.
She was someone who could slap him to death with a single hand!
Agnes’s beautiful, slender, elegant neck moved slightly.
Soon, she saw a hazy figure at the bow of the ship.
Clearly there was no fog here.
Although it was dark, for powerful beings, visibility was not low.
The Queen Consort could even clearly see the waves rising on the black sea ahead of the ship.
Yet she could not see that person’s appearance at the bow.
She could only feel that it seemed to be a man.
He had a tall and slender build, like a scholar.
She tried to see the mysterious person’s face, but an unseen force interfered with her vision.
She could only see a mass of fog.
Mysterious, like a black hole, like the void.
She could not even sense Ron’s power.
Yet the more it was like this, the more fear arose in Agnes’s heart.
She would not foolishly think this mysterious existence was a powerless weakling.
Thinking that she had been forcibly brought here without any ability to resist, the opponent’s strength was likely far beyond her own.
Although she was a top-ranked powerhouse in the human world, Agnes behaved extremely obediently.
She was a very proud woman, but she understood even more clearly what kind of response to make when facing different existences.
Agnes asked in a calm yet uneasy tone: “Who are you?
Where is this place?
What do you want to do?”