After going into the sea, I met the witch.

and many more!

The traveler escaped, so how do we determine the outcome of this battle?

A sense of foreboding crept into the witch's heart, but she could only continue reading.

The Crimson Tyrannosaurus was wounded and fled during the "Monster Territory Battle." The Rathian pursued it for a distance before returning to its nest.

Since the traveler had already fled, and the female Rathalos didn't care about this insignificant "ant," she didn't attempt to pursue him...

No actual combat occurred between the traveler and the female Rathian; therefore, this encounter is considered a draw.

Your investment has failed; current [Spiritual Essence]: 747

[Friendly reminder: Investing involves risk; please bet responsibly.]

Freyne was stunned as she stared at the words before her.

"A draw?!"

She had considered the possibility of losing, and she had also considered the possibility of winning, but she never imagined that there would be a "draw".

Isn't investing just about winning or losing? Now it's a draw... The key point is that before this, the [Observation Deck] had never given her any indication that a draw was possible in addition to winning or losing.

"Fine, fine, you wretched travelers, is this how you play the game?!"

For a long time, Freyne didn't even notice when the Travelers who jumped out later encountered Rathalos. She let the thirty-second countdown pass and gritted her teeth to herself.

"Huh...huh..."

"If it's a draw, whether you win or lose, the outcome is still a failed investment."

"The optimal solution in this situation is to simply abandon the investment."

Freya forced herself to calm down, puffed out her cheeks, and silently analyzed the situation.

But it would have been better if she hadn't analyzed it; the more she analyzed it, the angrier she felt.

"But who knows when those wretched travelers might suddenly run away!"

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"Ugh……"

After a long while, all the words in her heart turned into a sigh. Looking at the "Please come back tomorrow" message on the screen, Frey could only try to console herself with a bitter smile.

"Luckily, I had the foresight to only bet 700 spirit essences instead of going all in."

"There are 747 spirit essences left... I'll have to be more careful with my investments next time."

After comforting herself and regaining her energy, Freya exited the [Viewing Grounds].

……

As the rising sun appears where the sea meets the sky.

Having completed its resupply, the Black Rose gradually departed from the port of North Island 1, and came to a stop in waters about ten nautical miles northeast of North Island.

At the edge of the deck, Ryan, with a serious expression, held a professional fishing rod and solemnly began his sea fishing.

Behind him, on the other side of the deck edge, Freya was wearing the same equipment.

The two looked at each other.

"The Golden Spirit Fish inhabits the area around the Whirlpool Islands. It is a rather rare sea monster. It is not very strong, but it is extremely vigilant."

“Under normal circumstances, the golden bream will not appear on its own, but it is very fond of ‘sea worm bait’ that has spiritual properties. Ordinary sea worm bait naturally does not have spiritual properties, but we continuously transmit spiritual properties to the sea worm bait on the hook through the fishing rod, and in this way, there is a chance to attract the golden bream.”

"Once we can fish it out, taking it down would be a piece of cake."

Freyne's voice rang in Ryan's ears, making his expression even more serious.

This wasn't the first time Ryan had ever gone fishing.

In terms of skill, Ryan knew he was no match for Freyne, but as an amateur angler, he would never admit defeat in the field of fishing!

Ryan grinned as he glanced at Freyne, who was obediently baiting her hook and casting her line behind her.

Young witch, you're still too green. With your skills, you think you can catch a fish?

Hum hum.

Let me show you how powerful I am, the one praised by my friends from my past life as the "God of Nesting"!

Ryan reached in and scooped up a large clump of sea worm bait from the small bucket beside him. He then used a special bait mud to form it into a ball and secretly mixed in a little bit of "abundant pearl powder".

The ability to maintain a spiritual astral projection for an extended period is something that a first-tier Ryan certainly cannot do, but he possesses spiritual entities.

After doing all that, Ryan glanced at Freyne, who was still patiently waiting for the fish to bite, smiled smugly, and, after finding the right angle, threw out the "bait".

With a "plop," the seawater exploded.

After waiting a short while to allow the scent of the bait to fully diffuse in the seawater, Ryan cast his line and the hook landed precisely near the baiting spot.

While waiting, he also "repaired the nest" every now and then.

Looking at the buoys on the distant sea, Ryan's face was full of confidence.

With such thorough preparation, a mere Golden Spirit Fish is nothing to him.

Young witch, it's time to teach you a lesson!

……

Just as Ryan and Freyne were "fishing" for something.

Dozens of nautical miles away, a fifth-class sailing cruiser belonging to the navy is rapidly approaching the Whirlpool Islands.

A powerful spiritual force acted upon the ship, enabling it to sail at speeds far exceeding those of other ships of the same class.

On the Moby Whale, Captain Saddam Hussein was pale. On his hand, he wore a black glove, from which a rich spiritual power emanated, accelerating the ship's speed.

This black glove is an incredibly powerful artifact, but its use comes at a high price.

The black knight beside him said calmly, "Captain, thank you for your hard work. Don't worry, your efforts will be rewarded many times over upon our return."

"The Black Knights will not treat anyone who has helped them unfairly."

Upon hearing this, Saddam managed a smile on his pale face: "Thank you, sir."

After leaving those two sentences, the Black Knight turned and walked out of the captain's cabin to the bow deck. He bowed respectfully to the tall figure in front of him and said, "My lord, we will reach the Whirlpool Islands in five hours at most."

"Ah."

After giving a curt reply, the Black Knight changed his tone: "How is the Blood Compass doing?"

"I'm sorry, sir..."

The black knight lowered his head in shame: "Ever since entering the 100-nautical-mile range of the Whirlpool Islands, the Blood Compass, which was originally displaying the target, has been affected by some unknown force and has stopped working. No matter how I try to fix it, it is useless."

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"alright, that's fine."

The Black Knight shook his head, stretched out his hand, feeling the sea breeze slip through his fingers, and murmured, "I can't sense anything, yet it can disable the Blood Compass... Whirlpool Islands... Interesting, very interesting..."

"It seems that the so-called 'moon wolf and treasure' is not just a rumor."

"Be prepared, I have a feeling that this trip to the Whirlpool Islands might bring some 'unexpected surprises'."

Upon hearing this, the two black knights' eyes turned solemn: "Yes!"

The Beluga continued its journey, but when it was about 30 nautical miles from North Island 1, it suddenly stopped.

Captain Saddam walked up behind the three black knights, his face pale and respectful, and said, "My lords, the Whirlpool Islands are now occupied by a large number of pirates. If we continue to approach, it may cause unnecessary trouble."

"If the three of you have a special mission to carry out in the Whirlpool Islands, I suggest that it would be best to land by small boat."

After listening to Captain Saddam's words, and after a brief silence, the Black Knight nodded slightly: "Alright."

Soon, a small boat carrying three black knights broke away from the White Whale and headed towards the Whirlpool Islands.

……

【Black Rose】.

Frey rested her chin on her hands, frowning, her gaze shifting between the swaying buoy and the empty wooden barrel beside her, her eyes filled with deep confusion.

It shouldn't be.

She had clearly followed the steps to fish, but why hadn't she caught anything after a whole hour?

What happened to the promised "newbie protection period"?

In stark contrast, on the other side of the deck, next to Ryan, was a wooden barrel filled with large fish.

Seeing Ryan laughing heartily, Freya got angry.

What a piece of junk fishing rod!

She kicked over the fishing rod, then jumped off the boat. After a series of loud bangs, she returned to the deck satisfied, carrying two large fish, each over fifty centimeters long, in each hand.

Fishing is such a waste of time!

In my opinion, if you want to catch fish, just fry it.

This scene made Ryan's lips twitch and his body tremble.

heresy!

Absolute heresy!

Just as he was trembling with anger, he suddenly felt the fishing rod in his hand suddenly sink.

The force was so great that he was caught off guard and stumbled, almost losing his balance.

"Something big has arrived!"

Ryan's spirits lifted, and he ignored "the heretic Freyne," focusing all his attention on fighting the giant sea creature.

As Ryan exerted his strength, the specially designed fishing rod bent into a terrifying arc as he struggled with the giant creature in the sea.

Fortunately, thanks to Ryan's spiritual infusion, the fishing rod did not break on the spot.

On the other side, seeing Ryan's "big commotion," Freyne quickly dropped the struggling fish in her hand and rushed over.

A deep blue light appeared in her eyes, and Freyne's face lit up with joy: "It's the Golden Spirit Fish!"