Chapter 773 - Earthquake
A dashing man stood tall on top of a giant stingray while looking at the direction of Silver Palm Isle, which was a few hundreds of miles away from his position.
By using the spell applied on his eyes, the distance did not prevent him from seeing every single detail ahead.
“Bleh. The Basket Witch sent a fool to try the Leviathan’s limit right now?” He grinned. “That thing’s gotta still be there, since the door has not opened yet, hmm.”
Beside the island, the Leviathan suddenly looked at the sky and began releasing an invisible high-frequency energy wave into the area.
A woman with a pair of bat wings, who was approaching, began to bleed from her ears before she lost concentration and fell into the sea.
Seeing this, the Leviathan turned its gigantic form and moved toward where the woman was.
Before the monster could reach its prey, a series of strange and ear-piercing laughs echoed through the sky.
The “bat woman” opened her eyes and saw the looming maw of Leviathan. Panicked, she quickly flew out of the water and away from the monster’s hunting range.
Also, the identification of the owner was inside.
He didn’t open the capsule since the contents might be too much for this small room, so he put it away and kept searching the room. After taking the only thing of interest, which were several pieces of parchment left by the owner, he left the ship behind and found an open ground on the island to fully examine the space capsule.
After popping the capsule open, he used several Hands of Spell to quickly check through the items while picking out any supernatural-related stuff that he might use.
The first thing he picked up was an identification card that seemed similar to the bone cards used in Brute Cavern. He couldn’t read the confidential information hidden in the card since its owner was dead, but there were still other forms of information directly written on the card, which did not require security measures to reveal, such as the owner’s name.
“He’s… Huskar?”
This name also appeared at the end of the notes he found, which further proved that this man named Huskar was the guardian of the association’s ship.
Huskar’s logs described how their ship ended up here for no reason in a similar way as the other logbooks. However, the clean writing suggested that Huskar was in a better condition when leaving the message.
[This place isn’t exactly beautiful, but I see no danger around. Might be a good chance for a long seclusion session.]
This was the last entry. Instead of going into seclusion, Huskar was probably dead afterward.
Again, the cause of death was unknown.
Angor felt his mental pressure escalating upon realizing that this place wasn’t safe at all.
Next, he looked at the items left behind by Huskar.
“Glowing Velvet Potion, Potion of Decryption, Hormone Masker, Wincy’s Witch Stew… They’re all cheap, but they could come in handy later.”
He arranged the potions according to categories and stored them into his bracelet.