Captain – Chapter 731 – A Light Stroke Cuts All Paths

Roy’s journey north was very smooth, so smooth it was almost eerie.

Because it was far too quiet behind her.

Not to mention the sounds of pursuing warships’ sails and wave-breaking, there wasn’t even gunfire or cannon roar.

Initially, due to the thin mist’s limitations, she hadn’t noticed anything wrong. Of course, on another level it was also because the ghosts she encountered were all transformed from ordinary people.

Those common spirits, under the suppression of the devil’s great power, could barely even move.

Just like years ago when the spectral Hydra manifested in the world, the stupor that overcame the pirates—that was the most genuine fear from the depths of life levels and bloodlines.

Souls followed the same principle, and because they had lost their physical shells, they were even more easily constrained.

Therefore, before discovering the anomaly, the young woman felt her path was unobstructed. She didn’t encounter even a single lead bullet, merely using ghost ships as stepping stones to head deeper.

For her current self, distance was no longer a problem.

Even if two warships were separated by nearly a hundred meters, she could rise with the sea wind.

With a graceful leap, she could reach the other side.

This was also why she hadn’t been alarmed, because when those mortal ghosts “awakened,” she had already crossed several warships and was nowhere to be seen.

Shooting and firing cannons were naturally out of the question.

But the previous moment was different.

On that nearly intact ghost ship with exaggerated barbs on its hull, she encountered the first transcendent being since beginning her solo journey. Judging from his soul’s completeness and nearly mad instincts, he was undoubtedly the devil’s follower.

The strongest and most loyal kind—Roy even suspected he was a legend from the old era.

That ghostly captain not only withstood her authority but also awakened that ghost ship, seemingly bringing it to life. Ropes and iron anchors moved on their own.

Rеаⅾ οn ΚatRеаdiոgСafе

Ancient curved blades, water-damaged cannons, even the crew became weapons, surging toward her like puppets, instantly trapping her in heavy encirclement.

Of course, these still couldn’t threaten her, since that captain was ultimately dead.

His crew had long since rotted their bodies away in the passage of time.

Because she needed to preserve her condition and time was limited, Roy had no intention of fighting to the death.

She paid some price—a few tears in her clothing—to break through and reach her current warship, only then discovering the disturbance behind her.

Not that the ghost ship’s bow had split in half, trying to swallow her like a rotting shark, not that the ghostly captain was approaching on wildly dancing ropes.

But rather… it was too quiet.

The path behind was completely silent, as if that perilous battle had been nothing but an illusion.

What exactly had happened?

Roy knew it wasn’t an illusion. Even in fog, even if there was a true divine being trying to use it as a curtain to cover her eyes, it would be impossible to trap her in an illusion.

With this question in mind, she turned around for the first time, looking toward the ghost ship not far away.

Then in an instant she understood the truth.

So the quiet all along the way, so that transcendent being’s inexplicable abandonment…

It was all because of the fog.

Because silently and without notice, a pale and sinister eerie mist had painted the entire static picture.

Not “Forgetting,” yet already almost indistinguishable.

Unlike the picturesque thin mist and hazy water vapor, that pale whiteness covering her vision was like giant waves, like raging tides, surging forth and swallowing everything it encountered.

Rеαԁ оn KаtReadіոɡСаfе

After that, whether weak ghosts or specters that even she found troublesome, all lowered their heads and stood quietly in place like wooden sculptures.

As if they had all fallen into eternal slumber.

So what came next?

In her dark gold pupils reflected the sweeping “white tide,” the young woman seemed to return to the Ria Lighthouse in her dreams, seeing the black mist that drowned the starry sky.

But that time, she had her first mate by her side, and she knew that awakening came after the fog.

But this time, no one knew what would come.

Roy was the same—she didn’t even have time to respond.

Because that “white tide” came too fast, covering her in the blink of an eye and surging toward deeper parts, seemingly having no effect on her at all.

Yes, she hadn’t fallen asleep, her great power remained, everything truly seemed unchanged.

But how could this be possible?

So the so-called mist retreat, the so-called sea full of ghostly blue, were all just your sleight of hand.

Truly remarkable, ancestor.

Feeling the visibility reduced to less than two meters after being swallowed by the mist, and hearing that could only capture extremely close wind and rain sounds besides her own breathing and heartbeat, Roy thought silently, having seen through the truth here.

If her perception had previously been suppressed to within dozens of meters due to the thin mist’s influence, then at this moment she couldn’t even probe what was within sight.

This was an unimaginable, comprehensive blockade, absolute in terms of level.

The sinister eerie mist that pressed over like a tsunami even severed her heart’s anchor point and bloodline connections. From this point, both the path forward and back were nothing but chaos.

As the mist flows shifted slightly, she knew the return path was cut, but she hadn’t thought of turning back anyway.

Rеαԁ oո ΚаtReаⅾiոɡСafе

The real trouble was that the sun in the mist’s depths had disappeared.

She had lost all bearings, like a lone boat at sea, duckweed in a storm.

But the severed paths weren’t just these two.

“Crack.”

A sound so faint that even Roy suspected it was an illusion slowly echoed out.

Something had shattered.

After lowering her head and standing quietly for a moment, the captain still reached into her clothes and withdrew the source of that faint sound—that skull-like moonstone pendant.

Whether due to the great mist’s erosion or some invisible collision and contradiction of rules, this mystical guiding stone had actually cracked in a brief moment.

First a light sound, a thin line.

When Roy took it out, when the crystal skull was fully exposed in the great mist, that thin line spread in all directions like ink drops in water.

Soon it covered the entire pendant.

Then it truly shattered.

Moonstone dust and the now-unsupported cord flew toward the sky with the fierce sea wind, washed away by the storm with no trace left behind.

Presumably that devil, when designing this trap so simple it was unsolvable, had already thought of this pendant, using divine might and rules to directly destroy it.

All to prevent any possibility.

But… what about that touch of night?

Looking at her empty palm, even someone as resolute as Roy couldn’t help feeling bewildered. She simply didn’t believe her ancestor would know about that crazy gamble.

Reαⅾ οո ΚαtReaԁіոgСаfе

Because even she, even that madman himself wasn’t certain.

But the fact was, that touch of night had vanished, as if it had perished along with the pendant.

This was unreasonable, unacceptable.

Because it meant she had lost all guidance and could no longer find the isolated island.

Of course, she couldn’t possibly be trapped by this mist. Its range was ultimately limited. As long as she used her great power to leave markers and search layer by layer, she could still reach it.

But how long would that take?

Unless the goddess of fortune stood on her side, otherwise even at her speed, this would require considerable time, and the enemies and variables encountered along the way were unpredictable.

Would there still be time?

The young woman stood silently, lips slightly pursed, her displayed hand already clenched into a fist. Beneath the surface stubbornness and determination lay extremely deep bewilderment.

As if the things she had pursued and believed in all along had become empty in one day.

That devil with just a light stroke had cut all her paths. Now she could barely even reach before him, so what could even ocean-like great power change?

What should she do?

In the storm and mist, the young woman’s figure was particularly lonely.

In the mysterious distance, cracking sounds came from nowhere, similar to the crystal skull’s shattering but more ethereal, somewhat like grains of sand falling and flowing.

Roy knew that was the seal breaking and collapsing, like an hourglass about to run out.

Mercilessly approaching the final moment.