“Shit! Faster! Hurry, hurry!”

“I can’t go faster than this!”

“Shit!”

It was a mess above deck. The ghost ship was moving faster than it had ever moved since entering the twenty-eighth floor. The wind spirits blew fiercely, and the elderly Cannibal Monster Humans rushed around. 

Most ships didn’t have a chance of catching up to them, but Waltz was easily gaining on them. At first, she was only a small dot, but now they could see her body clearly. The players fired the cannons in warning, imbuing the cannonballs with magic power and their skills. However, Waltz just brushed them off like they were flies. 

Boom! Boom!

The cannonballs exploded in the air, spreading black smoke. Waltz passed through it all. 

“Sh-shit!”

It was a scary sight for the players and the Cannibal Monster Humans. To them, Waltz appeared like an invincible doom. She scowled at them, exuding an immense aura that contained the arrogance of the One-horned tribe as well as Dragon Fear. There was a reason she had become one of the feared players of the Tower after the Summer Queen’s death.

They were sure that they would sink into the River of Souls and turn into ghosts. They didn’t know what...