With a thick pipe clenched between his lips, Captain Karp gripped the ship's mooring rope with one hand. His brows were furrowed as he stared into the slightly restless dark waters illuminated by the searchlights.0

Despite not catching sight of anything, his years of experience at sea had honed his instincts. Every fiber of his being was telling him that something was about to happen. It was the instincts of a weathered old sea captain.0

The Explorers Associations had ceased offering mission rewards or post exploration quests, so most explorers had long abandoned their trade and switched to another field. 0

Now, opportunities were aplenty in the Subterranean Sea. Why risk one's life at sea when safer ventures await on land? Only stubborn souls like Karp...0