Looking around, it seed to be a sailors’ lounge.
Not bad, quite spacious actually.
There were windows lining the wall, and one could imagine how sunlight would fill the room on a good day.
Coffee machine, sound system, sofa, and all the necessary facilities were in place.
It was just a pity that it was full of cobwebs and dust, long abandoned.
The sound of talking was coming from the direction of the bar counter.
Over there, Ree Shil saw seven ethereal figures, so male, so female, and so not even human.
Getting closer, he could hear their clear conversation.
"Should we play cards in my room tonight? We just need three more."
"Ugh, no way! You never take playing cards seriously, not going!"
"Can soone help open this package of instant noodles? I really want to eat it."
"You’re dead, what are you eating?"
"So boring, when can we have new mbers join us?"
"Hmph, you bunch of ghosts; if I were a hundred years younger, I’d smash you all in a minute."
"Please, you didn’t even live to be a hundred when you were alive."
These guys all seed to have a personality, not like the chanical NPCs in the [incident].
The others hadn’t noticed Ree Shil’s arrival yet, and he began to look at each of them one by one.
A handso middle-aged man with a beard, he was the one who just suggested playing cards.
The one who refused the card invitation was an attractive woman dressed in a sensual outfit.
The one who wanted to eat noodles was an interwoven noodleman, similar to Straw Man in type, but seed much smarter than Straw Man. He belonged to the normal intelligence category.
Straw Man: What are you talking about, grass?
The one who comnted on the noodleman was a bearded man with a large chef cap.
Complaining about boredom was a burly concave lizard man.
The temperantal one who called himself "old man" was actually the youngest looking, a panda.
Sitting next to the panda and teasing it was a clock-robot with legs, and it was about the size of an actual alarm clock.
They all had, without exception, an ethereal constitution.
[Many passengers boarded and disembarked the Doram Vessel throughout its journey]
At this point, a few lines of text suddenly popped up in front of him.
[However, so passengers had no destination from the mont they boarded]
[So they just stayed with the Doram Vessel until its demise]
[Choose a passenger and fulfill their longti wish]
As the last line of text appeared, Ree Shil suddenly felt the atmosphere around him change.
He shifted from a bystander to a part of it all.
That feeling.
"Ah! A living person appeared out of nowhere!"
The little alarm clock on the bar counter was the first to notice Ree Shil’s appearance.
Its cry of surprise imdiately caught everyone’s attention.
"Oh?"
The noodleman raised his thick eyebrows.
"Do you play cards?"
The middle-aged man’s eyes lit up imdiately.
"Wow, such a handso young man!"
The attractive wife took out a handkerchief from her bosom and wiped the corner of her mouth, smiling.
"A living person, how boring."
The large lizard man still looked uninterested.
"Quite a rarity, haven’t seen a living person in a long ti."
Only the bearded chef had a relatively normal reaction.
"..."
Ree Shil guessed that these ethereal spirits must have been on the ship for too long and their brains had gone haywire.
But without him speaking, the noodleman approached him.
He grabbed both of his hands in an enthusiastic manner: "Finally, a living person has co. Hahaha! I’ve been waiting for so long!"
"Please, help with a little favor, human brother!"
"I ordered a box of instant noodles ten years ago, and I still haven’t received it."
"Whenever I ask the seller, they have a bunch of excuses, saying it’s been shipped and it’s on the way."
"But I haven’t seen it until now!"
"Can you help check the delivery point to see if they actually shipped it?"
The noodleman rattled off his request like a machine gun.
"..."
After listening to him, Ree Shil was at a loss for words.
Because there were so many absurdities: a ten-year-old order for instant noodles, a persistent buyer, and a seller who always replied...
Then, a subtitle popped up in front of him.
[Accept non-tid mission]
[Help Crazy Face check the logistics in The way of fury]
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Seeing these two lines, Ree Shil was dumbfounded.
What does that an, a non-tid mission?
Does it an he has to go to The way of fury?
"Can you send there?"
He was tempted.
He still had fresh mories of the white profit from the Path of Insight last ti.
"? What are you talking about; do you want to take you to the delivery point again?"
The noodleman’s noodle face squeezed out a baffling expression: "If I could go there myself, why would I ask for your help."
"Um..."
After hearing these words, Ree Shil understood the situation.
Basically, this NPC would assign him a task that needs to be completed in The way of fury.
But how to go to The way of fury, he would have to figure that out on his own.
"Brother, don’t mind him, how about helping instead?"
With the precedent set by the noodleman, the middle-aged man squeezed over.
"I’ve been making a magical puppet that can play cards with lately, but I’m missing one material."
"I’d like you to help find this crucial material. I’m not like him; I can provide you with a map."
[Accept non-tid mission]
[Help Mr. Sparrow find the core material in the Path of Insight]
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