While wandering the ship, he had already dropped several cards.
The main drawback of the Illusion Body was its inability to use the Pocket Ring, as Alka’s real body had taken it into the Dream Realm.
Therefore, when switching bodies, Alka would leave so items with the Illusion Body for attacks and maneuvers.
Fortunately, aside from this, there was no other difference; he could still use Magic Power and Spells.
After dropping the cards, he followed the pirate who had just killed his comrade into the captain’s quarters.
Upon entering, he saw three people in the dimly lit room; the light was so faint it barely illuminated their faces.
"Another one dead?" a shadowy figure asked.
"Yeah."
"Damn it, when will this end? I’ve heard that sound five tis already. I’m about to go crazy!"
A tall, shadowy figure roared angrily, slamming his fist onto the wooden table before him and creating a fresh dent.
From where he stood, Alka could see nurous other dents; it was remarkable the table hadn’t shattered yet.
"We’re just slaves. Are we really thinking of rebelling against the master?"
A calm voice spoke, silencing everyone.
The group then sat in their seats, not uttering another word.
Alka observed them. So these are the Touchers on board, he thought, plus the one I encountered outside who was healing his wounds. That ans there are a total of four Touchers on this ship. As for their exact number of Spirals, I have no idea. But I don’t care.
Alka moved behind the man who had furiously struck the wooden table.
A pink mist slowly spread from Alka’s arm onto the man’s back. Due to the dim lighting, no one noticed anything amiss.
By the ti the shadowy figure noticed the pink mist on his own neck, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, he was completely enveloped before he could investigate.
Still seated, the man closed his eyes and slipped into a Deep Sleep.
Once the pink mist completely enveloped soone, it would vanish from sight.
The sound of gentle breathing filled the air.
"He fell asleep?" a nearby companion asked, puzzled by the sudden snoring after the man had just been so angry.
"Perhaps," another explained. "The whispers of the night have exhausted him."
A good explanation, Alka thought. You’ll all be following him soon enough.
The pink mist divided into two wisps, spreading out from Alka’s feet and creeping up the other two figures.
"What is this—"
One of them keenly sensed the pink mist, but by the ti he spotted it, it had already enveloped his neck.
He couldn’t finish his sentence before he too fell into a Deep Sleep.
The other man noticed nothing and quickly followed suit, slumping into slumber.
"I’ve prepared so—"
Just then, soone else pushed open the captain’s quarters door. He began to speak, but stopped short upon seeing the three n in a Deep Sleep.
"What’s going on? Why are they all asleep—"
Before he could finish, he collapsed to the ground.
Alka extended his leg, hooking the door shut with his foot.
I was just about to go look for him, Alka mused, and he walked right in.
He then sat in a nearby empty chair, watching the four sleeping n and waiting.
He waited until a distinct sound wave reached him—Pororo’s signal, serving as a reminder.
Hearing this, Alka, still seated, snapped his fingers.
BANG!
A violent explosion erupted outside. Flas surged, and pillars of fire shot up from several points, instantly igniting the flammable materials on the ship.
The canvas sails and wooden masts beca towering pillars of fire, illuminating the surrounding darkness.
"AAAAAH!"
"What’s going on? What happened?"
"Where’s the captain? Where are they?"
"In the captain’s quarters!"
With the sudden eruption of flas, the entire Pirate Ship descended into chaos, filled with the sounds of running feet and terrified shouts.
Alka stood up and decisively knocked out each of the four n who were rely in a Deep Sleep.
Moving them while they’re like this would definitely wake them. Knocking them out completely is more convenient.
He extended his right hand. Blue light flickered, and four thick Water Chains shot out, binding the unconscious n.
Amidst the chaos outside, the door to the captain’s quarters was flung open.
A tal card appeared in Alka’s hand. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it flying in a peculiar arc.
The sharp tal card instantly slit the throat of the pirate who had opened the door, and blood gushed out.
Without losing montum, the card continued onward.
Alka, dragging the four n bound by the Water Chains, walked towards the open doorway.
Outside, six or seven pirates lay dead or dying, all with slash wounds to their necks.
Alka raised his left hand, catching the returning card.
A gush of water manifested in his hand, washing away the blood from his skin and the card’s edge.
A thin water shield ford around his body, blocking the spurting blood and the surrounding flas.
The entire ship was now a scene of utter chaos.
So pirates frantically tried to fight the fire, while others, overco by panic, leaped overboard.
After quickly dispatching the panicked pirates who sward towards him, Alka, still dragging the four unconscious Touchers, jumped off the ship.
Below, the *Swallow* was already positioned, with Chadite and Pororo on deck, waiting for him.
As Alka landed on the *Swallow’s* deck, the four pirates he was dragging splashed into the water.
Alka hauled them aboard using the Water Chains.
"Are these the Touchers from the Pirate Ship?"
Hearing Chadite’s question, Alka nodded.
Then, the *Swallow* swiftly sailed off into the darkness.
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