Chapter 192: Seaborn Longsword (2/3)

"After you wash the dishes, go to Elder Prude's place. I won't be home for some time, and the Elder will take care of you,"

Having instructed Elan and received an obedient "Okay~" in response, Ian smiled and went to check on his future-predicting tool, the fish.

Hmm, the result isn't bad, just ordinary red, and surprisingly no black.

This was quite astonishing to Ian—the deadly black and dangerous red often appeared together, since some dangers are inevitable, like a great storm; even if you know about it in advance, what can you do? It takes nearly half a month to leave South Ridge, and anywhere within South Ridge could be affected by the storm. At most, you'd either be killed by hail and giant waves or by flash floods and mudslides.

But this time, it was purely a red danger... confirming that in this mission, there wasn't even a hint of a natural environmental factor.

It was purely a man-made disaster.

"Humans are indeed much more terrifying than nature."