Person Behind the Door

"There's something wrong with that red door."

The night sea was turbulent, yet when he looked up, not a single star could be seen, only an endless coastline hung overhead, and the vast sea was also stained an eerie ink color.

The scene had completely changed from before.

Du Wei was now on the deck of the Ghost Ship, surrounded by lifelessness.

A brand-new Ghost Ship.

An utterly unfamiliar environment.

The space had been completely replaced.

In such a situation, Du Wei couldn't determine his location, let alone where he was.

When he said he couldn't determine his location, he meant in relation to real-world coordinates.

He couldn't determine where he was because he didn't know if, like before, he had entered Hell's Gate.

If it were the latter.

Then he might very well have arrived on a different timeline now.

And, he would face the awkward situation of losing his bearings.

Suddenly.

A wave slapped over.

Making the Ghost Ship sway violently.