At night over the sea, the storm howled, and monstrous waves furled.
The Iron Giant plowed through the terrifying waves, its giant puppet oars shattering the huge, mountain-like waves.
Tuck and the Clan Leader of the Hundred Needle Family were all in the Captain's cabin, their bodies swayed with the pitching of the cabin, but the amplitude of the swaying wasn't great.
The Clan Leader of the Hundred Needle Family surveyed the room, sizing up the various alchemy facilities within the Captain's cabin, and marveled to himself, "This demon energy ship, is currently only at the Golden Level, but looking at it, the facilities are incomparably complete, and there's huge potential for further development."
"This ship's spirit is his own creation, and Golden Level is certainly not the endpoint for this demon energy ship."
Meanwhile, Tuck was closely observing a short sword in his hands.
