"Here's your Ship Ticket."
"Thank you."
Although Victory had already arrived in international waters, even more people chose this time to board.
Some came on yachts, with Rich people and beauties leaping down; these were mostly Audience members who had purchased high-priced "admission tickets."
It wasn't just them; there were even more outrageous arrivals...
"...Do you have an invitation?"
"Do I need one?"
"For you, no."
And looking at this middle-aged man who had floated to the open sea on a broken bamboo raft, any security personnel in their right mind would not choose to stop him.
Moreover, he wasn't even the weirdest among those who boarded later; in fact, he was somewhat ordinary...