On a fine midday, a breeze skimmed the surface of the sea, carrying with it the scent of brine.
Ethan, disguised as a grown man, boarded a merchant ship setting sail.
The war between the Sunset Empire and the host of Dark Lords still raged on, with frequent small-scale skirmishes between the two sides.
At this critical juncture, Ethan naturally wouldn't step into the fray.
Both his personal development and the growth of the Dungeon had hit a bottleneck.
Understanding the customs of this world was something he had always wanted to do.
After establishing his forces and bidding farewell to his women, he temporarily left the East Sea.
Only by venturing out, seeing more of the world, could he prevent his horizons from being limited.
"Anchor's aweigh!"
"We're setting sail!"
With the boatswain's robust voice, the merchant ship slowly left the harbor.
