"I can give you a chance to choose your grave."
Roger's gaze drifts to where the sea meets the sky, "I know a place with beautiful scenery, to be honest, having you die there would be a waste."
"Haha."
Green let out a wry laugh.
"Take me there."
Roger said no more, leaped onto a boat, started it, and headed towards a distant island.
Several months ago, he arrived there on a night ravaged by a storm, and that's where his Transcendent journey began.
Isolated and off the regular shipping routes.
This was the best battlefield Roger could choose other than the Cursed Land.
"I've barely left Mist City in the past few decades." Green looked at the island, which was faintly visible in the distance, and suddenly smiled.
"Guess why I'm willing to accompany you to such a distant place?"
A thought crossed Roger's mind, considering a possibility.
"Now that you've met me, you're still going to trouble a normal person?"
