Get on board… Levin stood on the steamboat, taking a step back.
It was a common phrase among captains, yet Levin heard no emotion in it. Rather than an invitation, it sounded more like an order—a command that could not be refused.
The other party's voice and appearance were completely obscured by the black Hunter attire, making it impossible to tell their gender.
What in the world is this… Levin touched the corner of his eye, where, just a moment ago, he thought he'd seen the black garment fluttering like a tendril.
Spiritual Power Detection!
What's there to fear? It's just someone dressed oddly, and their aura is only that of a second-order Transcendent!
Levin gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, half-squatted, and placed his cold, sweaty fingers on the steamboat's button.
But before he could maneuver the vessel backward, accompanied by the sound of 'waku waku,' his steamboat, strangely, started moving towards the broken ship on its own!
"Did I move forward on my own?"
