Ship cabin, Ninth Layer.
White Night Spirit King is in battle.
It is in one of the 8,800 worlds.
——Deep Sea World.
In this world, one must struggle against the monsters of the deep sea and find the map to the next world from them in order to pass successfully.
"Die!"
White Night Spirit King shouted.
In front of him, the towering monster fell with a crash, creating a huge splash on the surface of the sea.
White Night Spirit King descended.
On the sea's surface.
Two wounded Professionals were releasing Techniques to heal themselves.
"Who are you?"
They asked warily.
White Night Spirit King stood with hands on hips, eyeing the Technique that the others were releasing with a critical gaze, and shook his head:
"Your Healing Art is garbage. Let me do it—my fees are quite cheap, just pay with one skill and you'll be completely healed by me."
The two Professionals exchanged glances and sized up White Night Spirit King again.
