The giant man with an eye patch walked directly to Julius' cage, then brought out a key and unlocked it.
Julius stood up, and the man snapped his fingers, making the shackles fall off his wrists. He raised a brow.
"You have one minute. Get ready," the man said, walking up the basement and leaving him there.
"Right." He remained calm.
But he was far from calm at this moment.
'What the hell am I going to present up there? If I prove useless, I'll be thrown overboard.' He let out a sigh as he powdered his face. That was when he saw that the bottle had several compartments for different colors of powder.
Julius used red powder to make an extended smile, then rubbed black ones to make dark circles around his eyes. He wore the jester hat, making the bells jiggle.
He stepped out and looked at his legs to see that he was barefoot, and he sighed.
He walked forward to the ladder and walked up without looking down.
Soon, he was met with an unfamiliar view and feeling. The cold winds blew against his skin, and the sunlight washed over him, making him feel even more alive.
The mundane feeling of such things that he enjoyed back on Earth couldn't be more encouraging at this moment.
He smiled and looked to the side to see the giant man. The man nodded at him and walked him towards the main floor of the ship.
There was a section leading to the steering wheel, and there was a group of twelve people standing there.
One of them was a man who had more than a dozen slash marks on the left side of his face, and he was blind in one eye. The man had what looked like an axe strapped on his back, and he was wearing a similar helmet to the giant man—only that the horns were facing forward.
The woman next to him was wearing furs which were blackened and scorched, clinging like smoke to her wiry frame. Her hair floated like smoldering ash, strands glowing with ember-tips that never extinguished. Her face was lined by ash-scars in the pattern of sunken runes, and her fingers were covered in soot.
Her skin pulsed with warmth, yet her eyes were cold and empty, like the silence after a forest burns. She wore a metallic belt which seemed to be made of melted metal and hooked together randomly.
Julius frowned, as this was the first person whose magic showed on her body. She had to have a high rank.
The next person was draped in seaweed-dyed robes that flowed like water. Her skin was pale blue, her limbs too slender—almost elongated. Her mouth was crudely stitched shut with dark thread, and her dark blue eyes let out tears that streamed down her face.
She wore a crown of barnacle-encrusted coral, and her fingers ended in nails painted with a dark ashen color.
For some reason, Julius felt that this was the most dangerous out of all the five people standing here, as he couldn't sense anything from her at all.
Her mouth was sewn shut also. If that wasn't at the pinnacle of creepiness, then he didn't know at all.
The final person was a young man wearing dark robes made of wool. He was wearing a blindfold over his eyes, and his head turned to Julius, making him flinch.
The man gave Julius the mysterious character vibe. He could use