I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Late at night, Ryan, the chosen one of the Nordic Snow Country, felt as if he was being pulled by an invisible force. His body was sinking involuntarily. The freezing cold sea water surrounded him, gradually drowning all his senses.

What made him even more terrified was that when he barely opened his eyes, he found that he was actually in the deep sea.

He struggled hard, trying to find a trace of oxygen, but his lungs seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock. Every breath became extremely difficult, as if even the air had solidified into a solid and refused to enter his chest.

At this moment, misfortunes never come singly. He found his hands and feet tightly entangled by something soft yet tough. It was the strange seaweed deep in the sea.

They sway in the undercurrent like living creatures, with a chilling sense of rhythm.

Ryan tried to break free, but the seaweed entangled him tighter and tighter, as if to trap him in this dead sea forever.

What frightened Ryan the most was the white bones he saw scattered around the seaweed.

The eye sockets of those skeletons were empty, yet seemed to be silently telling of the horror and despair of the past.

Ryan realized that these seaweeds had claimed countless lives, and he might become the next victim.

Faced with all this, even the Chosen One who was experienced in ghost stories was at a loss, let alone a rookie like Ryan who was entering for the first time.

Hell can’t start like this. Wasn’t it supposed to be me who played the role of a salvager? Why am I at the bottom of the sea?

Should I rescue others, or should others rescue me?

In the past, Ryan could perform an escape from a water dungeon, but that water dungeon was a prop and this was an endless deep sea, so he had no way out at all.

As he exhaled his last breath, Ryan began to suffocate.

Fear surged over him like a tide. He wanted to call for help, but his consciousness was beginning to fade.

Is he going to die right from the start? If I had known this, I shouldn't have come this time!
My own death is not a pity, but the Nordic Snow Country is about to perish!

Just when Ryan was in despair, a powerful force suddenly pulled him out of his dream. He fell off the bed suddenly, his body shaking violently with fright.

Ryan opened his eyes and looked around, and through the faint light coming from the window, he determined that he was in a dim and unfamiliar cabin.

At this moment, Ryan was sweating profusely and his whole body was wet, as if he had really escaped from the deep sea.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping from the ends of his hair, dripping onto the cold floor, making a crisp sound.

He gasped for breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart, but that strange dream was like an indelible shadow, deeply imprinted in his heart.

I almost thought I was dead, but it turned out I was dreaming?
But this dream was so real that Ryan felt as if he was there.

As a rookie chosen one, he began to think wildly in his mind, could this dream foreshadow his own ending?

Just as Ryan was thinking, the swaying of the ship made him feel something in his stomach churning violently and rushing straight up his throat.

The air around him was filled with a strong fishy smell, as if rotting fish were breathing in his nose, so smelly that it almost suffocated him.

I raised my hand that had just touched the floor and was about to cover my nose with my hand, when I saw a sticky liquid attached to it, and a feeling of nausea instantly surged into my heart.

Just as he was about to find something to wipe his hands, his heart suddenly started beating wildly and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

There is still a very terrifying creature approaching, and this is an instinctive physical fear.

Before he could make a careful judgment, a violent collision caused the ship to shake even more. Ryan was knocked backwards by the impact and only stopped after hitting the wall hard.

At this moment, his head was bleeding and his stomach was churning even worse.

As a magician, Ryan is also considered to have good physical fitness.

Many of the Chosen Ones with poor physical fitness vomited on the spot, covering themselves with vomit. After a long time, the aftershocks of the collision dissipated, and Ryan slowly got up.

If it weren't for the pain in his body and the pungent smell of blood on his head, Ryan would probably still think he was dreaming.

Since he is not dead, it means that this is just the beginning of the world of ghost stories.

This was the way of thinking that several experienced Chosen Ones had taught him during a day of training in the Pope's Palace.

Recalling what Greco and the others had said, Ryan began to organize his thoughts.

His teammate is the famous Pope. Perhaps finding the Pope can solve the current crisis.

In the world of team-up ghost stories, if your own abilities are poor, it is a good choice to rely appropriately on the natives and teammates.

This is the experience that everyone has summarized from the recent strange stories.

Ryan felt that the Pope was many times stronger than him in terms of both experience in ghost stories and personal combat capability, so it was right to listen to the Pope.

After all, the Pope is one of the most popular teammates among the chosen ones participating in the ghost story world this time, except for Zhang Yangqing.

But the problem was, Ryan looked around and didn't see any trace of the Pope.

It seems that at the beginning of this strange story world, I have to find a way to find my teammates, or get in touch with them.

This outrageous start also made the fledgling Ryan a little nervous.

But he knew that staying here would be useless and he had to take action.

As he slowly stood up and looked out through the glass window, the details of his surroundings gradually emerged.

Under the inky black sky in the middle of the night, a salvage ship drifted on the surging waves, and its silhouette looked particularly strange and profound in the moonlight.

The ship has a peculiar structure, as if it were a twisted fusion of ancient and modern technology. The hull is covered with mottled rust and unknown symbols, revealing a sense of vicissitudes that does not belong to this era.

Only this much could be seen through the window. Ryan thought that since he was a salvager and this was the starting point, it should be okay to go out and explore, so he bravely walked out of the cabin.

The salvage ship is not as big as a luxury cruise ship. Just a few steps from here will take you to the deck.

In the center of the ship stands a towering crane tower with a huge mechanical arm installed on the top of the tower, like a giant outstretched hand, ready to fish out unknown secrets from the deep seabed at any time.

On both sides of the tower, various salvage tools are arranged in an orderly manner. There are sharp cutters that flash with cold light, as if they can easily tear apart the darkness on the seabed.

There are complex detectors, flashing faint blue light, searching for hidden secrets in the darkness.

There are also those strange-shaped hooks and nets, which hang silently on the deck, waiting for the next prey to arrive.

However, what makes this ship eerie is not its cold mechanical structure, but the crew.

On the deck, several crew members were busy cleaning up the mess caused by the collision. From their expressions, it could be seen that such collisions were very common on salvage ships.

Seeing Ryan appear, a crew member with a missing finger came up to greet him.

"You're awake. It looks like the operation was successful."

Hearing this, Ryan stood there in surprise.

That expression seemed to say: What have you done to my body!?

(End of this chapter)