The male supporting character was actually myself.

A large number of people quickly gathered on the deck.

The captain was a mid-level warrior in his thirties who already had three wives but still wanted to try his luck at sea.

Even if you can't find Dragon Island or slay the dragon, you can still brag about it in the future—at least you participated in a grand event and got a taste of the thrill of conquering the sea.

If you're lucky enough, you can kill the dragon, rescue the princess, marry her, and become king!

No matter how you look at it, it's a win-win situation. So this intermediate-level warrior from Bantuku took advantage of his proximity and was the first to buy the giant ship and set sail.

"A competitor?" The warrior, dressed in magnificent attire, lazily stepped out of the cabin, took the binoculars handed to him by his second-in-command, and glanced at the object. "Hmm, doesn't seem like it."

An experienced sailor glanced at it and scoffed, "It's just a fishing boat. Judging by those old fishing nets and the depth of the boat's draft, it's probably had a good catch."

The luxuriously dressed warrior, expressionless, waved his right hand, adorned with jeweled rings, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, whispered an order, and then turned and went into the cabin to continue resting.

"The captain has ordered—kill the people on the opposite ship and take the food from the hold as supplies, then let that wrecked ship sink."

The old sailor paused for a moment, "So even fishing boats aren't spared?"

The second-in-command, head held high, arrogantly declared, "The captain dislikes any ships obstructing his journey to find Dragon Island. Go kill the men and sink the ship. Remember to collect all food supplies; we've been on the move for quite some time and are running low on food."

In the future, if we encounter a similar situation, we can simply launch an attack; otherwise, if the ship runs out of food and water, some people will go hungry.

He lowered his head slightly, a hint of a smile on his face, and said softly, "Anyway, it won't be the captain and me who go hungry, you understand what I mean?"

The old sailor, who had been somewhat hesitant, immediately spat out the tobacco he was chewing and loudly ordered his men, "Helmsman, be careful to get close to that wrecked ship. Those whose names are called, prepare small boats to row over. Do it cleanly and efficiently!"

Those who frequented the seas naturally knew what the leader meant. After exchanging glances, they took out their scimitars from the cabin, tucked them behind their backs, and swiftly jumped onto the small boat via the rope, silently rowing away.

"Whoosh! Duang!"

The faint sound of wood striking hard metal caught Lloyd's attention. He stood up alertly and noticed a large ship approaching like a ghost in the mist, while he heard deliberately soft footsteps on his own deck.

He scrambled to his feet, his longsword already drawn and in his hand.

My master repeatedly warned me that there are no laws, rules, or even morals on the vast ocean. In such a frenzied competition, anyone could cross the line and become a monster more terrifying than a pirate. Therefore, besides being wary of the raging waves, one must also be careful of everyone encountered!

Sure enough, was he being watched?

"Nobody's here!" The first sailor to arrive on the ship, holding a scimitar, peered quietly through the window for a moment and whispered a warning.

The others didn't see anyone on board either. The leader whispered, "Damn it, there aren't even any sailors or anyone steering the ship. We're just drifting along. Could we have encountered a ghost ship?"

Upon hearing this, Lloyd, who had been hiding, slowly lowered the longsword in his hand.

If they simply abandon their ship as a ghost ship and leave, then I'll just pretend I don't exist.

Warrior Academy taught him great skills and instilled in him the spirit of warriors. His extraordinary strength was meant to protect the people, not to kill at will. The best outcome would be for each of them to leave each other alone.

However, when the leader went back to ask for instructions, the order he received was still to empty the ship's hold of anything that might be useful, and then smash a large hole in the bottom of the ship to let it slowly sink.

"Who cares if it's a ghost ship or not, any ship that encounters our Warrior will sink!" The leader, with his scimitar slung over his waist, swaggered and commanded, "Go, check what valuables are on board first, hurry up and finish moving the sunken ship, then we can go back and rest sooner."

After receiving their orders, the others hurried off to the warehouse.

Lloyd was furious. Such vicious acts had killed countless people. This scourge must be eradicated on behalf of Heaven!

"Pfft!"

The sharp longsword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, and soon the people who rushed into the warehouse to plunder were all silenced.

The people on the giant ship waited for a moment and then realized something was wrong.

The old sailor hurriedly reported to his second-in-command, "That ship is a bit strange. None of the people who boarded it have made a move! Maybe... we should just let it drift away and leave it alone. We've heard plenty of strange things like this on the high seas. Anyway, it's not bothering us, so let's not get involved."

"That ship's sails were full of wind and it was moving slowly in front of us, which was infuriating!" Upon hearing this, the captain, a warrior, arrogantly sneered, "What ghost ship? It's just a bunch of ghosts and monsters to scare cowards."

"I'll show you what true warrior spirit is—a sharp sword to cut down anything that stands in my way, whether man, ship, or dragon, nothing can stop me!"

He donned a magnificent cloak, took a longsword, and boarded the silent old ship with his personal guards.

Lloyd, who had overheard the other party's arrogant remarks, walked out of the cabin with a cold face and his sword in hand. "Don't tarnish the spirit of warriors. A wicked parasite like you doesn't deserve that medal at all!"

"Heh, there's someone here! What ghost ship? Just a bunch of ghost stories to scare people." The captain waved for his men to go first. "Kill him, and remember to chop off his silver tongue to feed the fish."

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and beneath the black sea surface, turbulent waves surged.

Using the lights illuminating the giant ship, Lloyd's resolute gaze pierced through the flashing blades, his longsword aimed directly at the instigator.

The fluffy ball of fluff sat on the mast, slowly licking its paws. "Meow~ What were you thinking, coming here to provoke the main character?"

Without teammates to sacrifice, your acts of burning, killing, and looting will only provoke the part of the protagonist's halo that seeks justice.

It seems my host has cut off his path to becoming stronger by killing teammates, and the world's will has started to arrange for him to become stronger through combat after witnessing the inherent evil of human nature.

"Let's fight! The journey to slay dragons at sea is long; the protagonist needs something to do to avoid getting bored."

The battle raged into the night. The captain and warrior hid behind his guards and crew, using sheer numbers to try and wear down the guy. But how could Lloyd, with his protagonist's aura, possibly lose?

In the script, he is a great warrior who goes through countless hardships to finally rescue the princess and become king. The extra that the script team randomly assigned only has one purpose—to sharpen his sword.

And so the lights of the empty giant ship gradually went out, drifting with the current on the sea, moving further and further away from Lloyd's ship...

The waiting time always feels long.

Emily helps her teacher grow vegetables and flowers, hunt and fish on the island; occasionally she rides on the back of a dragon for a few days to return to Florentia to chat with her father, play cards with the dragon brides, and go shopping to buy some daily necessities for the island.

Jiang Chen was relatively busy. He had to secretly rely on the white cat to keep an eye on Lloyd to ensure he wouldn't get into too much danger; he had to help King Bantuku raise money and develop the economy in various ways; he also had to transform into a dragon-slaying hero, occasionally standing on a platform to sell goods, and even found time to publish a book called "The Legend of the Dragon Slayer" to encourage more warriors to set sail and slay dragons to gain glory...

The Age of Exploration brought endless possibilities to Bantuku.

Wave after wave of brave men and young people bought boats and set sail, keeping the ports bustling with activity every day. But after a few months, wave after wave of losers returned in disarray, bringing back all sorts of alarming rumors.

For example, there is a blood-stained ghost ship floating in the Misty Sea; getting close to it will bring misfortune.

For example, one can often hear the roar of a dragon in the mist, and some people have even seen a fire-breathing dragon playing in the waves;

For example, there are mermaids at sea who sing in the middle of the night to lure sailors...

As rumors spread, the Misty Sea became even more mysterious in the minds of the people. With the days passing and the hope of rescuing the princess fading, shrewd merchants began to move in, hoping to capitalize on this trend and develop the desolate Misty Sea into an adventure destination.

In just six months, Florentia rose to become the most popular and bustling metropolis, especially the Dragon Slayer's specialty store, which attracts customers from all over the world every day who try every means to obtain a set of Dragon Slayer armor that can be passed down through the ages.

From opening to closing time every day, there is a constant flow of people coming and going.

"Young man, there's a dark cloud hanging over your head, it's an ominous sign." In late autumn that year, the continuous rain and cold wind made the bustling street look somewhat desolate. Jiang Chen was sitting at the entrance of the store, leisurely drinking tea, when he suddenly heard an old voice.

He looked up and his eyes lit up!

With flowing white eyebrows, beard, and hair, and dressed in a white robe while holding a wooden staff, the "wizard" has an excellent appearance.

Could it be a bug in this mission world?

Many questions flashed through Jiang Chen's mind in an instant. The main system had been silent; the forum could not be connected; the script team had crashed, so could the bug still be running smoothly?

"Go back to your world quickly, this is not a place to stay!" Before he could speak, the other person urgently urged in an aged voice, "If you are too late, you may face annihilation. Go back to your world and fulfill your duty. You are the only remaining hope. Go back quickly, don't linger in this false prosperity, you will understand that everything will eventually be in vain!"

"What do you mean? Where am I supposed to go back to?" Jiang Chen hurriedly stood up and asked, but the other person quickly finished speaking and turned to leave.

From the moment he appeared to the moment he left, it took no more than ten seconds. He reacted quickly and jumped into the autumn rain to chase after the man in white, wanting to find out what was going on. However, the man quickly squeezed into a group of tourists to hide his figure.

Jiang Chen ran over in less than five seconds, pushing aside the leisurely figures of the tourists, but couldn't find the figure in the white robe.

"Hey? What's wrong?" The tourist who was pushed aside stared at him with a bewildered expression, still holding his umbrella.

"Have you seen a man in white robes? He's about my height, with white beard and hair, and probably over eighty years old."

Several tourists looked at each other and shook their heads in unison. "We didn't see any. There were only a few of us here, why would anyone be dressed so strangely?"

"Are you seeing things? There are no forks in this alley. If there really was such a conspicuous person, how could you not see them?"

"Was it a dream while you were half asleep? Or did you see a ghost on a cloudy, rainy day?"

"Young man, you didn't even bring an umbrella, be careful not to catch a cold..."

…………

The tourists were right. From the moment the man in white finished speaking until he disappeared among them, there were no side roads or other people in such a short distance. Jiang Chen was certain he wasn't dreaming, so there was only one explanation—the bug was there to remind him!

Perhaps he wasn't even in this mission world at all, but simply appeared in some way to send a message and then left.

The bug was hinting that I should hurry back to the real world; sure enough, the main system had a major problem?

But how exactly can I leave?

The thought of having a script that is completely unresponsive to both soft and hard approaches gives Jiang Chen a headache.

After this little incident, he searched the whole world but couldn't find any trace of the bug; the little white cat always seemed preoccupied, and whenever it had free time, it would lie on his shoulder, refusing to eat, drink, or even speak.

Jiang Chen asked the fluffy ball several times, but it said it was fine. He wondered if the ball itself didn't realize that something was wrong with it.

Autumn passed and winter came, spring quickly passed and summer arrived. In the blink of an eye, Princess Emily had been kidnapped by the dragon for a full year.

Florentia remained prosperous, and the Misty Harbor was still bustling, but people rarely discussed the topic of rescuing the princess at sea anymore.

After all, so many people set sail with great enthusiasm and confidence, only to return dejected and defeated.

They either kept circling in the fog without ever reaching the open sea, or they sailed a long way but lost their way, ran out of food and water, and could only rely on fishing to replenish their energy and hastily escape back.

Even the invincible intermediate warriors were spreading rumors that the princess had long since starved to death on Dragon Island, where there was nothing but gold. How long could such a delicate princess survive without food and water?

The rumors grew increasingly bizarre, with many believing that the princess had died, the king was old, and the powerful Bantuku Kingdom was now eyeing the throne.

However, it was only a hint of trouble. Lisa keenly sensed the crisis and, with the help of the other dragon brides, first helped His Majesty the King take control of the finances, and then staged a fake usurpation to wipe out all the scheming villains!

"Really? Is it true, Father?" Emily returned to the palace and looked at her father, her face pale. "Are you alright? Why didn't you tell me about something so serious? You should at least have notified the teacher to protect you!"

The king smiled and waved his hand, "We've made thorough preparations, how could anything go wrong?"

Teacher Jiang has her own things to do, so there's no need to trouble her with such a small matter. Although this time was a bit thrilling—those usurpers even forced their way into the inner palace, forcing me to hide in a secret chamber—all the potential threats were resolved at once, making things much easier to manage once you ascend the throne.

My dearest Emily, those brave warriors and princes who vowed to rescue you all refused to go to sea again after their first failure. Although we've made a lot of money this year thanks to the dragon gimmick and have successfully transformed into a tourism nation, ensuring our economic future, how will you choose a husband?

Or... could your father secretly find a young man of good character for you, and you could act out a scene with Teacher Jiang to get him to rescue you smoothly?

"Oh dear~ Father, you don't need to worry." Emily blushed slightly and turned away, whispering, "It's only been a year, not too long of a test. Actually, there are still warriors fighting in the misty waves, determined to find Dragon Island and rescue me. Father, don't be anxious."

"If I wait a little longer, maybe I'll really find my true love—someone who can shelter me from the wind and rain and go through fire and water for me."

The king, unwilling to give up, lowered his voice and said, "My dear daughter, I think that dragon-slaying warrior is quite remarkable! He's renowned, powerful, tall, and handsome—a talent one in a million. What do you think…?"

Emily: ╮(oωo)╭

That's my teacher!

Father, what kind of matchmaking are you doing!

"No, no, no, he is my senior and also my mentor at the academy. I have the utmost respect for the dragon-slaying hero and have absolutely no disrespectful thoughts towards him." She hurriedly waved her hand to take her leave. "I'd better go back to Dragon Island first and wait for the great hero who saved me. I promise I will definitely bring back a hero who will make my father extremely satisfied!"