Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"I don't really know much about it, I'm completely clueless too."

"I see. Judging from your appearance, you're not one of them. Those who know the truth are all dead, except..."

Isaac looked down at the floor of the lounge.

The man who had been chatting happily with the group of victims was knocked unconscious by Isaac smashing a bottle over his head.

"Perhaps he knows something."

Chapter 1076: The Answer

Whoosh!

"Cough cough cough!! Cough!"

The man, who was unconscious, suddenly woke up and opened his eyes to see Isaac pouring a bottle of vodka on him.

"you you……"

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what you know."

"What are you talking about? What do you know?"

Seeing that the man he had knocked unconscious was not going to speak, Isaac pointed to the blood-written words on the wall next to him.

When the man regained some composure and turned to see the bright red words on the wall, his pupils instantly contracted, and his body began to tremble with fear.

"It's...it's them coming back!!"

"Explain clearly, who are 'them'?"

"It's 'Wild Rabbit'! 'Wild Rabbit' has come to seek revenge on us."

Ignoring the wounds inflicted by the bottle, he struggled to his feet and tried to run outside.

"We can't stay on this ship any longer... we'll turn into 'hares'!"

"Tsk."

He hadn't taken two steps when Isaac kicked him in the shin, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

"You! What are you doing?! If you want to become a 'hare' and be hunted, don't drag me down with you..."

"You're unaware of the current situation, aren't you?"

Isaac stared expressionlessly at the terrified man, calmly taking a lighter out of his pocket.

"You're covered in strong liquor right now; it should smell really good if you light it on fire."

"..."

"You'd better tell me everything you know: the 'hare,' the 'box,' and what happened ten years ago, otherwise..."

Click.

A tiny flame shot out from the lighter in Isaac's hand.

"You'll become roast meat before you become the 'hare' you're talking about."

“...My name is Maurice, and I am an official in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of Suvar.”

The man named Maurice finally spoke up under Isaac's threat.

"Just like ten years ago. So I know."

Morris raised his deathly pale face and parted his purple lips, saying, "This ship is the ueen Berry, which sank into this Mediterranean Sea ten years ago. That means 'that' has started again. So I know."

The lounge was somewhat somber, and Julie and Ned held their breath as they watched Maurice.

After what seemed like a great struggle, Maurice finally told the truth.

"...This ship once carried eleven young boys and girls. They were known as 'Hare'."

Morris said, trembling as he hugged his knees like a child.

Julie stood up abruptly and moved closer to Maurice.

"...What happened?"

Ned said in a low voice.

"Hey... what happened to them afterwards?"

"...Dead. They killed each other."

"Why!?"

"This was arranged."

Morris nervously looked up to answer.

On the walls of the lounge, the blood-written words remained terrifyingly clear. Maurice, looking up at the words, had fear and despair in his eyes. He opened his bloodless mouth.

"That's all I can say, otherwise it would violate my job regulations. But... in short, after that fateful night, and after the bodies of the young man and woman were recovered, the ship sank to the bottom of the sea. After we completed the recovery work, the maritime rescue team came to check the ship, but of course, there was no one inside by then. Because there were still a few traps prepared for the young man and woman, and signs of struggle, they originally planned to investigate inside the ship, but due to the continuous seepage of water, they were ultimately unable to do so."

After he finished speaking, he looked at everyone with a strange expression.

"You've probably all heard the ghost stories about this ship. It all started with an incident ten years ago. The story goes that the ship appears at sea every so often to lure people in, and now it seems to be true."

Morris forced out a low voice.

"...I'm certain now, this ship is a ghost ship!"

Ned and Julie exchanged glances. Both of them had stiff expressions, a mixture of disbelief and unease.

Isaac and Victorica remained expressionless throughout; they didn't believe in ghost ships at all.

"Ten years ago, you brought a group of teenagers onto this ship and made them kill each other. It may seem like just a murder game to satisfy your perverse tastes, but I think the truth is probably not that simple."

Isaac looked at Morris, who lay on the ground with a helpless expression, and said.

"I want to know who is in charge of this."

"Huh?"

"Those people who came with you earlier, judging from how you were chatting happily, you probably all know each other. They must have been involved in what happened ten years ago, and they're all influential figures in society. There must be someone in charge of this, right? Who is it?"

"This……"

"Don't say 'I can't say this,' that's too disrespectful to me."

Isaac shook the lighter in his hand.

"Your life is in my hands, so saying it will make everyone happy."

"……yes……"

"You must be a fortune teller."

"what?"

The answer wasn't said by Maurice, but by Victoriousard.

"How...how did you know?"

"It seems this is the correct answer."

"Victoria said calmly, turning to look at Isaac."

"This is indeed not a murder game that simply caters to the perverse tastes of the upper class; it has a purpose."

"...Have you come to the answer?"

"The fragments of chaos have been almost collected, and we have a rough idea of ​​the real culprit hiding among us."

As Victorica spoke, she turned her gaze to Maurice.

"One last question for you: weren't the boys and girls who killed each other from different countries?"

"Yes...that's right."

"really."

At this moment, Isaac's brows furrowed slightly.

Could this kid have actually already come up with the final answer?

The fortune teller, the boy and girl who killed each other ten years ago, and what happened today are finally connected, but these connections cannot lead to the final truth.

How exactly did she come to that conclusion?

"In short, let's run away first!"

Morris shouted.

"If this ship was originally used as a 'box' to transport those boys and girls, then it must have been riddled with deadly traps! And it must have been hiding a great many weapons. This ghost ship..."

"It's not a ghost ship, it's just an ordinary ship."

"Then tell me what happened with this blood-written word!? Did you write it as a prank while I was unconscious!?"

"About this?"

Isaac put away his lighter and walked to the blood-written words on the wall.

"Of course it wasn't written on."

Stab it!

The 'wall' was torn open, revealing another layer of wall underneath.

"It was stuck there by someone, the moment the lights went out."

Chapter 1077: The Unknown

"Rather than saying it was written in blood by hand, it's more accurate to say it was prepared in advance and then pasted on."

Isaac completely peeled off the layer of paper covering it, revealing the underlying wall plaster.

"This is……"

"When the lights are suddenly switched off, the room is filled with a cacophony of sounds born of fear, which creates an opportunity for someone to take advantage."

As Isaac spoke, he looked at the three people in front of him: Ned, Julie, and Maurice.

These three were also the last survivors besides Isaac and Victorique, the two outsiders.

"And if, as you say, this ship is a ghost ship, the one that sank ten years ago, then another problem arises."