Had someone opened the door deep inside the mural hall and come out? A person who had lost control or an extraordinary creature that had been nearby at the time? And this person also possessed the ability to act in dreams? After hearing Anderson Hood's account, Klein logically began to speculate.
As his thoughts raced, he suddenly had a new idea:
Could it have been the owner of that mysterious eye that had been staring at the deck and at him earlier?
That's possible! If that mysterious person had indeed been lurking on the ship all along and followed them into this sea region, then he would inevitably have fallen asleep when night fell and appeared in the dream world... Did the lady "Hermit" not know of his existence at all, or did she tacitly allow his actions? Was this her trump card for daring to accept my commission without fear of the dangers here? No, this isn't certain. At least, it's not certain that the one who opened the door deep in the mural hall was the mysterious person on the ship...
Klein looked at Anderson with deep, dim eyes and asked in reply:
"Why do you think it doesn't seem likely?"
Just now, Anderson Hood mentioned that he originally suspected the door opener was a member of the Future, but later felt it wasn't very likely.
Anderson chuckled:
"I just visited everyone on the ship in my dream. I found that none of them have the ability to move freely in that world... except for you."
"Unfortunately, I was outside pushing the door at the time," Klein said calmly.
Anderson shrugged:
"I know, so I didn't suspect you. Danger is hidden everywhere in this ocean, and unimaginable monsters thrive here. Maybe the guy who opened the door was that stone giant from before, or a rotten dragon dreaming of countless treasures."
Saying this, he leaned against the ship's railing, looking out at the sea bathed in golden sunlight, and smiled as he sighed:
"I've noticed that since I escaped the shipwreck brought on by the storm, my bad luck has been slowly fading. Haha, clearly, it's not fixed or permanent."
"Look, I managed to swim to that island safely. Later, although all sorts of unlucky things happened, I at least held out until you all arrived."
"Yes, I did attract the monster and made that stone giant appear, but we solved it easily, didn't we?"
"Besides, I've been on the ship for hours now, and nothing has happened. Doesn't that just show..."
Before Anderson could finish his sentence, Klein coldly cut him off:
"Shut up!"
Didn't this guy know to keep his mouth shut if he was tempting fate? I really want to hit him! If I hadn't divined on the Gray Fog earlier that you hadn't mutated and weren't possessed by some big shot, I would have thrown you overboard! Mmm... the "Provoker" is Sequence 8 of the "Hunter" pathway. He must have digested that potion very easily...
Klein sincerely felt that Anderson far surpassed Danitz in the art of "provocation."
"Alright, alright. I'll shut up. I'm shutting up," Anderson said, raising both hands, showing no signs of anger, his expression bitter.
Seeing that Anderson had no more clues about the door opener in the dream world, Klein was silent for a few seconds before suddenly turning and walking into the cabin.
He realized he had been negligent about one thing!
Since Anderson, who was shrouded in bad luck, had boarded the ship, it meant the possibility of encountering attacks and danger would skyrocket. Therefore, it was necessary to make some preparations!
Returning to his room, Klein took out Azik's copper whistle and Will Auceptin's paper crane while entering the bathroom, setting up a ritual to summon himself. He then brought the "Fire Seed" gloves, the Sun Brooch, and the Nightmare's Beyonder characteristic from the Gray Fog down to the real world.
He didn't immediately change the items he was carrying. Instead, he put them in his suitcase, next to the biological toxin bottle.
In this way, even if danger struck suddenly, he would have the opportunity to adjust his "equipment" in time and make targeted choices.
After doing all this, Klein felt much more relaxed. He packed up his remaining belongings, left the room, and headed to the deck, afraid of missing any traces of a mermaid.
As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, he saw Frank Lee crouching nearby, his expression one of shock and bewilderment.
"What happened?" Klein's heart skipped a beat.
He was afraid that the experiments of this crazy "Hybridologist" had gone wrong, plunging the crew of the Future into a terrible ecological disaster.
Frank shook his head dazedly: "Didn't I tell you about those little things?"
"They originally needed a period of dormancy before they could grow and reproduce. But the result..."
"What was the result?" Klein's expression had turned grim.
This made the "Strongest Hunter" Anderson, who was boasting to the pirates on the deck about how many pirates he had hunted without noticing the change in the eyes of his listeners, sense something, stop his bragging out of curiosity, and approach them.
Frank, still crouching, looked up and said:
"They just completed a large-scale reproduction and underwent a mutation."
"This, this is simply a miracle!"
"And then? Where did they go? Are they still in your 'lab'?" Klein intuitively felt that this was not good.
Frank took two seconds to digest the question, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his heavily furred arms.
He knocked on the deck in front of him and said with a puzzled smile:
"They drilled into here. It seems like they are, they are transforming the Future..."
Amidst the dull knocking sounds, a milky white fountain, suspected to be milk, suddenly gushed out from the deck, splashing all over Frank Lee's face.
He licked the liquid from his lips and exclaimed in surprise:
"The Future, the Future is producing milk!"
At the same time, the pirates at the edge of the deck pointed in horror at the gun ports below:
"The cannon muzzles, the cannon muzzles are spitting milk!"
This... this isn't scientific... Klein could barely control the twitching at the corner of his mouth.
Ever since he boarded the Future, ever since the ship reached the rift and began to fall, he felt that many things that happened had become extremely unscientific, even surpassing the scope of his mystical knowledge.
Anderson stared wide-eyed, forgetting to even ask questions. He habitually stomped his foot, successfully causing another fountain of milk to spurt upwards.
A thousand thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, and he keenly grasped a question.