The Ghost Ship, floating silently on the sea, brazenly approached the ostentatious luxury cruise liner.
Renee Kane had to admit, the resplendent, golden exterior was a perfect match for the impression The Doomsday War God gave off. Almost blinded by the glare, she couldn't help but rub her eyes.
But they were mercenaries, after all. Despite their arrogant words, it was clear they were on high alert for the Miss's arrival.
On deck, everyone was holding a gun, and who knew how many more were hidden in the shadows.
The leader was a man nearly 1.9 meters tall, dressed in all-black combat gear. A scar stretched almost clear across his face. He stood silently at the bow, warily scanning the still-calm waters around them.
The moment Renee Kane saw him, she guessed he must be The Doomsday War God.
Although his ID was cringey and his boasts in the chat hall seemed frivolous and brainless, his actual demeanor was surprisingly composed.
