Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Amidst everyone's strange gaze, Stellan stood beside Matthew, constantly talking about the situation on the West Montiria Islands.

He even pulled out a blood-red token engraved with a skull from his pocket.

"Also, the island is divided among warlords, and it's a chaotic mess. Your messages might not get through. The magnetic field in that area is completely scrambled-walkie-talkies, phones, none of them will work. If anything happens, or if your identity is exposed, just light this flare. I'll lead my men to the island as fast as possible."

Stellan then pulled out a small flare from his pocket, as if by magic.

"Well, no need to worry so much. At this rate, I won't be sure if you're the leader or the undercover agent."

Matthew pointed slightly with his graceful fingers toward the nearby members of the Martial League. Their eyes reflected the same suspicion as he had earlier.

As the cruise ship docked, Matthew didn't linger and stepped off immediately. He needed to cross the river to the Balira Sea behind Basha's Sacred Mount, and then enter the West Ocean.

Once Matthew's figure had completely disappeared, Stellan glanced dismissively at the Martial League members.

"What?! Still thinking about arresting me if I'm an imposter?"

Hearing his tone, everyone immediately turned and left.

This feeling...there's no mistake about it. He's our leader.

...

Three days passed swiftly.

The captain and the chief officer took turns, sailing day and night.

Finally, the cruise ship entered the West Ocean.

"At this speed, how long until we reach the West Montiria Islands?" Matthew asked softly, glancing toward the captain.

The captain checked the navigation and nautical charts before answering, "Since there's no data uploaded on that area, I'd estimate about two days."

Matthew nodded. "When we're close, you guys can take the catcher boat and head back."

"Understood."

The catcher boat was much smaller than the cruise ship, but Matthew had checked it. The sharks roaming this sea area usually didn't attack, and there was enough space and supplies for everyone.

Two mornings later, in the waters of the West Ocean, the captain, chief officer, and a few crew members stood on deck.

"Mr. Larson, we've set the location

and activated autopilot mode. As per Mr. Warrington's instructions, when you spot the island, just stop the ship and press that big red button. We'll be heading back now.

One by one, the crew boarded the catcher boat, while Matthew nodded with a smile.

Just then, Matthew frowned slightly. "No need to rush. Looks like some reckless creatures have set their eyes on you." His gaze shifted toward the deep ocean.

Extending a finger, he hovered it above the water. Suddenly, ripples appeared on the calm sea.

Within seconds, a massive shadow rapidly surfaced. As it became clearer, the crew saw what it was a shark, at least four meters long.

Everyone shuddered instinctively.

If they had boarded the ship a moment earlier, they likely would've been dragged right into the water.

Gush!

The shark's head burst through the surface, its terrifying appearance paralyzing most people.

It opened its enormous mouth, filled with razor-sharp teeth, and lunged at Matthew, following the direction of his finger.

Moments ago, lurking in the depths, it had felt an intense pull, as if devouring this human would lead to some kind of transformation.

The shark's giant jaws drew closer, the stench making Matthew wrinkle his nose.

Crash!