This ship was completely different from any vessel of the Old Continent.
There was not a single sail on it; the hull was covered in bone plates and a chitinous shell, while hundreds of thick tentacles and flagella at the stern swayed gently.
It did not look like a man‑made object at all; rather, it seemed like a living biological warship that had grown into this form by nature.
A burly figure in a cloak stood at the bow, watching from afar as a group of ambitious Old Continent schemers lined up beside [Noah's Ark] to throw away their lives.
He praised the other indistinct figure at his side—whose face could not be clearly seen and on which one could only vaguely make out a pair of gold‑rimmed glasses on a phantom projection—saying:
"Your Excellency Mysterious Person, your scheme really is effective.
Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival—arrogance is.
