*** The Event Advent ***

With his new flight skill or, to be specific, his utilization of the gravity spells, Merlin moved towards the shuttle docking area. Since there was a swarm of people moving to participate in the next event, Merlin didn’t have any trouble finding the way.

“Let’s see… The next event is south of Starting, at the southern sea… a fishing event, if I recall correctly.”

Merlin confirmed this by manipulating the Beholder to re-read the event announcement. Of course, the only thing related to traditional fishing was the act of catching the fish. The event participants wouldn’t be casting lines to catch real fish; they would be catching gem-made fish using all kinds of skills and abilities.

“Form a line! There will be an infinite number of boats!”

“A maximum of ten users can board one boat! Also, you will be required to navigate and steer yourselves!”

“All boats that have been fully boarded shall set off immediately! There are many users waiting for their turn!”

Many of the guards who were tasked with defending Starting were at the dock, shouting. They were probably ordered to keep things under control.

“Those guards sure have their work cut out for them. Anyway, we’re riding...