[Western Fantasy] The great voyage has torn the skin of the ocean, and the wheels of the times are rolling forward. One after another, small characters are either voluntarily or forced to stand at the center of the world... The strange power begins to finally go out of control. People gradually understand that magic is just a poor expression of the world by humans, and relics are the real miracles... Since the protagonist traveled to this world, it seems that he has never been blessed by good luck. Fortunately, he inherited a broken boat from some bastard. He originally planned to spend his whole life waiting for death in Saltwater Town, but his past or the past has reopened the door to his destiny. (More than 10,000 words per day, new author, please support me.)
