As Juan Canyun gradually regained consciousness from his stupor,
he found himself in a space all too familiar.
The fragrance of decaying heavy wood mixed with the damp smell of the tide, surrounded by dim yet luxurious lighting.
This was indeed the captain's room of the pirate queen's ship, The Jovial Goddess of Disaster.
In recent times, Juan Canyun had spent a long while here, sharing countless delightful nights with the lady of disaster.
The lady of disaster now emerged from behind the bookcase, appraising Juan Canyun in his divine state as if he were some collectible.
"So you're the Tang Wen of another world? Indeed, tougher than your Blue Planet self…" She examined Juan Canyun with great interest.
"Just call me Little Wen, I... am used to hearing that."
Juan Canyun straightened his clothes and stood up to face this... lady of disaster from another world line.
