After Viona and Baskoro left, the room fell silent again. Kevin still held the ancient mirror for a while, staring at its dull surface. There was no pulse of energy. No clue. He did not know how to activate it, just as Mayang had said.At last Kevin set the mirror on the small table beside the bed, next to the oil lamp that was nearly out. “Later,” he murmured. “When the time comes, its secret will reveal itself.”He turned toward the bed.Mayang was already asleep. The dim light from the ship’s small window fell across her body, covered only by a thin cloth. Her breathing was even. Her hair spilled over the pillow. The cloth had slipped a little at her chest, revealing the curve of Mayang’s full, plump breasts, her skin looking soft in the night light.Kevin stood at the edge of the bed for a long time. The desire that had been held back during the conversation rose quickly again. He sat slowly at Mayang’s side, careful not to wake her at once. His hand touched the edge of the cloth

Kevin also nodded, though his expression remained cold. "I won't reveal it."Mbah Sidi smiled, then his figure slowly faded from the mirror's surface, leaving behind the faint reflection of Kevin and Mayang standing before it.Mayang straightened her clothes, put on her loose robe and thin veil, then turned to Kevin. "Let's go."Kevin let out a breath. "Fine. But let me be the one to talk to Jack Sparrow."The two of them left the room and climbed the stairs to the upper deck. That night was quite bright, a nearly full moon hanging in the cloudless sky, making the sea surface look like a slowly moving expanse of silver.Jack Sparrow stood at the helm as usual, his eyes half-closed, his mouth humming an unclear sailor's tune. When Kevin and Mayang approached, he opened one eye."What is it, young couple? Can't sleep?"Kevin stood beside the helm. "We need to change course slightly to the northeast. About nineteen kilometers from our current position."Jack Sparrow straightened his body

Mbah Sidi did not answer immediately. He looked at Mayang with a strange gaze, as if choosing the most precise words."You won't find that answer by listening to it," Mbah Sidi said. "Your memories must be found by yourself. But what is clear is that long ago, when you were still a child, you were attacked by an enemy. A very powerful enemy. You were nearly killed at that time."Mayang felt her knees go weak. Kevin grabbed her arm, supporting her."That enemy," Mbah Sidi continued, "tried to kill you. At that time, you were alone in the forest. You panicked. You ran. And in your flight, you tripped and fell into a valley filled with Adlora mushrooms."Mayang gripped Kevin's arm tightly."Accidentally, you ate that mushroom," Mbah Sidi said. "Perhaps because of hunger. Perhaps because of panic. But whatever the reason, that mushroom saved your life. The energy contained within it exploded out of your body, creating a blast that wounded your enemy and forced him to flee."Mayang covered

They finally reached their destination—the city that was the destination for the other passengers. What remained were Kevin, Mayang, Viona, and the old servant. As well as the ship's crew. But Jack Sparrow said they couldn't continue because Kevin had to first face people from the Wayward Earth Sect who were now blocking their path. A fierce battle ensued. Mayang protected everyone on the ship, not letting a single one through, while Kevin became the attacker who struck the evil Wayward Earth Sect members.The sky above the port city of Mamasa had turned an ominous gray. The morning sun, which should have been rising brightly over the eastern horizon, was hidden behind thick clouds that rolled in from the sea, as if nature itself sensed the tension about to unfold.The Leviathan had just finished lowering its anchor when the first signs of danger appeared. From the mouth of the harbor, three large ships emerged, their black sails emblazoned with the symbol of a cracked mountain—the ma

Kevin immediately channeled all the necessary strength into the sail and the mast, his hands holding the wooden structure so it would not break, his energy flowing to stabilize the entire network of ropes and fabric that should have been torn to shreds facing such fierce wind.Jack Sparrow, at the helm, worked with extraordinary concentration, turning the wheel with small but highly precise movements, adjusting the ship's direction to every change in the wind he could feel, even though ordinary eyes would never be able to distinguish the subtle patterns he was reading from the movement of the water and air around him.Those thirty seconds felt like an eternity. The ship shook violently, water slammed in from all directions, lightning struck so close that the thunderous roar sounded almost simultaneously with the flash of light. Several times the ship tilted so sharply that part of the deck almost submerged into the water, but every time it happened, Jack Sparrow deftly restored the sh