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The feeling of weightlessness and pressure came at the same time... but the first thing to recover was my hearing.

The sound of the waves disappeared, and suddenly a cacophony of voices filled the air.

Countless people whispered in hushed tones, glass clattered softly, and deep, elegant string music played...

These sounds intertwine, forming the background noise in anyone's ears at this moment.

He opened his eyes.

I squinted to adjust to the bright environment before I could see that all I could see were men and women dressed in formal attire.

This is a magnificent, luxurious hall decorated with crystals, with crystal chandeliers hanging overhead like tassels.

The air was filled with the aromas of various foods and the rich fragrance of wine.

Is this... a secluded space like Golden Anchor Town?

The first thing to do is check the connection between the device and the Abyss. Fortunately, the connection still exists, but it's very blurry, like being separated by a thick layer of frosted glass, making it impossible to perform any operations.

storehouse......

Yes, the warehouse can still be accessed.

He felt a little more at ease.

Ren's last memory was of chasing after Shak, who was fleeing, after he had completely defeated Shak's shark-mermaid gang.

no way.

This guy is petty, vindictive, and powerful, not to mention they're now mortal enemies.

I can't feel at ease if I don't eradicate the root of the problem.

Besides, since they didn't have any other goals, they continued to follow Shak southwards...

Until just now, I followed Shak into the seabed and entered a strange shipwreck area.

And then... and then what?

Consciousness was lost.

He searched aimlessly for familiar faces in the crowd—Klaus, Ivan, Aurora… but there was none!

Just as he was preparing to find a place to blend in and observe this eerie place more closely—

"Smack."

A hand snapped its fingers crisply in front of his eyes.

Randomly, still confused, looked in the direction of the sound.

At the long table next to him, a man in his thirties with a goatee and an arrogant chin was looking at him impatiently.

Seeing that he had come to his senses, he tapped the table with his finger to indicate that his empty wine glass was empty.

"What's going on? My glass is empty, don't you have any manners?"

"......" Waiter?

The captain looked down at himself, wearing a classic black and white three-piece suit with a bow tie, a fitted vest, and black leather shoes.

They actually arranged a job for him?!

I don't even know if I'll get paid.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a while, the arrogant man who had snapped his fingers frowned.

"What? Are you mute?"

His voice rose a little, attracting several inquisitive glances.

Okay, let's just play our roles well first.

Suddenly, Ren Yi smiled and politely said, "I'm sorry, sir, it was my fault. Would you like a refill? Or would you like to try a different flavor?"

The man paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting any other options.

He snorted and pushed the empty cup this way:

"Dirty Martini, hurry up."

He casually picked up an empty wine glass and placed it on the tray on the table, then turned and walked towards the semi-circular mahogany bar not far away.

The guests were all busy socializing, and the bar stools at the bar were all empty. The person behind them had medium-length dark brown hair tied in a small braid and was standing stiffly with his back to the liquor cabinet.

"Knock knock."

Hearing a light tap on the bar, the man turned around.

The same three-piece suit, except the vest is burgundy, and he holds a wine glass in his left hand and a white dry cloth in his right.

Their eyes met across a pile of limes, but neither spoke first.

Good grief, have they all been forced to work?

Nathan placed the wine glass upside down on the shelf, draped a white cloth over his shoulder, and asked, "Would you like to order?"

Just hand over any empty wine glass.

"Dirty Martini".

Nathan pulled a shaker out from under the bar, added ice, and then poured vodka and dry vermouth into it using a measuring glass.

"Dirty Martini, a classic born in the early 20th century." He said, without stopping his hands, as he continued to pour a little salt water into the shaker.

Feel the black bar stool at will; it's genuine leather.

"Are you settling into the work schedule? Does it include meals and accommodation?"

"How can I not include it? I didn't bring any luggage!" Nathan put the lid on the kettle, shook the shaker in front of him, then slammed it heavily on the table, and used a strainer to pour the cloudy liquid into a triangular glass.

He skewered two green olives with a wooden stick, placed them horizontally across the rim of the cup, and pushed it towards Renyi:

"Would you like to give me a tip?"

"..."

He casually checked all his pockets and finally handed him a rag.

"Perhaps you should prepare another plate of champagne for me? And your ice bucket seems to be almost empty," he said meaningfully before picking up the tray and leaving.

It seems that whether it's space or an illusion...

The work assigned to them was tailored to each individual.

Nathan was just telling him:

The timeline of this place is at least in the early 20th century, and his personal belongings are all gone.

The champagne he could order would give him an excuse to figure out the layout of the entire hall and find other people along the way. As for the ice bucket, he was to ask Nathan to check it out in the kitchen.

He walked back carrying the tray, but stopped when his gaze swept across the dance floor and landed on the two large doors.

The door was open, and it was all foggy outside.

There were welcoming people standing on both sides of the main gate.

On the left was a burly man over two meters tall, stuffed into a red uniform with black trim. Renyi watched as he took a deep breath, and then the two buttons on his chest popped off.

"..."

Ivan... he's actually working as a doorman?

It seems there are no security guards or similar positions here.

The one on the right side of the gate stands straighter than the Roman column at the entrance, wearing a black tailcoat and white gloves.

An overweight man was about to enter when he was stopped by him.

"Sir, your bow tie is crooked."

Ignoring the guest's doubts, he reached out and grabbed the guest's bow tie, pulled it open, retied it into a perfect knot, and then let him pass.

The guest, clutching his neck, stumbled into the lobby, while Klaus straightened up again.

foreman?

He casually looked away, thinking that everyone seemed to be doing well; they'd all become his superiors.

Not far away, the goatee-bearded man who had taken the order slammed his hand on the table impatiently.

"Is the wine freshly brewed? Why is it taking so long?! I'll tell Mr. Wonka I'll throw you in to feed the sharks!"

"Your wine, sir."

She casually put on a gentle smile again and gently placed the dirty martini in front of the man.

Pity.

I really should have added some toppings to it at the bar earlier—

For example, pufferfish poison is quite effective.

However, that threat also revealed a lot of useful information.

Mr. Wonka—the man in charge here.

The phrase "throwing them down to feed the sharks" indicates that they were on a boat, in the sea.

"Hmph! You think...?"

The man picked up his wine glass, about to speak again, when a deep voice slowly rose from the next table.

"Heck, stop scaring young people."