Restart:Untalented Man

Chapter 407 Eh?

?Time passed for who knows how long.

Whether it was a day or two, Evan couldn't discern.

He has lost his sense of time as he remains blindfolded on the ship and oblivious about his surroundings.

The rhythmic swaying of the vessel provided the only indication that he was still at sea.

According to his knowledge, the journey is supposed to be a quick one.

He wasn't allowed to take off his blindfold and he absolutely doesn't dare to do so.

Who knows what kind of harsh punishment the soldiers would impose on him?

Just thinking about it causes Evan to shudder in fear.

Tap—

Tap—

Tap—

Amidst his restricted vision, Evan could still mentally grasp the routine.

For example, the current sound of approaching footsteps definitely belongs to the soldier who came to bring his food.

The door creaked open and the soldier entered the room.

Bam—

The abrupt and jarring sound reverberated through the confined space.

The tray, bearing his meagre food, had been callously tossed onto the floor by the soldier.

"Eat. This is your last meal." the soldier declared before leaving abruptly.

Left in the aftermath of the soldier's visit, Evan's hand instinctively reached out, navigating the cold floor in search of the scattered remnants of his meal.

Fingers fumbled, seeking the contours of utensils and the presence of food.

The lack of sight transformed his act of eating into a delicate and deliberate endeavour.

As Evan brought the shredded piece of food to his mouth, the soldier's words echoed in his mind like an incessant drumbeat.

Each chew seemed to amplify the weight of the soldier's declaration, and the taste of the meagre meal was now tinged with a bitter uncertainty.

'What does he mean by that?' His mind wrestled to understand the words

'Am I about to be killed, or are we actually nearing our destination?'

Despite the ominous nature of the soldier's words, Evan found himself leaning toward the possibility of they were nearing their destination.

If he was to be killed, there's no need to go through all the trouble transporting him.

Evan continued eating the tasteless food and went to sleep as usual.

However, before the tendrils of sleep could envelop him, the door to his confined space was abruptly flung open.

Bam—

The harsh sound that accompanied the entrance shattered the fragile tranquillity of Evan's near-slumber, causing his body to jolt in surprise.

The sudden intrusion left him disoriented, the darkness around him momentarily disrupted.

"Are you finished eating your food?" The soldier's voice cut through the abrupt silence.

The question, however, hung in the air as the soldier didn't really intend to wait for Evan to respond.

With a forceful grip, the soldier seized Evan, pulling him unceremoniously from his room.

Evan stumbled a little bit.

His body still adjusting to the sudden upheaval.

Sniff—

Sniff—

Evan's nose picked up the salty scent of the sea.

As his ears attuned to the surroundings, the rhythmic cadence of waves became more pronounced.

"Are we finally in that place?" he asked.

The soldier's grip remained firm, offering no explanation for the abrupt disruption of Evan's routine.

Evan's world became a disorienting sequence of forced movements.

The soldier compelled him to step onto one surface, then another, each transition accompanied by a change in texture beneath his feet.

Now, for some reason, a sensation of weightlessness enveloped Evan.

It was as if the ground had disappeared beneath him, leaving him floating and swaying in the air.

The disconnection from solid footing added a surreal layer to his already bewildering experience.

Amidst this disorienting sensation, a voice pierced the disconcerting silence. "Bring it down."

In response, the disorienting sensation of floating and swaying intensify for a few minutes before it came to a gradual halt.

Unbeknownst to Evan, he was atop a boat, and the invisible forces were now orchestrating its descent to the surface of the ocean.

As the boat descended, Evan's body felt the subtle shifts in motion. The floating sensation began to transform into a gentle and the rhythmic swaying.

Splash—

The boat made contact with the water. The gradual immersion was marked by the subtle rocking of the boat.

The sound of waves lapping against its sides, and the distinct scent of the salty sea air permeating his nose.

Evan was certain that he was at the closest position to the sea than ever.

His guess was right.

He already arrived at the infamous island.

The boat glided through the water, eventually reaching the port of the island.

Evan simply doesn't understand why they are taking this indirect approach.

The ship could have docked directly at the port, but for some unknown purpose, it had taken a more circuitous route.

He can only assume maybe the size of the steamship is too big for the port to accommodate or maybe they just want him to suffer.

Anyway, the boat came to a halt.

Evan's feet could feel the solid ground beneath him once again.

And finally, after such a long time, his blindfold was removed.

Evan blinked against the sudden influx of light.

The world around him gradually came into focus, revealing a very monotone and depressed environment.

The cloud in the sky looks grey as if the rain is about to come down.

It didn't help lighten the mood at all.

Sparse yet large structures stood as testaments to the island's purpose.

Their exteriors don't look pleasing, with the dark choice of colour.

His soul feels like it is already dead just by looking at it.

Even if he escaped death punishment, he wonders if his sanity would still be intact after being imprisoned here.

As Evan turned around to survey his surroundings and a puzzled expression crossed his face.

His eyes widened as he noticed others in the same predicament, who like him, bore the signs of blindfolds and the disoriented look of those recently transported.

"Eh?" Evan uttered, "So, I'm not the only one transported here."

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