Horn rarely wakes up at this time; in fact, the Ark seldom enters this state either.
Most of the time on the Evil Sea, people arrange for crewmates to take over before everyone slips into a collective hallucination.
Of course, occasionally there are slips, like this time.
Only this time, Horn noted that those around him were still caught in the illusion.
Everyone stood motionless, staring at the wall.
The cabin where Horn was situated was one of the better ones, with a lower population density than the cabins below, but it still housed more than a dozen people.
At this moment, all these people had their backs to Horn, staring blankly at the wall.
Horn realized something was amiss.
"I don't have any abilities; how could I wake up early?"
Just as Horn sensed this, he heard a voice.
"Horn, I come from the future. The future me once fought alongside you, attempting to overthrow the captain's rule over the Ark."
The remark was perplexing.
Horn thought:
