Almost at the same time, the sea breeze blew across the deck.
Alone on the mail steamer, Hawkeye sat in the Captain's Room, his gaze drifting through the window towards the distant sea surface, slightly lost in thought.
On the square table in front, two lucky bags were casually placed at the corner of the table.
Hawkeye withdrew his thoughts, reached out to pick up a lucky bag, opened the mouth of the bag, and a gray fog flew out, resembling the process of entering the Passage through a crevice.
After the gray fog appeared, it revolved around Hawkeye, forming a circle, then the circle quickly shrank and penetrated through the pores into Hawkeye's body, disappearing without a trace in less than One second.
"What is this? Could it be Skills?"
Hawkeye closed his eyes, inspected the situation Inside his body, and after thoroughly scanning, he found himself equipped with a Passive Skill.
[Passive Skill: Steel Will]
