Haru ran toward his target—the wheelhouse, where the captain steered the ship. It was on the opposite end of the figurehead, elevated on a higher platform.
"It's definitely past noon…" Haru thought, glancing up at the sun hanging low near the horizon as he ran.
Though it was still up, the shadows were growing longer indicating the passing of time.
He had to confirm the ship's route more than anything else. If they were going the wrong way, and the longer he lingered there, the more his INT stat would decay… until there was nothing left of him. Just a hollow shell—barely human, barely aware.
'No wonder I kept taking slow approach instead of taking action that might have been more effective and quicker… Damn this weird Test!' His head ached the more he thought about it.
His situation was indeed dire, as no one knew how long it would take to become a mindless being like those who had already died.
So, he had to hurry.
