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Diana didn't bother examining the strange wooden staff, though she couldn't shake the feeling that Ryuji's sudden coma was tied to it.

Or perhaps it was an indirect connection.

The staff radiated immense power—greater, it seemed, than her own tools like the Bracelets of Submission, Lasso of Truth, or even her Aegis Shield.

She couldn't help but grow more curious about Ryuji. Creating such a reality-bending artifact was far beyond the capability of ordinary mortals.

Thankfully, they were adrift on the open sea, away from prying eyes. But Diana couldn't shake the unease; if someone discovered the source of that magical burst earlier, it could spell trouble.

In truth, Diana was overthinking. The explosion of power wasn't detectable unless someone was extremely close—and powerful enough to sense it.

"You two, get out. I'll stay and keep watch."

Doutzen Carlos, still nursing her injuries from the staff's earlier outburst, didn't argue. "Fine, but I need rest. Even with your miracle herbs, Diana, my ribs feel like they're shattered."

Samir nodded and headed for the door. "I'll bring food later."

"Samir," Diana called after him.

"Yes?"

"Keep an eye out. Someone may have noticed the disturbance earlier."

"Understood. I'll stay alert."

Samir left, but not without a heavy sense of foreboding. The magical surge he'd felt through the door was like a sledgehammer against his chest. If anyone with bad intentions detected that…

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Three days passed uneventfully. Doutzen Carlos had mostly recovered, and Samir's vigilance hadn't revealed any suspicious activity on the ship.

By the morning of the fourth day, Diana awoke to a startling discovery.

"Ryuji!"

Her shout echoed through the room, waking Doutzen Carlos and Samir from their sleep.

"What's going on?" Doutzen asked, groggily stumbling into the room.

"Ryuji is gone!" Diana exclaimed.

Doutzen blinked and looked around the empty bed. His eyes widened slightly before he shrugged. "Maybe he woke up."

"That's impossible! I would have sensed it!" Diana snapped.

"Maybe he's eating? The guy hasn't eaten for four days. I'd be starving too if I were him," Doutzen suggested casually.

Diana froze. That was a possibility. But… no, she thought. Ryuji couldn't have left without her noticing.

At that moment, Samir entered. "What's going on?"

The two women answered in unison, "Ryuji is gone!"

Samir frowned, scratching his head. "What are you talking about? He's lying right there."

The women spun around in disbelief. Sure enough, Ryuji was lying peacefully under the quilt.

"What the…?" Diana muttered, her brow furrowing.

Moments ago, the bed had been empty. Now, not only was Ryuji back, but he was tucked in as if he had never left.

"This doesn't make sense," Diana said, shaking her head. "I checked everywhere, and he wasn't here before."

Doutzen pointed at the bed. "Look, I swear he wasn't—" Before he could finish, Ryuji vanished again.

The three of them froze in shock.

The quilt that had been covering him fell flat against the bed.

"What… the hell?" Doutzen whispered.

"I'm not crazy," Diana insisted, her tone resolute. "He's disappearing and reappearing."

Samir swallowed hard. "What's happening to him?"

The three stared at the bed, half expecting another disappearance. And sure enough, Ryuji reappeared after a few moments, lying exactly as before.

This strange phenomenon repeated itself over the next few days. Sometimes Ryuji would vanish for a few minutes, other times for hours.

Adding to the chaos, the room would occasionally freeze over, burst into flames, or experience random magical explosions.

Samir had to repeatedly fend off curious crewmates, attributing the disturbances to faulty equipment.

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What the others didn't know was that Ryuji wasn't merely vanishing—he was astral projecting.

Guided by the torrent of magic in his mind, he was learning Medivh's spells at an accelerated pace. Each disappearance was him traversing the astral plane, practicing destructive magic in a space where it wouldn't obliterate the ship.

While the random magic in the room seemed harmless—like freezing a bed or setting a cup on fire—it was a byproduct of his subconscious experimentation.

His astral projections weren't without mishaps, either. On more than one occasion, he'd accidentally materialized in places he wasn't supposed to be, causing confusion.

For instance, there was the time he appeared in the bedroom of a married couple. The wife, readying for a bath, nearly fainted when she found a strange man lying next to her husband.

And the husband? Let's just say he had some explaining to do.

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