Transmigrated as a Ghost

“Marcus, are you sure about this?” Amira asked, a look of extreme concern on her face.

Currently Marcus had a high-quality silk rope tied around him and connected to the railing at the stern of the sand boat.

What he was about to do seemed incredibly foolish and most people would believe that he had a screw loose in his head for seriously planning to go ahead with this plan.

“Yeah, I really want to try this out. Whenever will I get another chance to go sand skiing.” Marcus said with an enthusiastic smile.

As crazy as it sounded, he was about to jump off the moving sand boat and using his mana barrier skill create two platforms under his feet in the shape of skis and ride behind the sand boat.

Amira had tried several times to get him to reconsider, but he was not going to miss out on this once in a lifetime chance to do this.

Certainly, for a normal person this would be reckless, bordering on insane, but Marcus had no fear.

Even if he did wipe out, which he figured would be unlikely with his high stats, his form would not take and damage from something like skidding across the sand. Plus, he could simply fly back to the sand boat if he failed.

To make matters worse for Amira, Mrazivý had also shown interest in doing the same thing.

Luckily, she had managed to get Mrazivý to reconsider. Mostly because Mrazivý was worried that Amira would have a mental breakdown if she forced the issue.

It was her job as a representative of the Eazim clan to safely guide Marcus and Mrazivý, and if both of them got seriously injured as she feared was going to happen, she would end up in serious trouble.

In the end though, Marcus was not willing to budge and happily jumped off the moving sand boat.

When he hit the sand his body jerked around wildly for a few moments and he nearly fell over despite his strength and agility stats.

Nevertheless, by using his spectral arm to help brace and right himself he got into a position where he was able to balance properly and began cutting through the sand behind the sand boat.

Slightly turning his body, Marcus got the hang of how to maneuver and moving back and forth from one side of the boat to the other.

Then when he had gotten the hang of moving around, he started heading for every sand dune that the sand boat passed by and using the bumps as jumps.

Watching this, Amira’s face that normally looked healthy became incredibly pale.

Never before had someone under her care done something she considered so stupid.

While Amira, her guards, and the boat’s crew were all afraid for Marcus, he was having a blast.

“It actually looks like a lot of fun. Perhaps I will give it a shot once Marcus is done.” Mrazivý mumbled to herself.

However, Amira heard her and looked ready to pass out.

For the next thirty minutes Marcus continued to sand ski behind the sand baot and do more and more dangerous maneuvers to build up his exhilaration.

Eventually he made a mistake and hit a large rock that was peaking out of the sand and went tumbling. Causing everyone on the sand boat other than Mrazivý to let out fearful gasps.

For a second Marcus was dragged behind the sand boat that was going around seventy kilometers per hour.

Naturally, Haidar moved to stop the sand boat, but before he could, Marcus shot up out of the sand and flew back to the deck of the boat using the tier three fire magic spell flame jets.

“Whew, I really messed up at the end there. Should have been paying more attention to where I was landing.” Marcus said nonchalantly, like he had not just been dragged through the sand.

Everyone except for Mrazivý were staring at him with stunned expressions. What he had just accomplished was a feat well beyond any of them. Even Amira’s head guard who was level forty-four would not have been able to do something like that.

“Are you sure you are alright? You just were dragged through the sand. At the very least we need to exine you for wounds and clean the sand off-“

Stopping midsentence, Amira realized that Marcus, despite having just been engulfed by sand, did not have a single grain on him. Along with how clean he looked, there was not a visible injury anywhere.

“Yeah, I am perfectly fine. My clothing have self-cleaning enchantments and it would take more than that to cause me any injuries. I told you earlier that I would not get hurt even if fell.” Marcus said.

“I see. Both of them are far beyond normal. I have heard that the greatest warriors in Aezam do not even seem human. So, this is what my father meant.” Amira said to herself with a vacant look in her eyes.

Her head guard had informed her that Marcus and Mrazivý were stronger than him, but seeing Marcus easily deal with being dragged through the desert made her realize that they were far beyond the realm of normal people.

“Okay, it is my turn next.” Mrazivý said, taking the rope from Marcus and beginning to tie it around herself.

At this point Amira did not try to stop them and informed the crew and her guards to ignore their antics.

However, before Mrazivý could get her turn at sand skiing, a movement of the sand in the distance caught the attention of Amira’s guard who was on lookout duty.

It was still a fair distance away, but what looked like a moving hill of sand was coming there way at a rapid pace.