Bright got up while it was still early. After washing up, he went downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning, Boss Bright!"
Along the way, fish-men kept greeting him with cheerful smiles.
Bright smiled and returned their greetings.
He had only just sat down at his usual breakfast shop when crowds began gathering in the street and heading toward the other side of the Waterway.
The workers were heading to work.
"Oh! Bright! Eating breakfast all by yourself again?"
Someone in the crowd greeted Bright with a grin.
"Mark, you bastard."
Bright rolled his eyes. "Watch out, or I'll dock your pay for being late."
"Hahahaha, forget it, then."
His old friend, whose life was full of happiness, chuckled. "Spare me, Brother Bright. Unlike you, I've got a wife and kid to support."
"Then get the hell out of here!"
Bright said irritably.
"I'm going, I'm going. But Brother Bright, when you get married, remember to invite me to the wedding!"
This guy was already married, and Bright had served as his best man. Now he even had a son. His life was wonderfully happy, and whenever Bright saw him, he was always smiling from ear to ear.
But Bright couldn't do that. Former Admiral Zephyr's fate was still fresh in his mind.
Still, there was no need to rush. Even nine years later, he would only be twenty-eight, while Shyarly would only be twenty-nine. By the tradition of this world's strong, who married and had children late, they were both still young.
For now, the main goal was still to develop Fish-Man Island, build up strength, and wait for the right opportunity.
Over the past year, the Fish-Man District had become even livelier. As Fish-Man Island's economy continued to grow, more wealth and supplies poured in, and the people's standard of living