At this moment, the nameless deserted island was a scene of bustling activity.
The fish-men and merfolk excitedly worked to build their new home.
Those willing to live above ground began cutting down trees and building houses under the soldiers' organization.
Those who still wanted to live beneath the sea began excavating rock or gathering coral.
Fish-men were born with more than ten times the strength of humans, so neither task was remotely difficult for them.
After the enormous disaster, everything was moving in a better direction.
However, there was also a group on this deserted island that seemed somewhat out of place.
They gathered on one side of the island, numbering around fifty or sixty thousand.
They were the humans who had originally remained on Fish-Man Island.
Some had lived on Fish-Man Island for a long time, while others had simply been unlucky enough to be there when the disaster struck.
No matter which kind they were, they had been swept along with Fish-Man Island and brought here.
Then, all means of communication had been confiscated, and they had been sent to the deserted island to fend for themselves.
"Ah, I really can't make sense of this world anymore."
In the forest, several people chopped down trees while sighing heavily. "We only wanted to do some business. How did we end up caught in something like this?"
"It really is hard to imagine. The Red Line actually got blasted apart, and even Fish-Man Island, which we thought was completely safe, was forced to relocate."
Another person spoke with deep emotion. "Who could have imagined something like this before it happened?"
"Imu did it, right? Using that Final Weapon that defeated Joy Boy eight hundred years ago?"
Another man spoke up, his voice fearful. "No wonder it is something that