Today was the second day since our return from the Deep Diving Test Port. In the morning, Tawell and her team of experts had safely transported the second Black Shuttle to Shadow City. By now, that bunch of dismantling maniacs were probably busy figuring out how to take the probe from the other side apart into a pile of scraps—after all, the previous Black Shuttle had left them with nowhere to begin, and Tawell's research had consequently been rather unsatisfying. This one, however, appeared to have lost its self-destruct function, and its outer shell had already been opened. At last, Tawell could take out the things inside and see what they really were.
Once the Deep Diving Port control center was rebuilt, the Deep Diving Project could continue. Lin Xue had also guaranteed the success of the coming deep-diving operation. I figured Tawell and her little companions were probably in an unprecedentedly happy state right now.
Anyway, knowing that these major projects could continue safely made me happy as well. It meant that, at least until the Fallen Apostles went crazy and attacked again, I could live a relatively peaceful life for a while. Actually, I didn't mind being busy every day. What I feared was every task coming out of nowhere. I believed plenty of people could understand that: if you were kept busy all day doing something familiar, even if it meant hauling bricks and mixing mortar every day, many people could endure it. But if, on top of hauling bricks and mixing mortar, you had to randomly pick one lucky day every week to go to the Middle East and maintain world peace, not many people would be able to accept that.
That was my rhythm most of the time. I did the math: on average, I