After the initial excitement of arriving at Mercury 42 faded, the beautiful clouds and sea seemed to have lost their charm.
Or perhaps it was the opposite. The endless, unchanging expanse of sea and sky had simply numbed them.
Watching the Morning Sun from the deck in the morning and the sunset from the deck at night, another day passed in a blur. Without even noticing any difference, it felt as if time and life itself were being wasted away for nothing. No wonder so many sailors developed psychological problems when all they did was travel by ship.
"Today's lunch has unlimited vegetables. Zone Two is holding the Dark Hot Pot Competition; warriors carrying ingredients can try it for free. Warning to those at the front: Zhi Xi has been spotted. Zone Three's arcade competition continues, with Yellow Peach Canned Goods from home as the prize. Zone Four is showing a movie."
The entertainment available in Lu PingAn's courtyard probably surpassed that of most "aircraft carriers." Thus, despite being only a "small boat," its endurance far exceeded that of other races' vessels, both physically and mentally.
Even so, Lu PingAn was starting to lose patience.
"Too boring."
He had not enjoyed even two peaceful days. Running trade routes every day, fighting fishmen, gathering intelligence—although it was clearly profitable, it was still boring him sick.
He knew that training new sailors while conducting experimental training for the Long-Hand Tribe, exploring the paths they were best suited to develop—these were all worthwhile investments that required time to accumulate and bear fruit.
But when everyone else had work to do and his main job every day was watching the sun rise and set, he still could not take it anymore.
"If you're so idle, help me shoulder some of it."
Xia Qin said