The night passed without incident...
Ugh.
Actually, there was no concept of "night." The Nether Sea was always dark and gloomy, roughly like the moment night had just fallen. Time was mainly measured by the tolling of bells.
Every shichen.
The nearby bell tower would automatically ring to announce the time.
Every six shichen.
The lights on the bell tower would change.
Red light.
White light.
Alternating with each other.
Extremely precise.
The lights were not used to divide day and night. After all, introducing a day-and-night cycle into a dark region was meaningless.
Their main purpose was to confirm that the lighthouse was functioning normally.
Day and night were unimportant.
But the concept of time was extremely important.
However.
Perhaps the habits of ancient ancestors had been rediscovered, or perhaps the concept had been brought over by outsiders.
In any case, no one could say when it had begun, but this change between red and white lights had gradually come to be regarded as the alternation of day and night. White light represented daytime, while red light represented nighttime...
What the hell.
Even a place as dark as this could be considered daytime.
Apart from the bell tower.
Only mechanical clocks purchased from the clock shop on West Street could be used in the Nether Sea.
Supernatural phenomena affected clocks.
The Nether Sea affected them even more severely.
Specially made clocks from the outside world were useless in Demon Port.
They would suffer severe malfunctions.
The hands would move wildly for no reason.
They could not measure time at all.
Therefore, the first thing everyone who arrived at Demon Port did was go to West Street and buy a watch.
If one stayed in Demon Port, it was fine.
But if one intended to go out to sea.
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