Motorless Ascending Submersible

After playing around for a while, Mo Qiong surfaced.

It wasn't even dawn yet. He lay on the sea, eyes closed, deep in thought.

He imagined firing a giant bubble first, then diving inside and letting it carry him.

But that was just a fantasy. No matter how big the bubble, the pressure of the seawater would break it into countless smaller bubbles, just like firing a water ball in the air – it would be broken up by air resistance into tiny droplets.

While they wouldn't be affected by resistance and would still reach their destination, they wouldn't mind shattering into pieces along the way.

"I really need to buy a diving respirator. I'll just float on the surface and head back for now."

Mo Qiong blew a breath, letting the airbag propel him forward. He floated on the sea's surface, like surfing, and sped towards Yan Da's coast.

To help him see where he was going, he inflated the airbags on his feet and waist. This allowed him to move forward in a gliding motion.

At extreme speeds, he broke through large amounts of seawater, which all surged towards the shore at a certain velocity.

Layer upon layer, they quickly formed two rows of giant waves that followed behind Mo Qiong.

The waves grew larger and larger. When Mo Qiong reached the beach, he was hit by the pursuing giant waves and thrown several meters away.

This wasn't caused by the waves piling up, but because he had deliberately maintained a specific landing point as he broke through the seawater, causing more and more water to surge towards the shore.

From this, Mo Qiong realized that if he maintained a specific landing point and moved at high speed within a medium, he could create towering tidal waves or howling gales.

If enough seawater and air collided, it would result in tsunamis and typhoons.

Mo Qiong was soaked. It was too late to return to the dorms, so he got a hotel room.

After a shower and a night's sleep, the first thing he did upon waking the next day was to rent a warehouse by the sea.

He couldn't possibly store a large amount of equipment in his dorm; he needed his own place.

The warehouse didn't need to be large, thirty square meters would suffice. After setting up his equipment, he ordered a set of diving gear before returning to school.

He requested three days off, not with a formal leave request, but a phone call.

When he returned to school to get a leave form from his counselor, the counselor immediately told him, "You're marked down for truancy."

"..."

"I was only going to be gone for a day, but something came up that delayed me... I mentioned it on the phone," Mo Qiong said.

"Ran into some human traffickers?" the counselor asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah."

The counselor shook his head. "Don't tell me that. I can only approve one day off. Three days require the department head's approval. Just calling me isn't enough."

"I told the department head too," Mo Qiong said.

The counselor replied, "I know you told him, and he even verified the situation with me. But what am I supposed to say? That you heroically fought human traffickers? That's not something you can just say. Without any official recognition afterwards, how can I justify it?"

Mo Qiong sighed. He knew it would be like this. "But I really did catch some human traffickers."

"Come on. If you really had that kind of honor, it would be an honor for our school. The department head would personally commend you, and even I would benefit from it," the counselor said with a smile.

Mo Qiong's eyes lit up. "If I really had that honor, wouldn't that be good for you and the class too?"

The counselor was taken aback. "Of course, it would."

"Then you have to approve my leave requests in the future," Mo Qiong said.

The counselor chuckled. "You're something else. You're not focusing on your studies but thinking about taking leave. If you really have the honor you mentioned on the phone, you can take as many days off as you want, let alone three."

"It's a deal," Mo Qiong said with a smile.

The counselor waved his hand. "Alright, stop messing with me. If you had that honor, the department head would have called me directly by now."

"Ring ring..." The phone on the desk rang.

The counselor paused and looked at Mo Qiong.

Mo Qiong shrugged and mouthed, "It might not be about me, but I definitely didn't lie to you."

The counselor blinked and picked up the phone.

"Hello?... Uh, Department Head... Mo Qiong? Yes, he's my student... You asked about him yesterday..." As he spoke, the counselor stared at Mo Qiong in astonishment.

Mo Qiong shrugged and mouthed, "My truancy..."

The counselor took a deep breath and continued on the phone, "Subdued five human traffickers? Then I must have been mistaken. My student did ask for leave, yes, yes, he told you the same thing, right? Then it was indeed my mistake. Yes, we should clear the truancy... He clearly had requested leave."

"What about Mo Qiong's usual situation? His situation..."

"He's doing great! His grades are good, and he works part-time. I recall he's..."

He looked at Mo Qiong again. How was he supposed to know what kind of job Mo Qiong had?

Mo Qiong smiled at him and mouthed, "Delivers food..."

"Um... I remember he delivers food. Yes, he's very diligent. He also participates in club activities when he has time. He's in the..."

This time, Mo Qiong didn't need the counselor to signal him. He quickly wrote down his club and any class honors he had received on a piece of paper.

The counselor read as he spoke, "He's the starting goalkeeper for the Football Club. He plays very well. I often go to support him in person."

Blah blah blah, the counselor went on to describe Mo Qiong's usual academic performance.

He actually didn't remember that much; Mo Qiong basically needed to prompt him.

However, the school leader on the other end of the phone didn't know this and thought he was very concerned about this student.

"Yes, he's back... Okay, I'll notify him."

After hanging up, the counselor stood up with excitement.

Mo Qiong chuckled, "Did they call me to collect five hundred yuan?"

The counselor patted him and said, "More than that! The department is also rewarding you two thousand. Let me tell you, the five human traffickers you caught are linked to a bigger case."

Mo Qiong knew, of course. The case had even been successfully concluded.

But the counselor clearly didn't know that yet, and Mo Qiong didn't plan to say more.

So he said, "We had an agreement, didn't we? If I need to take more leave in the future, you have to help me."

The counselor smiled, "Sure, you can. But why do you need so much leave?"

"To work, to earn money, to make a living..." Mo Qiong replied.

Mo Qiong's counselor was very young. Mo Qiong was his first batch of students. Having this honor brought him quite a few benefits.

With his help, Mo Qiong wouldn't have to worry about taking leave anymore, as long as it wasn't too many consecutive days.

After settling things with the counselor in a few words, Mo Qiong collected his money and awards, attended a class meeting, and the next day went directly to see the boat.

"Still thirty-five thousand left..."

This amount was only enough to buy a slightly larger alloy fishing boat. A single cabin, single-person operation type.

But that was enough. He looked for a long time and finally chose a pure white, two-story fishing boat.

The upper deck was for driving, and the cabin was for cargo. It wasn't much larger than a regular speedboat.

The boat itself wasn't expensive, only a few tens of thousands.

But equipping it with first-class accessories, and even reinforcing the lower deck's cargo hold and modifying it with a sealed cabin door, was very costly.

As well as completing all the various procedures for the boat, including registration and reporting to the maritime bureau.

In the end, it cost Mo Qiong three hundred thousand.

Furthermore, he couldn't obtain a fishing license. This boat, while looking like a fishing vessel, could only be used as a yacht.

However, Mo Qiong didn't care. He wasn't concerned with everything being legal.

Once he was out at sea, who would know if he was only in navigable waters?

Furthermore, who would know that this ordinary-looking fishing boat, with its sealed cabin door, could actually dive?

Mo Qiong's accessories also included ordinary sonar. Paired with his abilities, this could actually be a submarine...

"The air compressor is so big. It looks like it can only fit in the cargo hold."

Mo Qiong also bought a set of air compressors. This machine could compress air into gas storage tanks.

And these storage tanks weren't just for supplying the diving respirator; they also served as a propulsion system... and could even be a weapon.

High-pressure gas released from the tank, not through the diving respirator, had an initial velocity of seventy to one hundred fifty meters per second.

In other words, this could also be the speed of his boat. As long as it was kept in the sealed cabin, releasing some air towards the wall.

The airflow would hit the cabin walls, and even without the engine running, the boat could still sail on the sea.

"I can go as far as I want. If I encounter a maritime patrol boat, I'll just dive. I won't even need fuel."