Two days later, in the Outer Sea of the Seven Cities Alliance, the sunlight was tyrannical.
Beneath the scorching Blazing Light, every patch of exposed skin felt a deep stabbing pain and itch, as though wrapped in invisible castor beans.
The wind blowing from afar carried not the slightest coolness. Even the thick moisture was like steam in a sauna, bearing searing heat as it slapped into their faces, as though someone kept kicking them into the waves again and again—unbearable.
The Prosperity lay quietly anchored between the blue sea and the heavens, drifting with the waves as it waited in silence.
After last night's hectic work had ended, the Prosperity confirmed its supplies once more, then dragged Old Tang—who had only just gotten off the vehicle—away to weigh anchor and leave port. It raced through the night at maximum speed toward the Endless Sea.
Even with the blessing and enhancement of Deus Ex Machina, even with the metamorphic elevation of Non-Aggression, enough to make the propellers spin sparks, they had only barely reached the Outer Sea of the Seven Cities by now.
And that was with no bad sea conditions encountered along the way.
Ji Jue had already begun considering when he ought to get himself an Airship and mount the workshop on it—man, this thing was way more useful than a ship!
At the very least, it was fast!
But what should he call it when the time came?
Isis's Little Plane. You could hold it in your hand and go whoosh whoosh whoosh—hmm, that actually seemed pretty good?
Beneath the sunshade, Ji Jue drank Ice Cola and leisurely held his fishing rod, enjoying the pleasures of sea fishing. Then he saw an eyesore swimming through the water with splish-splash sounds like a seal.
"Woohoo—"
Then it splish-splashed