Two days later, in the Outer Sea of the Seven Cities Alliance, the sunlight was brutal.
Beneath the scorching Blazing Light, every patch of exposed skin felt deeply stung and itchy, as though wrapped in invisible castor beans.
The wind blowing from afar carried not the slightest coolness. Even the heavy moisture in the air was like steam in a sauna, searing hot as it rushed towards them, as unbearable as being kicked into the waves again and again.
The Prosperity lay quietly moored between the turquoise sea and the heavens, seemingly drifting with the waves as it waited in silence.
After last night's busy work had ended, the Prosperity checked its supplies once more, then dragged Old Tang—who had only just gotten off the ride—aboard, weighed anchor, and left port. Traveling through the night at maximum speed, it headed for the Endless Sea.
Even with Deus Ex Machina's boosts and enhancements, along with Non-Aggression's Metamorphosis, the propellers were practically spinning sparks—and they had still only barely reached the Seven Cities' Outer Sea by now.
That was with the assumption that they had encountered no rough seas along the way.
Ji Jue was already considering when he ought to get an Airship and mount the Workshop on it... Bro, 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... Mm, that actually sounded pretty good?
Under the parasol, Ji Jue sipped Ice Cola and leisurely held his fishing rod, enjoying the pleasures of sea fishing—until he saw an eyesore swimming past in the sea with a splash-splash, like a seal.
"Woohoo~"
Then it swam back with another splash-splash.
"Woohoo~"