"Three hundred years ago? That was a long time ago. Does it really still exist?"
Amphitrite was somewhat doubtful that the wreck could still be found. After all, three hundred years was enough for a giant to live out an entire lifetime.
"Who knows? Sometimes we come back empty-handed, and sometimes we find pleasant surprises. You haven't been with us long, but this is actually our main source of income."
Nereus and his group did not normally survive by plundering. Defeating enemies and seizing spoils was another matter, but unless there was something they absolutely needed to obtain, money was rarely their target.
The Fish-Man Pirates' main source of income was the deep sea.
"The Lunarians should have records of the previous world, right?"
"They did before, but I couldn't find any by my time. I only heard that long ago, when our race was still at its peak, there was far more land than there is now."
Amphitrite sat by the window, looking at Eve's roots that blanketed the sky above Fish-Man Island—Fish-Man Island's "sun."
The light from above was dimming. It seemed night had fallen outside as well.
"More or less. It's said that the world once had a single connected continent. Even the Red Line was only part of that land back then, while the scattered islands across the world are merely fragments of it.
"But during the Great War several centuries ago, those lands were shattered beyond recognition. Countless kingdoms vanished into the deep sea.
"Their wealth, technology, and countless other things were buried beneath the waves as well.
"For humans, excavating those things requires enormous effort. But for us, as long as we can determine the location, retrieving them is no more difficult than lifting a hand."
It was not limited to things that had