"Too slow... please finish modifying the ship within six days, and conserve as much of the Source of the World as possible! You need to understand that the Source of the World is our trump card, our life. We have to leave ourselves some room for error!"
Gangduo slapped the table hard and said sternly, "Mobilize everyone, men and women, young and old, technical staff and logistics officers alike! Understood?"
"Understood, sir!" The Macrosteel People tugged hard on their beards, stood up, and roared in unison-this was their standard ritual when making a pledge.
Gangduo nodded, fairly satisfied with everyone's morale. It was countless times better than when they had first fallen into the Abyss!
At first, even Gangduo himself had been filled with despair. He had only gone out to salvage ore prepared to die, never expecting things to take a turn and actually reveal a sliver of hope!
He cleared his throat again. "In addition, we need to find a way to pursue the next stage of cooperation with the Transcendent."
Everyone perked up.
"What do we have here that could appeal to him?"
Gangduo lowered his voice. "Once we shut down the Source of the World, monsters will definitely invade. If this Transcendent is willing to help, our soldiers' casualties will drop significantly! This is the Abyss, thousands upon thousands of times more dangerous than the Demon God's Sea. You don't think we'll be able to rest easy from now on, do you?"
"It wouldn't even be unusual for there to be monsters we can't fight."
"Also, if we could ask him to salvage some minerals from the seabed of the Abyss, they would be an invaluable treasure to us."
"But we have to offer something in return..."
Those words were quite realistic.
Yet even after racking