On the outskirts of the Sea of Miracles.
Tens of thousands of ships of varying sizes joined together and moved slowly, spanning more than ten kilometers in a magnificent spectacle at sea.
They were brightly lit, especially around the perimeter, where Light Containers had been deliberately used for illumination, driving back the darkness surging in from the sea.
This was actually the New World Fleet's newly completed base, built on a foundation of numerous player ships.
Compared with the "crude village" once simply lashed together with ropes and iron chains, this "mobile city" was a tremendous improvement. It already had all the basic functions of a town, and large numbers of players could be seen moving around inside.
The New World Fleet now had over seventy thousand members. Including slaves purchased from the Golden Commerce Guild-primarily Cyclopes, generally employed as guards and laborers-its total population was approaching a hundred thousand.
They had originally been developing within the Sea of Miracles, but as the fleet grew, they inevitably attracted the attention of some indigenous people, triggering a series of troubles.
So Shen Guanquan had moved the fleet to the outskirts of the Sea of Miracles.
Here, daylight lasted less than an hour each day, and black fog might strike late at night, but the advantage was... they would almost never encounter indigenous people. Situated between light and darkness, it was an excellent hiding place.
At that moment, aboard Hope.
The silver-haired Shen Guanquan was worrying over the fleet's next stage.
Now that the vision of a "mobile city" had largely been realized, two paths lay ahead.
The first was to continue construction and build a thriving metropolis at sea.
The second was to push ahead with exploration, venture together into the Sea of No Light, and find a Player Island to