Chapter 951: Krune’s Cultivator Mind (1/2)

”Hello friend, may I know how you obtained this large boat?”

Upon hearing the man's statement, Krune wasn't even concerned about his motives, rather pleased to strike up a conversation with a fellow human. He smiled in response, stating honestly, ”I made this during the year I spent in a Primary Landmass.”

”A Primary Landmass…” The man frowned, muttering, ”That costs five Godly Points.”

Only then did he notice that Krune was actually sitting in the boat. Even then, he possessed a massive frame, causing the man to feel slightly fearful. He then noticed the Whale Tooth Sword hanging on the boat wall, frowning at its sheer size and quality.

A glance was all he needed to realize that it was way better than the weapon he obtained in the bundle—termed the Bone Arsenal in the Checkpoint Turtle—that cost two Godly Points. So, he could determine that Krune was a tough individual.

Thus, he immediately changed his stance, no longer intending to kill Krune to obtain his boat. He then cupped his fists as he said, ”Boss, my name's Strinker. We're going around as a group to ensure we survive this place.”

”My name's Krune.” Krune faced a bit of awkwardness in showing formality as he hadn't done that for a year now. Though, the familiarity of the interaction allowed him to continue, making a sweeping glance around the Checkpoint Turtle. ”There's a lot of people here this time. There was none when I visited it last year.”

”Last year?” Strinker blurted out in shock, muttering, ”Sir, were you part of the first batch?”

”The first batch? What do you mean?” Krune frowned when he recalled the scene he had witnessed during his second month of stay in the Primary Landmass.

After a confused look, Strinker thought of the time Krune spent on the Primary Landmass, speaking immediately, ”Every month, around 10 million people are dropped in this layer. Eventually, we started to call them as batches.”

He pointed at himself and the people behind him, ”I'm part of the fifth batch while the rest range from the seventh to the tenth batch.”

Krune's eyes widened in surprise as he thought it was time to satiate his curiosity and the feeling of oddity he had sensed long ago. ”Then, which continent are you from?”

”I'm from the Zukra Continent,” Strinker replied.

'Never heard of it.' Krune frowned before continuing to ask, ”Then, how long ago did you arrive in this Sub-Realm? Where was its entrance?”

Hearing the question, Strinker frowned as he responded, ”As I said, I was part of the fifth batch. Also, I didn't see any entrance or anything. One day, I was chasing after a group of people when something hit all of us. Before we realized it, we were already in this place and had turned into mortals.”

'I see, so they hadn't started from layer 4.' Krune nodded in understanding, 'It seemed he was just forcibly dropped here.'

”Then...” Krune looked at the others behind Strinker, asking once more, ”How did the lot of you arrive here? Did everyone appear in this place first?”

”I fell from a cliff. When I thought I would die, I fell into this ocean. By the time I managed to reach the surface, I noticed that my cultivation had disappeared.”

”I was just sleeping when I suddenly drowned. Next thing I knew, I was here.”

”I was just talking with my family when my surroundings changed all of a sudden. I was here before I noticed it.”

Upon hearing all their claims, Krune determined that they were all forcibly dropped in layer 3. Unlike those from the Zamuria Continent, they hadn't voluntarily arrived at the Sub-Realm.

It was Strinker's time to question as he frowned. ”You said this was a Sub-Realm? Then, are we no longer in the God Realm? I thought a spatial anomaly had sent us here. At the very least, that's what all of us had been thinking.”

”No, this is a Sub-Realm created by a God since he was bored. To entertain himself, he placed a lot of treasures in this place. Upon seeing these treasures, we had entered it through its entrance,” Krune replied, noticing the faces of others convulse.

”Fuck! So, we're trapped in a goddamn Sub-Realm!” Strinker cursed, clutching his head in anger. The others also had the same reactions, vexed at the situation. All along, they had been assuming that a spatial anomaly had sent them in this danger zone where they had regressed to their mortal selves. They thought that as long as they traveled in a direction long enough, they would eventually exit the danger zone.

But if it was a Sub-Realm, everything changed. As mortals, they wouldn't be able to leave the Sub-Realm.

Seeing their reactions, Krune pointed at their foreheads, having noticed the tiny dot on their glabella before saying, ”The lot of you have the tablets with you. You can leave this place using them eventually.”

”In the end, that seems to be the only option.” Strinker sighed. ”I thought we would have been able to leave this place as long as we rowed in one direction.”