Chapter 971: Shattered Hope (2/2)

As for Krune, he wasn't any different either. The fact of losing the tickets took a greater toll on their minds than they had expected. Even though he tried to put it off in an optimistic way, he too was plagued by the thought of 'What if?'.

What if even after he accumulated 200 Godly Points, he was unable to find any Checkpoint Turtle? What if the Secondary Landmass was situated in a dangerous ocean area that prevented them from ever leaving it? What if they became too old to even battle by the time they obtained enough Godly Points?

What if he was unable to endure being alone anymore and started a family with the Seamstress? What if he came across Feifei after he had a child with the Seamstress?

Thoughts that he never had as a cultivator swarmed his mind, steeping him in worry. Even though Krune had immense trust in his character and loyalty to his wife, he couldn't guarantee any of that as the current him. Maybe he won't give in for a year or two or three.

But what if a decade had passed? What about two decades later when the signs of aging would become apparent in him? Would he still remain as the same Krune? He wasn't sure. As a mortal, he could be assured in himself.

After all, a mortal's mind was susceptible to the weakness of the passage of time. As a cultivator, even if they were old, they would still maintain the strength dictated by their cultivation base. They wouldn't ever feel weak.

But as a mortal, beyond a point in life, it was only downhill. The body would slowly begin to weaken over the years. And beyond a certain point, they would become too weak to even take care of themselves.

In this dangerous world where they had to constantly fight for survival, even reaching old age wasn't guaranteed. Rather, becoming old was a curse since they would only drag everyone down. That night, they went to bed early.

Krune was woken up quite a few times during the night by Solare, but in the end, he still managed to get enough sleep. When he woke up in the morning, he noticed that the Seamstress was getting dressed. He quickly turned around.

Unlike in the ocean, the gravity was only facing one direction. So, they couldn't use the other side of the boat's surface. Therefore, they slept on the same side. Even though there was around three meters of space between their beds, it was still a bit awkward between them.

Krune began to feed Solare while the Seamstress let out a forced smile, speaking to Krune, ”I'll complete the dam first. The Motor Fishes, too, need water urgently.”

Saying so, she exited the cave, holding with her a couple of coral tools that she had created. She also held a couple of containers of the Healing Extract, soon leaving the place as she traveled using the rope, soon heading towards the topmost cave in the walls.

She then entered the cave, looking at the tank that Krune had created. It had a depth of a meter. As for the dugout soil, he had flattened them into bricks and lined them in one side. His part of the work was impeccable.

The Seamstress carefully jumped into the tank and placed her hand on the floor, slowly emitting a murky white radiance.

Coral Wave!

The floor was soon layered with a thin layer of coral. It acted as a layer to prevent the water from seeping into the ground. She continued with the process, drinking the Healing Extract from time to time to replenish her stamina.

At the end of the day, she layered the insides of the tank with a centimeter-thick layer of coral. It hadn't ended as there was a lot of work to be done. She was already exhausted.

”Work is slow as a mortal.” Sighing, she returned to her cave, plopping to the ground in exhaustion. She then looked around, noticing Krune taking care of the four Mutated Motor Fishes.

He placed two tubs on the ground, filling them with their water reserves, expending more than half the reserves. It wasn't enough for them to live comfortably, but he didn't have many options. It was barely enough to ensure that they wouldn't die.

They were brought with them because Motor Fishes were considered as property. Since they were attached to the boat, they were teleported with the boat. It seemed the teleportation wasn't something that could be selectively executed. It was the advantage they took to bring the Motor Fishes with them.

For the next two days, Krune and the Seamstress hardly conversed, busying themselves with their respective work. At the end of the second day, the Seamstress heaved a sigh of relief in the topmost cave as she muttered to herself, ”Finally, it's done.”

Before her were coral walls that were a meter high. They were a centimeter thick and had been equipped with a tap mechanism.

”Now, to prepare the pipes and other items.” The Seamstress sighed, shaking her head as she continued to work on her next task. ”I hope I can leave this place before my death.”