Endless Ocean: Escape Starting from a Canoe

Chapter 351 The Hall of Myriad Forms
"Yes, you're really lucky! You won't have to go through the same hardships that your father and I went through."

"They're practically royalty!"

The other captain, rubbing the little guy's head damp with mist, calmed down slightly from his initial overwhelming joy. So much Mist Island Crystal—even if divided equally among every ship and every person, it would be an inexhaustible fortune!
Once they return from this trip, they will all be people of high status!

Upper Class?
Children at sea are intelligent.

Born of the ocean and having witnessed countless scenes amidst the wind and waves, eight-year-old Croto looked at the misty crystals and understood that whether one becomes a superior person or a top-tier person depends on one's own choice.

Among these old buddies, the strongest is only a D-rank Awakener.

They are mutually restrictive and in balance.

The skill he acquired from his dream, "Forgetful Return to Dust," was far more powerful than his father's D-rank skill in terms of its expressiveness. Out of curiosity, he once used this skill on a still-living sea fish when no one was around. The enormous, plump fish instantly turned to dust and vanished.

In terms of power, it's at least a B-level weapon.

It could be even stronger.

As long as I take action, all these crystallized islands will belong to me. The other three drifting ships will return to dust, just like that sea fish, along with their crew members, all disappearing into the mist without any accidents.

His little brain was working, and he stood at a crossroads in his life.

To the left,
Or to the right?
The captains had already begun packing the crystals from the misty island into the sturdiest boxes, their faces beaming with the joy of their harvest. Their hearts were still pounding, and their eyes were filled with endless anticipation for the future: once they returned, they would buy a property on Fire Seed, thus escaping their status as lowly captains, and live a life of either peace and quiet or extravagance and debauchery...

Little did they know, their fate rested on the shoulders of an eight-year-old child.

Croto stood there quietly.

He hardened his heart, clenched his fist, and a rhomboid cube appeared in his palm. As long as he pushed this cube out, the "Forgetful Return to Dust" would be activated, and all the creatures on the four ships, except for him and his father, would die.

He gritted his teeth.

A gust of wind blew by, and suddenly he was reminded of the past.

The ships supported each other through stormy seas, banding together to defend against enemies. Together they repelled attacks from Silver-class drifting ships, and also narrowly escaped from a C-class sea monster. They once purchased a beer-making system from a trading ship and hosted a beer banquet. Occasionally, they would play football on deck, which was said to be their national sport...

The sea breeze did not disperse the fog, but it did cause the cube in his palm to dissipate slightly.

Croto gripped his right arm tightly with his left hand.

There was a struggle in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Croto? Are you feeling uncomfortable after being in the fog for so long?"

"We'll be back soon."

His father noticed his son's unusual behavior, walked over and patted him on the shoulder with his rough, large hand. Croto recalled his father's hardships over the years, including this adventure into the Lung, where every step was like walking on the edge of the abyss, extremely difficult.

People are superior to people,
Or is he one of the top people?
He felt like he was caught in a giant net, struggling every second. This was supposed to be a celebration, so why was it so painful?
His father knelt down and hugged his head.

I rubbed it.

Shouts came from not far away.

"Ronaldo, there are 412 in total. If you don't come over soon, don't say we miscalculated!"

"coming!"

Ronaldo kissed Croto on the forehead, then stood up and walked toward the pile of misty crystals.

412 piece.

If divided on average, each ship would get 103 crystals, which is not bad. These Misty Isle Crystals are enough for the father and son to settle down in the Fire Seed and live a life of luxury, and also allow the father to become a B-level Awakener.

enough.

The hesitation in his eyes dissipated.

The cube in his hand also vanished into nothingness.

……

Wanxiang Kun felt very disappointed. Humans are truly boring and complicated creatures.

Survival of the fittest, the lifespan of humans is only sixty years, as fleeting as a ephemeral mushroom or a cicada. Yet, we are so entangled in these unnecessary emotions.

But fate itself is nothing more than a plaything to oneself.

Let alone a human infant?
……

"412 Misty Isle Crystals! More than 400! I heard that not long ago, the captain of the [Golden Sphere] killed an A-level sea beast and sold it for a full 400 Pure Dome Crystals. If we round it up, we can also say that we killed an A-level sea beast!"

"Hahaha, old smoker, if you had really encountered an A-level sea monster, you'd probably be ashes by now!"

Croto listened to their conversation.

A-level sea monster.

It can make someone become an A-level Awakened.

400 Pure Crystals can be used to purchase the blood of an A-grade sea beast.

The difference between A-level and B-level is like heaven and earth. Why should I give up the opportunity to become an A-level awakener and only remain at the level of a superior person? Such an opportunity is something I may never encounter in this lifetime. Why let it slip away?
His mind started to wander.

"A-level?"

Ronaldo sighed.

“Old folks, we’re all getting old. My life’s wish is to take Krotor to the Firestarter and live a peaceful life. I don’t want to live this wandering life for even a day longer, you son of a bitch Awakened.”

"Licking blood from the edge of a knife, a never-ending cycle!"

"Whoever wants to be it can be it!"

"Hey, I heard there's still a real athletic field on the site of the Fire Seed!"

"Let's get together then! Let's get together! Damn it, I haven't played real football in over thirty years!"

"Row!"

A cry of a kun echoed in Krotto's mind, a sound that seemed to come from both an extremely distant place and a place very close at hand.

I want to be the best of the best.

I want to become an A-level Awakened!
Croto suddenly stretched out his right hand, and a gray cube formed in front of his palm. The powerful pressure instantly attracted everyone's attention. Then, amidst the shock, the gray cube suddenly expanded, spreading to nearly a thousand cubic meters, easily enveloping all the creatures on the four drifting ships.

The cube expanded, then suddenly contracted.

It transformed back into a gray cube the size of a misty islet crystal, vanishing without a trace.

S-rank skill, Forget the Ruins and Return to Dust.

This is one of the signature skills of Wanxiang Kun when it was still an S-class sea beast.

The sole survivor fell out of the cube—a stunned Ronaldo. He looked at his son in disbelief, then at his old comrades who had turned to dust…

The countless crystallized fog islands piled up on the deck also dissipated into fog.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

……

Wan Xiangkun was satisfied with the experience of the script he had directed, and then suddenly sensed a trace of unfamiliar Holy Temple-level power in the surrounding sea, which was extremely tempting, comparable to the power of the Misty Isle Crystal for humans.

Could this be the ripple of fate I sensed earlier?
woo-

It quickly withdrew from its reverie, let out a soft chirp, and its body transformed into countless butterflies, swimming and searching deep within the earth's lungs.

Faced with immense temptation, all living beings will flock to it, and even the rulers of fate are no different from humans.

(End of this chapter)