My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Although the ship styles and folklore of the Deep Sea World were similar to that of the Middle Ages back on Earth, ship routes were extremely well-developed here due to blessings from the Gods.

This map recorded not only every named place within a three-thousand nautical mile radius, but also annotated some basic information that was important to know about those locations.

This helped Su Mo resolve one of his biggest problems, which was his unfamiliarity with the Deep Sea World.

“Since this world is controlled by the Gods, the Deep Sea King is, strictly speaking, not actually a king.
Instead, the official with the most power would be the priest in charge of communicating with the Gods.”

“The nearest large-scale official institution would be the Atlantean Metropolis, which is located a thousand and eight hundred nautical miles away.
The place where I escaped from must be this Bayou Town.”

After calculating the direction and distance he had fled, Su Mo found it easy to locate the place where he had spawned on the map.

Bayou Town and White Sand Island were 140 nautical miles away from each other.
If a small sailboat sailed directly downwind for the entire journey, the time needed to travel that distance was roughly 14 hours.

Bayou Town was one of Sand County’s satellite towns and had become the backbone of the satellite towns’ economy because it had an abundance of treasure fishes that could be sold at a high price in the Deep Sea World.

If passing merchant ships were not at full capacity, they would usually stop by Bayou Town to purchase treasure fishes so that they could later export them and earn a profit from the price difference.

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White Sand Island happened to be located in a place that had to be passed through to get to Bayou Town.

The waters on this route were calm during the day, which made it seem like an ideal route to travel.
However, the winds blew toward the east, which was the opposite of the direction the ships would be traveling in, which meant they had to sail at slow speeds.

Thus, ships that passed by would all dock at the nearby uninhabited islands to spruce up their ships.

When night fell and the wind’s direction changed from east to west, everyone would board their ships once more and arrive at Bayou Town just as the sun rose.

The best time for fishermen to sell the treasure fishes they had caught during the night was early morning.

Then, after loading their ships with the freshest fishes, the ships would continue sailing non-stop toward their final destination.

“This route has been developed and used for three and a half years, and the value of the treasure fishes have also been recognized by the nearby towns.
This route’s importance is rated at two and a half stars, which means that plenty of merchant ships will use it.”

“If I want to loot, no, I mean, if I want to collect toll charges, it would be most suitable to do it between noon to evening while they are resting!”

As Su Mo made careful and thoughtful plans in his mind, he used his knuckles to tap on several spots on the map where merchant ships would likely dock to rest.

It was not easy to be a pirate on the seas.

If he could summon Hope One over, Su Mo would not be afraid to raise his wanted star level to six stars, much less be afraid to loot these merchant ships.

However, there was only a small sailboat on White Sand Island now.
If the other party ended up sailing a large merchant ship, and even if you ignored their weapons and the ship’s sturdiness…

The small sailboat would never be able to catch up to them if they turned and sailed away once they sensed that something was not right.

Moreover, the Level 4 mission was extremely specific.
He needed to loot everything off a merchant ship.

That would require him to either not fight the battle at all, or to fight it until the very end.

Thus, the only time he could strike was when the other ship was moored at the water’s edge, and while the sailors were resting onshore.

At that point, all he needed to do was to sneak onto the ship and gain control over the person in charge of steering the ship, which would ensure the cargo ship would not be able to sail away; then Su Mo could decide on whether he should kill them or let them go.

Su Mo, who was busy plotting his devious plan, did not even realize how much stronger he had become compared to two months ago.

Two months ago, when faced with a group of thugs chiseling away at the Underground Shelter’s outer walls, Su Mo was so nervous that he needed to hype himself up before he dared to dash out and kill the enemy.

Two months later, Su Mo could look at a map and twiddle his thumbs as he planned a small battle that could involve well over a hundred people.

Growth was always something that happened silently.

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The change in Su Mo’s mentality and strength was what allowed him to gradually transform into a powerful person.

The aura that a powerful person like him exuded in his movements was also what allowed Su Mo to easily subdue those nine murlocs.

As his plan gradually took shape, White Sand Island’s sky slowly turned dark.

Since it was an isolated island, the air slowly became cold and wet after night fell.
Although the coconut trees provided some shelter, the sea breeze still caused living creatures to experience a swift drop in body temperature whenever it blew past.

After helping the murlocs build two cabins, White Sand Island’s first “sacrificial ritual” officially began.

Two bonfires were lit, and the pot on the left one contained a tasty treasure fish stew while the one on the right contained a paste made from hardtack.

The nine murlocs joined hands and formed a circle around Su Mo, who was seasoning the food in the pots.
They danced circles around him as they sang.

“Thank you to the great God of the Ocean, whose existence blessed us with the ability to reproduce in the Deep Sea World.
You were the one who sent the commander to us and saved us from slavery!”

“Thank you to the great God of Cooking, we thank you for giving us this scrumptious food that will keep us from freezing during this cold night!”

“Thank you to the mighty commander, who drove the evil Guardians of the Ocean away and protected our right to freedom in the Deep Sea World!”

After saying those three sentences in the human language, the murlocs’ prayers changed back into the foreign races’ obscure and difficult-to-understand language again.
It sounded quite harmonious when paired with the crackling sounds that the bonfire was emitting.

“God of Cooking?”

For some unknown reason, an indescribable feeling washed over Su Mo as he listened to the murlocs’ prayers.

The faint calls buried in the depths of his heart, that had been there since the first two days of the trial, seemed to have become clearer as he listened to the murlocs’ chants from a close distance.

It sounded like a voice was telling him something, and trying to pass a message to him.

However, when Su Mo took into account the fact that he was in the trial world, and that the game might be observing him, he suppressed the urge to attempt “transforming” into his alter-ego and instead focused on seasoning the food in front of him.

As Su Mo poured a bottle of psychic energy water into the soup and noticed how the look in the murlocs’ eyes immediately changed, he laughed and announced the start of the feast.

“Eat, eat.
You will probably soon be part of my team in the Deep Sea World!”

“Try your best to become stronger as quickly as possible!”