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After receiving everyone’s parts and becoming able to dive even deeper, Sally started rowing her boat towards the place she had set her mind on.

“If only we could both use it, I’d ask Iz to make me one of those jet skis.”

Sally was craving for a little more speed, since traveling by boat was more relaxed than the 7th Layer’s horseback riding. Being able to explore at her leisure with Maple was fine, but a jet ski had its charm since being efficient was also important, which ma ...

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