Treasure Hunting System： The Ocean Conquerer-Chapter 668 - 305 Bubble World/Sea of Moisture_3

The shared Dream Bubbles possibly transformed her more significantly than anyone else.

They only constructed all sorts of exaggerated and outrageous training facilities within the bubbles to train certain aspects of their abilities to levels impossible in the outside world.

They also practiced their skills in the training grounds, while testing their concepts of strength.

The feeling of fighting with abandon finally allowed them to know what stage their companions' strength had reached.

Only in life-and-death battles could they deeply commit to memory their companions' tactics and the extent of their capabilities, so that in future battles, they could cooperate perfectly.

By this time, they had been sailing for over 100 days and nights. Still, they hadn't seen the lush green Sea of Moisture. However, they didn't mind now. They had plenty of time to wait and weren't anxious at all.

The changes brought by the shared Dream Bubbles seemed minimal, but in truth, they greatly benefited everyone. It was far more useful than they had imagined; it could be said this was one of the best changes Alka had brought.

Alka, Chadite, and Lucilia sat on the deck. Pororo swam frantically nearby.

Speaking of which, Pororo might have spent the least time in the Dream Realm. It was only a few hours more than its regular sleep, as it mainly constructed trials for itself there. The rest of its time was spent in the ocean.

Juanlu was in the kitchen, while Jason and the Crystal Dragon were in the lookout. However, the Crystal Dragon was at the top of the lookout. It seemed to be growing larger and larger. And Alka still hadn't seen its Dream Bubble, even when it was asleep. As it grew in size, it was foreseeable that soon it wouldn't be able to enter the rooms or cabins. It could only move on the deck and the roofs of the forecastle and poop deck.

"The reason we haven't seen any larger islands and have only encountered ordinary desolate islands, even after sailing for 100 days and nights, is because this route is inherently like this," Alka said, looking at the notes in her hand. She also had her own understanding of this statement; after all, an island's cycle might span hundreds of years, which was practically the same as being random.

"According to extensive research by scholars of the Holy Machine Church," Alka continued, "the islands of the Endless Sea are not completely random. It's just that they are numerous, and their random appearances are spread over very long periods, making comprehensive recording very difficult. The vast area of the Sea of Moisture, and the safe zones upon it formed from what were once islands, came into being as it traveled. These zones were created from the islands it collided with along its path. Due to its massive area wandering the Endless Sea, it inevitably collided with numerous mobile islands. The Sea of Moisture incorporated these islands as part of itself. Over tens of thousands of years of movement, all islands that might have entered this region along its path ceased to exist there. From this, we can infer that the Endless Sea, seemingly completely chaotic, actually has certain rules governing its randomly drifting islands. It's just that these rules are nearly impossible for human effort to map out and calculate.

"But from this, we also drew a conclusion. Based on it, we plotted the Sea of Moisture's route. That's why we prepared enough supplies. Because if we want to pursue it, constantly sailing along its inevitable path means we might inevitably find ourselves in a situation where we don't encounter a single inhabited island. Because all the islands that would drift along this route in this region have long since been absorbed by the Sea of Moisture."

"So that's why we haven't encountered any slightly larger islands these 100 days and nights?" Lucilia asked.

Alka nodded. "That's precisely it."

"Who knows how long it will be until we encounter the Sea of Moisture? We can't possibly be the unluckiest ones, right?" Hearing Alka and the others chatting below, Jason poked his head out from the lookout and called down.

Pororo, who had just leaped up from the sea, looked up at him. "With you here, it's not impossible, you know."

"What did you say? Do you believe I'll have Ulu Liwus swallow you in one gulp?"

"Oh, I'm so scared. So, are you the Giant Dragon's Warrior, or is the Giant Dragon your warrior?"

"..."

Watching the two bickering as usual, the others nearby didn't even bother to lift their heads.

"But you have a point; I don't want to be the unluckiest," Alka said.

Indeed, no one wanted to be the unluckiest. According to the reports from exploration teams that had used this route to search for the Sea of Moisture: the quickest team took only 20 days and nights, while the slowest took over 200. The crucial detail was that the second slowest team took 120 days and nights. They were approaching the record of the second slowest. Once they exceeded that duration, they would become the new second slowest—or, more simply, the second unluckiest.

If that happened, they wouldn't be able to shake off the title of "second unluckiest."

When Simon had recorded and used this data, the personnel in charge had already stated that if possible, after his exploration, Simon should submit a simple, non-confidential record of his actions to the Holy Machine Church for their archives. They had emphasized that this was valuable data; since Simon's team benefited from existing records, they should, in turn, contribute their own.

"AH! AH!"

Hearing Jason's shouts from above, everyone looked up at him.

"What happened? Why are you shouting like that? Did you find something?"

Jason pointed forward and to the side, looking rather excited. "Look there! Quickly, look over there!"

Upon hearing this, it instantly crossed everyone's minds that they might have encountered the Sea of Moisture. They all turned their heads to look in the direction Jason was pointing.

In that direction, at the furthest limit of their vision, the entire horizon line where the sea met the sky had turned a lush green. It formed a distinct contrast with the azure blue of the sea surface. That long green line was so vast, it completely encompassed the limit of their vision. This was an incredibly vast and peculiar expanse of sea.

"Looks like we're not that unlucky, huh," Jason looked down at Pororo and said with a smile.

"Alright, go wake Simon up. We've reached our destination," Alka said, her gaze fixed on the distant green coastline. They still didn't know which part of the vast Sea of Moisture they were facing.

"What do you all think lies ahead? Which region is it?" Jason couldn't help but call down from above. "It can't be that most dangerous part..."

Before he could finish, he saw the dangerous looks from everyone below.

"Alright, alright, I'll shut up, okay?"