Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1857: Chapter 1852: Vessel Seedbed (7)

When faced with the threat of death, people often become more flexible and adaptable.

No matter how difficult, getting a broken ship to start is always a good thing.

And it seems that this insight is shared not only by White and Jill.

Their performance was evident when no one objected as soon as Jill raised the question, and one by one, everyone’s eyes shifted to White.

The core qualities that made White the team leader are likely not just his combat skills, but also his familiarity with the place.

"Below."

And Sir White didn’t seem keen on disappointing anyone.

With a cold laugh and a single word, he sent shockwaves through everyone’s eyes.

"Deeper?"

The one most scared by this suggestion that defies logic was none other than Miss An.

Always low-key in survival, she was the first to speak up, her tone carrying a sense of resistance.

"There will definitely be more prisoners down there, but we don’t know what state they’re in.

"Besides, the entire underwater route is completely sealed. Are you planning to dig your way out from there?

"It’s not impossible, as long as you’re willing."

Without minding this powerless questioning, White continued with a low chuckle, turned directly around, and started walking back, unconcerned about everyone’s reaction.

"I know it doesn’t feel simple down there... But what else is there if we keep going down?"

Exchanging glances, the fastest to follow was the athlete Li, which didn’t stop him from voicing his doubts.

"There are other types of routes that don’t require passing through the sea to reach the island directly."

Already a distance ahead, White’s voice still clearly reached back.

...

This might be why Mr. Scholar was so surprised when I asked if the place was entirely submerged.

It seems that the Night Watchman usually transports prisoners via water routes.

Perhaps it’s a method to increase psychological pressure through an immersive experience?

The air was eerily quiet; as Fu Qian watched the quickly persuaded others, he wasn’t surprised to follow along.

"Is this place partially embedded in the rock, with passages inside leading directly to the island?"

The six-person team quickly formed, and Mr. White’s satisfaction was evident in front, yet Jill hurried a few steps to inquire about her guesses.

"What else could you think?"

Shooting her a sidelong glance, White sarcastically retorted.

"But that area’s always been a restricted zone, and even I can’t go there freely; the passage is on the penultimate level.

"Additionally, it looks like you guys were quite fruitful, managing to find two people immediately."

However, clearly aware of the gravity of the issue, he refrained from making outrageous statements, continuing with an explanation, and even gave a leader-like compliment.

"We didn’t expect it either; we were almost giving up as we moved along..."

Even though White suddenly shifted the topic, Jill appeared unmoved by the praise.

"Now, the three of us are in the worst condition... How long will it take to get there, and is there anything along the way that might temporarily suppress Crimson Frenzy?"

As she spoke, she glanced at the few behind, letting out a light sigh.

From the conversation, it was completely evident that this team was initially approached by White with those two, realizing they were slightly weak, decided to separately recruit more hands.

The result was Jill found them, while White found An.

Moreover, it’s easy to understand why Jill’s emotions were a bit complex, as the three later found were obviously in a lighter state.

It’s tempting to imagine the possibility of working hard only to suit others’ purposes.

That’s also why she hoped for something to slow the progression.

"Unfortunately, Siren didn’t prepare for such poisoning behavior."

But the next moment, White relentlessly shattered this fantasy.

"You’re so sure someone deliberately spread it?"

Before Jill could say anything, Scholar, who just barely controlled his emotions, couldn’t hold back any longer and quickly asked.

"Otherwise? Siren captured someone with Crimson Frenzy and imprisoned them without detecting anything during the inspections?"

And just like the previous introduction, White’s attitude towards Mr. Scholar carried a hint of mockery, deliberately staring into his eyes as he spoke.

"Well, that’s..."

The latter instantly lost momentum, muttering to himself.

The statement was quite irrefutable.

After all, it’s a top-notch organization; the symptoms of Crimson Frenzy are quite obvious, and Siren wouldn’t be negligent to that extent.

"Yasui?"

Just when he quieted down, another typically silent An suddenly uttered a name.

...

"Even though the conflict is escalating, the Night Watchman clearly avoids actions like spreading contamination, so it wouldn’t happen easily... But this place is quite fitting."

No one responded, yet An didn’t mind the silence and continued.

"Aside from being a prison, it’s far from an ordinary island; it’s essentially a maritime fortress. If crazed enough, the probability of doing such things here isn’t impossible, and Yasui indeed has the capability to do so."

"There are no ordinary people on this island."

As the crowd listened attentively, White interrupted her speech.

"So no matter how things turn, the Night Watchman won’t interfere."

His supplemental remarks showed strong agreement with An’s thoughts and even suggested that Yasui could indeed act without scruples.

"It sounds like you have a lot of faith in your company’s approach."

While helping the group find a target for their grievance, White’s tone shifted, and he spoke meaningfully to Miss An.

She’s from Yasui?

This revelation startled more than one person.

As one relatively fortunate victim, to be a captive from Yasui explains the complex emotions she held earlier.

"Yes, I am confident... I hope you can make me more confident."

Taking a deep breath, Miss An candidly admitted the next moment and looked up at the series of barely visible metal doors they’d been passing.

Thump!

As if in response to her, another loud noise struck from behind a door.

Not only that, the commotion seemed contagious, as chaos erupted from multiple cells.

This area clearly had a significant infection of Crimson Frenzy.

But thinking positively, it was evident no new teammates needed to be sought inside those cells.

"How much farther?"

Retracting her gaze, the now-calm An stared at White and asked.

"How far? Ten steps perhaps."

Proving his worth as the team leader, he merely paused, squinted, and estimated.

In the next moment, under multiple startled gazes, a tiny spark floated from White’s fingertips, landing on a wall ahead.