Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

It was pitch black, but seemed to be a strange space with light.

Alka looked at the dark space and her feet on the silent water.

At some point, his shoes had disappeared, and his feet were just stepping naked on the water.

There seemed to be a touch of coldness under my feet.

An inexplicable meaning surrounds my heart.

Quiet and peaceful, gentle as the wind.

Although I have never been here before, I don't care about this place in my heart, and I am not curious about its origins.

I just want to stay where I am, and time seems to be unable to pass through my body.

"Ding dong!"

A drop, like the sound of water droplets falling on the surface of the water.

The water surface ahead ripples.

Wave after wave of water spread around until it disappeared into the bright darkness.

With ripples.

Something is coming out of the water.

Alka looked at this scene.

There was no fear or curiosity in my heart.

Only peace remains.

A female figure slowly emerged from the water. Her eyes were full of love and longing as she looked at him.

Her face seemed blurry, but it seemed very clear.

This is exactly my mother.

She opened her hand towards Alka and grabbed it, and finally dropped it weakly.

There was a trace of reluctance and relief in the smile on his face.

Want to walk over.

Wanted to grab her hand.

When this idea just appeared in my mind.

One foot has already been stepped out.

Memories are emerging, some of Alka's and some of his own.

The mother's face in front of her gradually began to become blurry.

The pace quickens.

However, the distance did not change at all.

Jump up and run wildly.

When your feet step on the water, ripples appear in circles.

The distance didn't change at all.

A canoe appeared next to my mother at some point.

It's like it's always been there.

There is a wooden paddle on it, and a small lantern hanging on the bow.

The mother's figure gently stepped into the canoe, then sat on it, picked up the oar and started to slide gently on the water.

Finally, she turned around.

His face became clearer, and his eyes were full of reluctance.

In the end, all Alka saw was her mother's back, drifting away into the darkness.

She sat in the boat and headed into the darkness with a lantern.

"Hoo, ho..."

At this time, he knelt down weakly on the water, panting heavily.

A certain thought in my mind completely disappeared.

Tears that were not his own, but burst out of his eyes.

Like a rising river dam.

Ripples appeared in circles on the water in front of him.

Although there wasn't much change, there was a feeling in my mind.

I have truly integrated into this body, and my memory is no longer sluggish.

My body feels more relaxed, and my head feels a lot brighter.

The scene changed drastically.

The light above his head shines straight down.

I opened my eyes suddenly and found that I was back in reality, still maintaining the same posture as before, with my hands crossed on my shoulders.

"What was that just now? Did I hallucinate?"

Alka couldn't help but look at the priest in front of her and asked.

The priest shook his head: "That is the river leading to the world of death. Under the blessing of the Stone Mother, her relatives were able to send her on her last journey."

Then he added: "Don't worry, the Stone Mother will protect her and reach the other side."

Only then did Alka see that the pile of bones placed under the stone mother statue had completely dissipated.

It turned into a pile of bone meal, and a layer of cloth bags had been placed under the bone pile.

The priest turned around and walked over, lifted up the bag, and the bone meal slipped into it.

Taking the bag containing the ashes, Alka bowed again to express his gratitude.

Then he asked.

"Priest Pakchi, why did you think that your mother was dead a few years ago even though you didn't see her body?"

"I thought you would hold back and not ask."

Pakchi said with a smile.

Then he led Alka outside, walked to the nearby cemetery, and found his mother's grave in his memory.

Only then did Alka notice that these tombstones made of cylindrical wood were a bit strange. There was a very obvious circular pit in the middle of the cylindrical wooden pile.

In all the pits, there was a half-broken stone.

The same thing is found on his mother's tombstone.

"See these stones? They represent each of the inhabitants of the island. When they die, the stones will crack."

As he spoke, the priest picked up the shovel and dug a pit behind the tombstone twice.

Turning to look at Alka, he said, "Come and scatter your mother's ashes."

Alka nodded.

While taking action, he still asked: "What about my father? His funeral was not held because his stone was not cracked?"

"No, that's not the case. Your father is not a resident of the island. There are no stones for outsiders."

"What about me? Do I have it?"

"Of course you do. Your mother was blessed by the Stone Mother to be a resident of the island, and you were also born on the island. Of course you have your own stone."

Hearing this, Alka nodded.

Silently, he filled the hole and buried the ashes inside.

After simple memories and memorials.

When Aka was about to leave, Pakchi said next to him: "Do you really want to be a treasure hunter?"

"certainly!"

If it weren't for his own system, Alka himself would definitely have no idea about treasure hunters.

But since there is a system that can help with treasure hunting and fits your own personality, why not?

Not to mention that there is extraordinary power hidden in these treasures, and I have already experienced it.

For someone who had been an ordinary person all his life and died of illness in a fragile body, how could he not be tempted by the temptation of extraordinary power?

While thinking, Alka touched the ring on his left little finger.

He was only one step away.

Hearing Alka's answer, Pakchi nodded.

"You are a talented child. Yesterday's success proved yourself, but you know too little about the world."

"It would be too dangerous to let you roam the sea like this. I have some friends outside the island, and one of them is a treasure hunter. Do you want to board his ship?"

Hearing this, Alka couldn't help frowning and thinking deeply.

Why does Pakchi help himself like this?

As soon as such thoughts appeared in my mind, my memory gave me the answer.

There is no reason why we should help each other on this island.

As the priest of the Stone Mother, Pakchi is equivalent to the island owner on this island.

Of course, it is the island owner who is elected by the people or God.

This made him a little confused.

Following Pakchi's arrangements may help him understand the world faster, and may also make him safer.

But it may be even more dangerous.

"Have you experienced the power of that ring? Aren't you curious about the magical powers you have experienced in the past few days?"

"This doesn't look like you. Could it be that what you've been through these past few days has made you fearful? Are you a little hesitant?"

Pakchi looked at Alka's thoughtful face and couldn't help but laugh.

My heart felt like thunder.

He could see that, yes, after experiencing this, it was obvious that this world had magical power.

And this island obviously lurks this magical power. As a priest who does not know whether he is a real god, it is not surprising that he has extraordinary power.

The hallucination I just entered was obviously not normal.

My own concealment was as conspicuous as making a small move under the nose of the teacher on the podium.

Even with the help of memory when I first came to a different world, I was too cautious. It could be said that I didn't trust anyone at all.

This is a good thing and a bad thing.

Pakchi seemed to notice Alka's troubles and said to himself.

"If you want to obtain this extraordinary power, you can't do it without channels.

And the treasure hunter I recommended to you happens to have such a channel. As long as you show your talent, you will have a chance. "

Hearing this, Alka no longer hesitated.

He nodded and said: "No problem, I am willing."

"Hahaha, you may not be willing to others, but I will send them a message. They seem to be operating in this sea area during this time."

After laughing a few times, Pakchi patted Alka on the shoulder: "Okay, young man, go back. I will notify you when they come. Practice your body well and wander around at sea. There is no good picture." The body is not good enough.”

Alka nodded.

He crossed his hands and saluted Pakchi.

"May the Stone Mother bless you."