It was pitch black, but it seemed like there was a strange space with light.
Arka looked at the dark space and his feet on the silent water.
At some point, his shoes disappeared, and his feet were just stepping on the water bare.
It seemed that there was a hint of coldness under his feet.
An inexplicable meaning surrounded his heart.
Peaceful and gentle as the wind.
Although he had never been here before, he didn't care about this place in his heart, and he was not curious about the origin of this place.
Just wanted to stay quietly in the same place, as if time couldn't pass through his body.
"Ding Dong!"
A drop, as if the sound of water drops on the water surface sounded.
The water surface in front of him was rippled.
Circles of water waves spread around until they disappeared in the bright darkness.
With the ripples.
Something is coming out of the water.
Alka watched this scene.
There was no fear or curiosity in his heart.
Only calmness remained.
A female figure slowly emerged from the water, and her eyes were full of love and desire when she looked at him.
Her face seemed blurry, but it seemed very clear.
This was his mother.
She opened her hands to Alka and grabbed, and finally drooped weakly.
The smile on her face was filled with reluctance and relief.
I wanted to walk over.
I wanted to grab her hand.
When this idea just appeared in my mind.
One foot had already stepped out.
Memories were emerging, some of Alka's, and some of my own.
The face of the mother in front of him gradually began to blur.
The pace quickened.
However, the distance did not change at all.
Running wildly.
Stepping on the water with both feet, ripples appeared one after another.
The distance did not change at all.
A canoe appeared beside the mother at some point.
As if it had always been there.
There was a wooden paddle on it, and a small lantern hung on the bow.
The mother stepped gently into the canoe, then sat on it, picked up the paddle and slid gently on the water.
Finally, she turned her head.
The face became clear, and her eyes were full of reluctance.
In the end, all Alka saw was the back of her mother walking away and heading towards the darkness.
She sat in the boat, holding a lantern and heading into the darkness.
"Hu, hu..."
At this time, he knelt on the water surface weakly, gasping for breath.
Some thoughts in his mind completely disappeared.
It was not his own tears, but they suddenly flowed out of his eyes.
It was like a rising dam.
Ripples kept appearing on the water surface in front of him.
Although there was no big change, a feeling appeared in his mind.
He was truly integrated into this body, and his memory was no longer unfamiliar and slow.
The body was more relaxed, and the mind felt much brighter.
The scene changed suddenly.
The light above his head shone down.
He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was back to reality, still maintaining the posture just now, with his hands crossed on his shoulders.
"What was that just now? Am I hallucinating?"
Alka couldn't help but look at the priest in front of him 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 off for the last time."
Then he added: "Don't worry, the Stone Mother will bless her to reach the other side."
It was only then that Alka saw that the pile of bones placed under the Stone Mother statue had completely dissipated.
It turned into a pile of bone powder, and a layer of cloth bag had long been placed under the pile of bones.
The priest turned around and walked over to lift the cloth bag, and the bone powder also slipped into it.
Taking the cloth bag containing the ashes, Alka bowed again to express his gratitude.
Then he asked.
"Priest Pakchi, why did you determine that my mother was dead a few years ago when you didn't see her body?"
"I thought you would keep it to yourself."
Pakchi said with a smile.
Then he led Alka outside and walked to the cemetery next to him, where he found his mother's grave in his memory.
It was then that Alka noticed that the tombstones made of cylindrical wood were a bit strange. There was a very obvious circular pit in the middle of the cylindrical wood pile.
In all the pits, there was a half-broken stone.
There was also one in his mother's tombstone.
"See these stones? They represent every resident on the island. When they die, the stones will crack."
As he spoke, the priest picked up a shovel and dug out a pit behind the tombstone.
Turning his head, he looked at Alka and said, "Come and scatter your mother's ashes in there."
Alka nodded.
While doing this, he still asked, "What about my father? There was no funeral for him. Was it because his stone was not cracked?"
"No, that's not the case. Your father is not a resident of the island. Outsiders don't have stones."
"What about me? Do I have any?"
"Of course you do. Your mother is a resident of the island blessed by the Stone Mother, and you were also born on the island, so of course you have your own stones."
Hearing this, Alka nodded.
Silently filled the hole and buried the ashes in it.
After a simple recollection and memorial service.
When Alka was about to leave, Parkchi said beside him, "Do you really want to be a treasure hunter?"
"Of course!"
If it weren't for his system, Alka himself would definitely not have any idea about treasure hunters.
But since there is a system that can help with treasure hunting, and it fits my personality, why not?
Not to mention that these treasures hide extraordinary powers, and I have already experienced them.
For an ordinary person who has been a lifetime and died because of the pain of a fragile body, how can I not be tempted by the temptation of extraordinary power?
While thinking, Alka touched the ring on his left little finger.
I am only one step away.
Hearing Alka's answer, Parkchi nodded.
"You are a talented child. Yesterday's success proved yourself, but you know too little about this world."
"It's too dangerous to let you go out on the sea like this. I have some friends outside the island, one of whom is a treasure hunter. Do you want to board his ship?"
Hearing this, Alka couldn't help frowning and thinking.
Why did Parkchi help me like this?
As soon as such thoughts appeared in his mind, his memory gave the answer.
There is no reason. Helping each other on this island is a matter of course.
As the priest of the Stone Mother, Parkchi is equivalent to the owner of this island.
Of course, the owner is elected by the people or God.
This made him a little entangled.
Following Parkchi's arrangements may help him understand the world faster, and it may be safer.
But it may also be more dangerous.
"You have experienced the power of the ring, aren't you curious about the magical powers you have experienced these days?"
"This is a little unlike you. Did what you have experienced these days make you feel fear in your heart? Are you a little hesitant in your heart?"
Parchi looked at Alka's thoughtful face and couldn't help but teasing.
It was like thunder in his heart.
He saw it. Yes, after all this, it was obvious that this world had magical power.
And this island also obviously had this magical power hidden. As a priest who was not sure whether he was a real god, it was not surprising that he had extraordinary power.
The hallucination he had just entered was obviously not normal.
His concealment was as obvious as doing something under the teacher's nose on the podium.
Even with the help of memory, he was too cautious when he first came to the other world. It can be said that he did not trust anyone at all.
This is a good thing, but also a bad thing.
Pucki seemed to see Alka's troubles and said to himself.
"If you want to get this extraordinary power, you can't do it without a channel.
And it just so happens that the treasure hunter I recommended to you has such a channel. As long as you show your talent, you will have a chance."
Hearing this, Alka no longer hesitated.
Nodding and saying, "No problem, I'm willing."
"Hahaha, you are willing, but others may not be willing, but I will send them a message. They seem to be active in this sea area during this period."
After laughing a few times, Parkchi patted Alka on the shoulder: "Okay, boy, go back. I will notify you when they come. Exercise well. You can't go on the sea without a good body."
Alka nodded.
He crossed his hands and saluted Parkchi.
"May the Stone Mother bless you."