Because her sailing route coincidentally matched Shi Ming's, the Golden Bodhi still came up empty-handed late into the night.
"Son of a bitch!"
Mel had lost all her ingrained composure and elegance. Flustered and furious, she completely lost it.
"Are those scientists from Black Gold descended from nine generations of Fish People?!"
"I spent 300 Pure Dome Crystals on a three-day induction sonar, and it became useless after just half a day?! Now it can't even attract a single D-rank sea beast. Those morons, don't tell me they gave me a repulsion sonar instead!"
"Since when has the Sea of Boiling been this quiet and peaceful?!"
It was no wonder Mel was at her breaking point.
What kind of place was the Sea of Boiling? A paradise for sea beasts!
Normally, a general-class drifting ship sailing in the outer regions would encounter a C-rank or higher sea beast at least once in half a day, even without using any lures.
They could encounter a B-rank sea beast once every three days.
