A lone boat drifted upon the Star Sea.
The elderly angler, seated on his boat, streaked through vast, lonely expanses of space at the speed of a light arrow. After more than a day's journey, he finally reached the coordinates provided by the "four-colored little fish."
For some reason, he felt his patience wearing thin lately.
He could hardly wait.
Hm?
This region of space was utterly desolate, with only a single, tiny star cave that seemed to have just been born.
'A newborn star cave?'
The old man was slightly displeased.
It was common knowledge that new star caves rarely held any great opportunities.
