Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 509: Fruit City No. 3 (Part 2)

Chapter 509: Fruit City No. 3 (Part 2)

Amalia saw a spiritual cultivator being dragged into the sea by a long whip-like appendage, disappearing instantly.

The nearby spiritual cultivators scattered immediately, none of them dared to approaching them anymore.

"Aren’t you two leaving?" asked a middle-aged man who is preparing to retreat, noticing that Amalia and Kenny Lin were still standing there.

Amalia was surprised for a moment, as if she didn’t expect that the middle-age man would spoke to them.

Feeling his genuine concern, she replied, "Uncle, it looks like you haven’t found anything yet. Are you leaving already?"

"The spike ray has appeared. There’s no point in staying here anymore. If we linger here, we’ll get nothing," the man explained.

"You look unfamiliar; is this your first time here?"

Amalia nodded her head, "Yes, it is our first time."

The middle-aged man sighed, "Your elders must be too relaxed. Fruit City No. 3 is much more dangerous than the other two cities."

"Could you tell us more about this area?" Amalia asked warmly.

Seeing that they genuinely knew nothing, the middle-aged man agreed to explain, "Alright, I’ll tell you. The coastline of Fruit City No. 3 is the deepest in the world, with depths reaching twenty to thirty meters. That’s why there are many dangerous marine-type mutated creatures here, including the spike ray."

Having lost his motivation after the appearance of the spike ray, the middle-aged man agreed to share some information with them.

The pre-mutation spike ray had a flat body, a long, slender tail, and poisonous barbs on its tail, often with one or several serrated edges.

After mutating, all of the spike ray’s features were amplified dozens of times.

Its slender tail became extremely long, and the poison on the barbs could easily take down a strong person.

Therefore, the humans that was dragged into the sea by a spike ray’s tail had little chance of survival.

Once the poison from the barbs entered the body, a person would immediately lose the ability to move and remain conscious.

They can only watching helplessly as they were eaten or torn apart.

The spike ray’s notorious reputation was very well known.

Every time the spiritual cultivators came here to scavenge some leaks, they were terrified by the spike ray appearance.

As soon as a spike ray was spotted near the shore, no one dared to stay close to the water.

The spike ray’s tail was highly elastic and could instantly drag a person into the sea from a hundred meters away, making it impossible to escape.

"I’m not trying to scare you. Did you see any waves when that spiritual cultivator was just dragged into the sea? No, because once the spike ray pulled him underwater, he was as good as dead," the middle-aged man warned them as someone with experience.

"Spike rays don’t appear often, only occasionally, but they’re extremely hard to defend against. There’s no way to tell if one is around until someone dies," he added, speaking calmly, clearly accustomed to the danger.

"Don’t be fooled into thinking we’re just scavenging. We’re risking our lives out here."

"But we have no choice. If we were stronger, we’d dive into the sea and kill hundreds of them. We wouldn’t need to stay here so cautiously."

The middle-aged man spoke boldly but then deflated.

"I’m not saying this to undermine your confidence, but because you’re young, you have plenty of time ahead of you. If you can avoid risking your lives, then don’t go," he said.

The more the middle-aged man spoke, the more eloquent he became.

Amalia, from beginning to end, did not show a hint of impatience.

"No, we can’t do that," Kenny Lin said, shaking his head even faster than Amalia, "We came here specifically to go into the sea. If we don’t, there’s no point."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth in disbelief.

It seemed all his warnings had fallen on deaf ears.

Moreover, he didn’t expect them to be even braver than he had imagined.

"You’re not here to scavenge, but you actually want to dive into the sea?" the middle-aged man asked incredulously.

Nearby, a spiritual cultivator listening to his advice to the two young people couldn’t help but laugh.

"Nikolai Gogol, what’s the use of telling them all this? Young people are proud and stubborn. They won’t understand the value of the older generation’s experience until they’ve suffered a little bit," he said, laughing mockingly, clearly eager to see the young ones learn a hard lesson.

Nikolai Gogol is the middle-aged man name, he frowned slightly and said, "It’s still human lives we’re talking about. We should warn them if we can."

"Uncle, you’ve probably been here for many years, right?" Kenny Lin asked with a friendly smile, his handsome face losing much of its usual aloofness.

Nikolai Gogol couldn’t help but think that this young man seemed quite decent.

Usually, when he talked to a group of people, they would show signs of impatience halfway through.

He was speaking out of kindness, yet they often took it as unwanted nagging, which made him feel bad.

However, seeing them go off to their deaths made him feel even worse.

So, once he started advising them, he would fulfill his duty.

If they didn’t listen, there was nothing more he could do.

"It’s been many years," the middle-aged man nodded his head, unwittingly falling into Amalia’s rhythm.

"Well, then you must be familiar with the frequent activities around here. Is there anything special you can tell us? Since we’re all idle anyway," Amalia said with another smile.

"Sure," the middle-aged man agreed without hesitation.

He figured that chatting for a while might help dispel their urge to go into the sea, so he decided to share what he knew.

The coastline here is very long, and this is just one of the spots.

Further to the left and right, there are even larger and longer coastlines, equally fraught with danger.

But no matter how great the danger, it doesn’t stop humans from seeking adventure.

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