Chun returned to the private room and went back online.
His main account had nothing to do, while his alternate account, invisible, was heading to the magma lake to chisel out a fish nest, not really up to any task.
This feeling of utter boredom... Perhaps Chun could understand why those billionaires took a group of beauties on yacht trips. Otherwise, what would they do? Really just blow some wind, surf some waves, and fish?
And at dawn, Chun could see the Old Turtle's Turtle Mountain more clearly. After a few seconds of bombardment last night, there wasn't a blade of grass left on the Old Turtle, but its neck and limbs were covered in shells the size of tires; if you didn't look closely, you'd think they were scales!
This? Those are obviously barnacles! Such huge barnacles! And I, the Cleaner Fish, am here!
Chun seemed to have found something to do: "Old Turtle God, can you talk now?"
