037. Nabil's Clone.

Unlike the ordinary all-night fishing, Nabil had to return to land after what he had experienced.

At least that's how he agreed with Zaskia's choice. 

Unfortunately, when the fishing boat was anchored at the shore, they had no vehicle to return to the base. 

They would either have to wait until morning, when Galih came to pick them up, or make the long walk carrying a large styrofoam box that wasn't even full yet. 

"Are we really going to walk?" asked Zaskia, who had now taken off the fishy-smelling jacket that had tormented her nose for more than three hours. 

Nabil and his clones lifted the styrofoam box filled with fish and ice blocks.

"Or we can wait until morning and -"

Zaskia immediately used her system and created a giant hand with blood that she controlled.

A hand made from the blood she had collected from the mermaids she had slaughtered before. 

The woman sighed as she rolled her eyes. "Alright, we're leaving."