341 With the Rain, Comes the Storm

Name:Trash in the Apocalypse Author:Arba
Jun contemplated the matter. If he wants to increase the training speed and skill gain of his soldiers, then he needs the extra boost that teachers could make. However, there are not enough teachers and even if there are many teachers in the newcomers, he wouldn't be sure if they were loyal to Black Haven.

"Set practical training aside for now. Focus on creating a plan on how to make things work. We want loyalty more than anything, so I think it's better if you train new teachers from scratch. With all the new knowledge and overflowing information, I don't think we need to rely too much on academic knowledge from the past. Recruit local survivors since they were the most attached to this place, then train them. Give them basic skills to master, then let them teach in practice classes to switch to a teaching profession."

Dyna wrote keywords down on her notepad after receiving the series of instructions. Though she heard them clearly, having a visual note was better for someone who tends to forget things.

The meeting ended and everyone went back to their posts.

Time passes easily when everything was peaceful. Everyone has adjusted to the threats from before and now that there were no threats around, the average survivor's life returned to normal.

Working, getting paid, eat food, have fun, and sleep.

In the Fishpond Dungeon

9 AM

"Keep it steady! They're coming up!" shouted a young fisherman as he walked freely on the surface of the water. He was one of the civilians that applied for the fisherman job after the recruitment drive. He was very happy and even felt that it was the greatest decision he made in his life.

He was satisfied with his work.

Under the water, a huge school of fish was trapped inside a sturdy net made from dried rat tails. The tails were processed into thin strips and further processed into thick strands before crafted into nets. The material was rubbery and extremely durable.

Due to giant rats' ability to use energized tail attacks, fishing nets crafted from rat tails allow energy to efficiently travel freely from it, allowing the fisherman to increase the strength and resistance of the strands. No fish could escape the net once they were caught.

The fishermen expertly led his group to pull the net loaded with fishes into the fishing boat. Everyone rejoiced after another successful haul.

"Finally we're done!" said one fisherman as he exhaustedly plopped down. "Is everyone back here? Can we go home now? It's considered late if we go past nine in the morning right?"

Just as before the group decided whether to leave or not, the rain started to pour down.

Everyone looked up and enjoyed getting a free bath. 

The elder looked into the distance and noticed the water level near the dungeon suddenly becoming strange. A small hole became sunken as the water around it started to circle around it.

The elder's eye bulged after watching the small sunken hole grew bigger every few seconds, Instantly, he knew that something was going on.

"Start the boat! Head for the docks, immediately!" the elder bellowed which shocked the group, before jumping into the water.

"Captain Rofi!" one of the fishermen called.

When everyone ran to the side and searched for their captain, they finally noticed the irregularities on the distance.

There was something strange events in the dungeon!

"Lead everyone back to the docks and inform the Town Manager of the event. I'll go follow the Captain!" the second in charge patted a man's back and jumped into the water.

The official positions were given to those who were strong. The Captain and the vice were the strongest in the group which made operations easy and smooth. Without strong people, fishing would become hell. 

The Captain would always be bait while the vice will become the protector. Any fish coming from another direction would be killed by him. The crewmembers would then wait for the opportune time to swoop in with the net after the Captain gathered all the fishes in one whole bulk. Due to this, they learned how to trust each other from experience.

The crewmembers moved in unison after receiving the order. They knew that they were not skilled enough for underwater battles. The tons of fishes were the priority together with the boat. They only have a limited number of boats that could haul fish and every lost one means a great loss to the overall fish industry.

Andok caught up to Rofi when the elder slowed down. The two can't talk underwater and only performed simple hand gestures after seeing the situation. 

The fishermen were getting chased by a milkfish the size of a dump truck. Everyone was having a hard time dodging due to its huge body giving it instantaneous movement with every flap of its tail.

It was like a lion toying with its prey after catching it near its home. The fishermen could dodge the burst attacks, but they can't escape.

One of them almost got his feet chewed up but were luckily able to move it on the last second. Unfortunately, he opened his mouth from shock and drunk a lot of water.

Rofi and Andok jumped into the fray and produced harpoons from their inventory. They shot the eyes of the giant milkfish to deter it from attacking further. The harpoons struck its eye but failed to pierce through the front layer.

Still, the Giant Milkfish dove deeper to evade further attacks, which gave enough time for Rofi to fetch the drowning fishermen. 

Most new fishermen only learned water walking skills, if they passed the initial phase, then they could apply for underwater breathing skills.

Once they surfaced, Rofi hurriedly woke the man up.

After several slaps, the man opened his eyes and started vomiting water out. 

Rofi grabbed hold of him. "Go back and call the Pioneers. We'll try to hold out as long as possible."