That night a merchant ship wrecked itself on the shore near the fishing village, and the crew was held for interviewing by Hajin until yesterday. As f...r as anyone knew, the ship was there to pick up a group of traders. However the captain had drowned, and details from the few crew members who survived were sketchy. The ship was an independent out of Conqueror Point, and the captain was the owner."Dead end to the money man," I thought. I felt good but a bit stiff from the lack of muscle. Disobey and suffer the consequences”. Head Guard Umber stressed. “Here your path is one and not complicated ... Work, dig, meet your quota! Some of you are Core Masters, others are Martial Mortals, the first to wake up is a bodily cultivator! You all had your way to choose your path before coming here. Now, this is your new life and your only path is the one set by the Rakmon Penitentiary!”Head Guard Umber did her utmost to shatter all hope of the New Earth and Ercas Mir’s survivors. She wanted. For such it was; indeed, so far as the scanners showed, it might against all human experience be their only settlement. The ship's video equipment, for all its sophistication, could detect no other visibly occupied site anywhere else. No artificial structures, no cleared and cultivated fields, no evidence whatever of intelligent habitation. Only at the one site—one technician dubbed it Centerville, a name that quickly stuck aboard ship—were there clear indications of artificial. He swallowed and she felt slightly giddy as he held the ties in his hands, a faraway look in his eyes. He came to a moment or two later.“Sorry,” he smiled nervously, “where was I?’“Untying my blouse,” she smiled crookedly. He stared at her, she felt moistness between her legs and her pulse quickened suddenly, he was on the brink and she could feel the hesitation like a physical force, the ties still in his hand. Hesitantly, she undid the top button of her blouse and grasping his hands, pulled.