It was pitch black, but it seemed to be a strange space with light.

Alka looked at the dark space and his feet stepping on the silent water.

Before I knew it, my shoes had disappeared, and my feet were just stepping naked on the water.

There seemed to be a touch of coldness under my feet.

An inexplicable meaning surrounds my heart.

Quiet and peaceful, gentle as the wind.

Although I have never been here before, I don't care about this place in my heart, and I am not curious about its origins.

I just want to stay where I am, and time seems to be unable to pass through my body.

"Ding dong!"

A drop, like the sound of water droplets falling on the water surface.

The water surface ahead ripples.

Circle after circle of water waves spread around until they disappeared into the bright darkness.

With ripples.

Something is coming out of the water.

Alka looked at this scene.

There was no fear or curiosity in my heart.

Only peace remains.

A female figure slowly emerged from the water. Her eyes were full of love and longing as she looked at him.

His face seemed blurry, but it seemed very clear.

This is exactly my mother.

She opened her hand towards Alka and grabbed it, and finally lowered it weakly.

The smile on his face showed a trace of reluctance and relief.

Want to walk over.

I want to grab her hand.

When this idea just appeared in my mind.

One foot has already been stepped out.

Memories are emerging, some of Alka's and some of my own.

The mother's face in front of her gradually began to look blurry.

The pace quickens.

However, the distance did not change at all.

Get up and run wildly.

When your feet step on the water, ripples appear in circles.

The distance has not changed at all.

A canoe appeared next to my mother at some point.

It seems like it has always been there.

There is a wooden paddle on it, and a small lantern hanging on the bow.

The mother's figure gently stepped into the canoe, then sat on it, picked up the paddle, and started to slide gently on the water.

Finally, she turned around.

His face became clearer, and his eyes were full of reluctance.

In the end, all Alka saw was her mother's back, drifting away into the darkness.

She sat in the boat and headed into the darkness with a lantern.

"Hoo, ho..."

At this time, he knelt down weakly on the water, panting heavily.

A certain thought in my mind completely disappeared.

The tears were not his own, but they flowed violently from his eyes.

Like a rising river dam.

Ripples kept appearing in the water in front of me.

Although there wasn't much change, there was a feeling in my mind.

I have truly integrated into this body, and my memory is no longer sluggish.

My body feels more relaxed, and my mind feels a lot brighter.

The scene changes drastically.

The light above his head shines straight down.

I opened my eyes suddenly and realized that I was back in reality, still maintaining the same posture as before, with my hands crossed on my shoulders.

"What was that just now? Am I hallucinating?"

Alka couldn't help but look at the priest in front of him and asked.

The priest shook his head: "That is the river leading to the world of death. Under the blessing of the Stone Mother, her relatives were able to send her on her last journey."

Then he added: "Don't worry, the Stone Mother will protect her and reach the other side."

Only then did Alka see that the pile of bones placed under the stone mother statue had completely dissipated.

It turned into a pile of bone meal, and a layer of cloth bags had been placed under the bone pile.

The priest turned around and walked over, lifted up the bag, and the bone meal slipped into it.

After taking the bag containing the ashes, Alka bowed again to express his gratitude.

Then he asked.

"Priest Pakchi, why did you think your mother was dead a few years ago even though you didn't see her body?"

"I thought you would hold back and not ask."

Pakchi said with a smile.

Then he led Alka outside and walked to the nearby cemetery, where he found his mother's grave in his memory.

Only then did Alka notice that these tombstones made of cylindrical wood were a bit strange. There was a very obvious circular pit in the middle of the cylindrical wooden pile.

In all the pits, there is a half-broken stone.

It's also on my mother's tombstone.

"See these stones? They represent every island resident. When they die, the stones will crack."

As he said that, the priest picked up the shovel and dug a pit behind the tombstone twice.

Turning to look at Alka, he said: "Come and scatter your mother's ashes."

Alka nodded.

While taking action, he still asked: "What about my father? His funeral was not held because his stone was not cracked?"

"No, that's not the case. Your father is not a resident of the island. There are no stones for outsiders."

"What about me? Do I have it?"

"Of course you have it. Your mother was blessed by the Stone Mother to be a resident of the island, and you were also born on the island. Of course you have your own stone."

Hearing this, Alka nodded.

Silently, he filled the hole and buried the ashes inside.

After simple memories and memorials.

When Aka was about to leave, Pakchi said next to him: "Do you really want to be a treasure hunter?"

"certainly!"

If it weren't for his own system, Alka himself would definitely have no idea about treasure hunters.

But since there is a system that can help with treasure hunting and fits your own personality, why not?

Not to mention that there is extraordinary power hidden in these treasures, and I have already experienced it.

For a person who has been an ordinary person all his life and died of illness due to a fragile body, how could he not be tempted by the temptation of extraordinary power?

While thinking, Alka touched the ring he wore on the little finger of his left hand.

He is only one step away.
To be continued...