"By the tank, we’re at about 80 so far."
Felix Finch replied.
Nina Jacobs nodded. "The next few days are going to be tough. Thank you for all your hard work."
This was the first day, and it was already a good start.
For now, the water tanks were still their primary means of collecting water.
Fortunately, Gralem Prison already had its own independent water supply system.
Once they cleaned and disinfected the dedicated water supply equipment and tanks, they could supply water to the entire area.
However, she and Felix Finch had already inspected the system; the main supply unit required a certain minimum volume of water to function.
They needed to store as much water as they could.
"It’s no trouble. Compared to how things were before, this is a hundred times better,"
Felix Finch said.
He didn’t know why, but even though this was only the beginning, he already felt a sense of belonging.
Nina Jacobs didn’t have a perfect plan, but everyone here was bustling with activity, working toward the same goal.
Perhaps because of everything they had all been through, they cherished the present all the more.
"Let’s call it a day. There’s still a lot to do, so get some rest."
Nina Jacobs was exhausted, too.
She had rarely depleted her Superpowers since reaching the Intermediate level, but today, she was completely drained. And that was even with the help of the system’s Superpower Recovery Potions.
Gralem Prison was comprised of many buildings.
Two of them were staff dormitories.
Cordelia had thoughtfully prepared a room for Nina Jacobs. It was a two-bedroom suite with a living room and a clean, spacious balcony.
Juliette Ainsworth had already installed solar panels on the balcony, so running a fan wouldn’t be an issue.
"This is wonderful. Thank you."
Nina Jacobs wasn’t picky about her surroundings, but every detail here radiated Cordelia’s care.
"Don’t thank me. I’m just happy if you like it."
After Cordelia left, Nina Jacobs went to check on Wayne Warner’s room.
It was also spotless, with an exceptionally large bed.
"We’ll be staying here for a while. Once I’ve finished up, we’ll go back,"
Nina Jacobs said to Wayne Warner.
"Okay."
Wayne Warner seemed to be getting ready to do laundry. Nina Jacobs glanced at the washbasin, and her face instantly flushed.
In it were the clothes she had just changed out of.
"Who put you up to this? I’ll do my own laundry from now on."
With a sigh, Nina Jacobs took the washbasin and left.
On their way back, they had run into that girl, Eulalia Lewis. She’d been going on about washing her idol Silas Crowley’s clothes, saying it was only natural and proper.
’She suspected Wayne Warner had taken it to heart again...’
That night, Nina Jacobs used her communicator to tell Vera Coleman she was at a base.
Of course, she didn’t mention that it was Gralem Prison, which she had just seized.
Vera Coleman was greatly relieved to hear her daughter was at a base. She also told Nina that Adrian Shaw and Shirley Lucas had returned safely a couple of days ago.
Probably to keep Daniel Hale and Vera Coleman from worrying, Shirley Lucas had even made a point of explaining that Nina Jacobs had gone to another base to "gain experience."
’So they made it back safely...’
Nina Jacobs thought back to how she had left Mornfell without saying a word to anyone.
More than ten days had passed since she’d left Mornfell.
She had come to the Keldorn region with two goals: collect resources, and use those resources in trades to upgrade her system as quickly as possible.
But her progress was clearly lagging.
Achilles Renner, Tristan Lynch, and the others had already gathered some resources.
Most of these resources were locked in the prison’s underground warehouse, while the rest was with Damian, the Space Superpower User.
The next morning, Nina Jacobs’ first stop was the underground warehouse.
The underground warehouse here was much larger than she had imagined.
’Looks like we can use this as our main warehouse from now on.’


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