This appears to be a factory workshop. Massive amounts of kelp are rapidly shredded into a paste by a hybrid flesh-and-machine contraption, then sent to the next room via a conveyor belt.
What do they need so much kelp for? Did I accidentally stumble into the Heike Clan's food factory? A trace of doubt flashed through Charles's mind.
Feeling the stabbing pain in his abdomen slowly ease, Charles, still hanging upside down, considered his options for a moment before heading toward the next room. In the next room were various strange, complex machines as well. They spouted steam as they mixed a meat paste with some kind of white fluid.
Charles followed the production line further down. After a series of processing stages, green, table-sized boards were being manufactured one after another.
When he saw patterned bone templates stamping images of waves and ships onto their surface, Charles's pupils instantly shrank to pinpricks.
