My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

by Stayrr

As disaster was about to strike, a group of survivors transmigrated into a desolated world and were challenged to a game of survival. From terrifying acid rains, to endless natural disasters, the heavens burn while the earth scorches, radiation is rampant, and nobody is spared from the dangers of this hellscape. The only way one survives is by building a shelter and slowly upgradin

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Chapter 361 - Getting Rich! A Small Mountain Of Gold Treasure Chests!

Old Devil Su knew that these 20 thousand over foreign races wanted to ambush him, so he had preemptively attacked and pulled an act of deceit that had duped all the foreign races, including the Five Royal Clans!

Anyway, to Old Devil Su, who could become a god, what were 20 thousand foreign races!

Only he alone could build such a terrifyingly large ship!

Only he alone had such unfathomable individual capabilities!

F*ck! They should have thought of it long ago!

How could there suddenly be a mysterious lion warrior within the foreign races that could rival Old Devil Su!

The Five Royal Clans were all idiots!

This thought arose in the hearts of the dozen or more squad leaders as they turned to look at each other.

Sure enough! They perceived the same epiphany in each other's eyes!

The foreign races did have a lower IQ, but that was not to say that when all the facts were laid out in front of them—practically showing them the proverbial full hand, as it were—they would still be so dense that they could not understand!

On the contrary, they understood very quickly. In fact, they were even quicker on the uptake compared to some of the humans who were unwilling to admit their loss.

"Bear… Boss Bear, can I ask you a question?"

Seeing Moore floating leisurely on the surface of the ocean and occasionally furrowing his brows when he saw the blood in the water drifting over, a foreign race squad leader raised both their hands up high after some thought.

This was a bear person with green fur atop its head.

Unlike Moore's sturdy physique, this bear person looked very skinny and frail. It was not even half Moore's size and looked malnourished.

The reason it dared to ask was that it felt a vague sense of kinship and belonging since it was the same species as Moore, which was why it was bold enough to speak up loudly.

"No problem! My name is Moore. You can relax and ask any questions you have. As Hope One's Chief Mate, I'm very happy to answer!"

Seeing this "brave" bear person, the corners of Moore's mouth turned up in a very friendly smile.

During the planning beforehand, Su Mo had suggested a few methods.

For example, the simplest method to make these foreign races surrender quickly was to find a point in their midst that could be breached, then concentrate one's firepower and "attack"!

Now, from Moore's point of view, this scrawny bear person was that weakest point!

"Boss Moore, you can just call me Li Li. That… I want to ask, if we join the O Clan and do honest work, can we truly eat our fill every day?

"Also, Boss Su… Captain Su wouldn't liquidate our previous debts, would he!"

Seeing that Moore was so pleasant, the bear person named Li Li rubbed the back of its head and asked this in some embarrassment.

Like Connie said, aside from people like the Royal Clans and herself who had a purpose when they came to the wasteland, the other ordinary foreign races had basically been abandoned.

Naturally, these abandoned individuals did not have much loyalty toward their own race.

Upon hearing Moore announce that they could join the O Clan, they had practically no hesitation about agreeing silently in their hearts and had even asked about how they would be treated.

This question not only satisfied the bear person as well as the foreign races around them that could understand what was being said, but it also made Moore—who was floating on the water—even more satisfied.

Having already figured out in his mind what he wanted to say, Moore did not delay any further. Without exaggeration, he began by describing the treatment workers could enjoy on Hope One!

From having three meals a day to the scrumptiousness of the food that the Hope Village cooks made, to the amazing feasts Su Mo made after adding psychic energy water, Moore described the dishes he had seen, smelled, and tasted before in real life. An experienced foodie, he spoke vividly about all these things.

All the foreign races who could understand what he said were unable to hide their involuntary smiles.

However, it never occurred to them that simultaneously, on the other end, Old Devil Su—who had been so light-hearted and unflappable earlier—was full of "utter delight" at this moment!

"A fortune! This time I've really made a fortune. This is just too motherf*cking frightening for words!"

As time passed and the disasters swiftly progressed, the probability of getting treasure chests from killing foreign races had declined along the way as well.

Before he set sail, Hope Village's intelligence department had already sent him a complete set of all the latest information.

Within this information was naturally the data on the decline in foreign race treasure drop rates.

If there were a curved graph to illustrate this data, it would definitely be an utterly terrifying…

Guillotine-style drop!

Previously, before the third welfare disaster, the probability of ordinary wasteland animals dropping treasure chests after the first novice disaster was around 15%, but after the ocean disaster update, it plummeted straight to 0!

Yes, killing wasteland creatures was currently no longer rewarded with treasure chests!

This secret change was so some people who wanted to keep ordinary creatures in captivity and continuously kill them to harvest treasure chests had no choice but to abandon this plan.

The drop rate for ordinary foreign races was previously 40%, but now it had fallen to 3%.

The drop rate for elite foreign races was previously 80%, but now it had plummeted to 5%.

As for any further data about the above, Pei Shao and the others had not been able to locate any because there were not enough records.

Now, however, upon seeing the treasure chests in the storage space as well as the golden light still glinting in the distance on the surface of the ocean, Su Mo could vouchsafe this answer with absolute authority.

The drop rate for foreign race leaders was 100%

As long as one killed a foreign race leader, treasure chests would drop for sure. Furthermore, if it were not silver treasure chests, then it would be gold treasure chests!

There were a lot of miscellaneous items in the storage space at the moment, so only about 35 chests could be put in.

However, by merely searching and collecting things in a little over half this region of the ocean, Su Mo had already filled the storage space.

Of these 35 chests, 9 were gold chests!

The golden treasure chests that he would have been ecstatic about in the past if he could obtain just one were now piled up in a corner of the storage space like they were of no value.

Moreover, based on this drop rate, Su Mo could get at least another 5-8 in the next region of the ocean!

Like the white-robed kobold, these foreign race leaders had drop rates that were just as stable as those in the past—so stable that Su Mo was utterly unable to suppress a smile!

Now that the space was full, Su Mo rowed the lifeboat back. This time, he had to use all of his strength.

Even though he passed by Moore's little class listening to a "lecture", Su Mo did not stop either.

He went straight ahead to the passageway. After climbing the stairs and tossing the chests into the passageway, Su Mo hopped off the ship with a leap once more and started heading in the opposite direction.

All the treasure chests were basically spread out within one kilometer of Hope One!

While rowing the boat, he noticed that some of the wooden chests had been washed very far out by the sea, but he did not feel upset.

Unlike these gold, silver, and bronze chests that could increase ability or further the development of the technology tree, most of the things that were in the wooden chests at present were just some daily necessities.

With the current supplies on Hope One, Su Mo could afford to be completely "extravagant"!

He started getting busy from 6.30 onward and kept tidying until 7 o'clock. For about half an hour or so, Su Mo went back and forth between Hope One and the ocean numerous times.

With the help of Big Spark, Little Spark, and Oreo, he collected all the gold, silver, and bronze treasure chests without leaving a single one behind.

The passageway—around 20 meters long—was completely piled high with chests of three different colors!

There was no time to admire the dazzling light shining from these treasure chests. After once again tossing all of them into the storage space, Su Mo hurried out with long, raking strides.

Because of the congealed blood on the surface of the ocean, the treasure chests did not float around very rapidly. Su Mo did not insist that the wooden treasure chests be retrieved, but any of the iron treasure chests that they could get to had to be salvaged.

As if it had been rehearsed, the lifeboat received Su Mo once again precisely as he jumped down.

Strangely, however, Su Mo did not immediately start rowing the boat this time but took his time and sat there instead.

With some surprise mixed in with a trace of reason, Su Mo smiled as he watched the dozens of foreign races collecting treasure chests. The last of his worries finally settled as well.

"Sure enough, I've still managed to take this step!"

From subduing Connie to conversing with her, then subsequently studying and subduing more foreign races—what would seem impossible in the eyes of other humans, Su Mo had made possible!

He had Connie as his prior example, the mysterious O Clan built from Oreo's clan authority, Moore's imposing, intimidating aura, and Old Devil Su's "ferocious reputation"!

Not a single one of these factors could be lacking.

After all, from the very beginning, what Su Mo wanted to do was not so-called cooperation but blatant…

Enslavement!

It was unpleasant to hear, but this was the reality.

Even if these foreign races came over after surrendering, they would not have even half a smidgen of "human rights".

Until they proved their own value like Connie had, in Su Mo's eyes, these foreign races were just tools.

Of course, this was different from how the Thunder Monkey King enslaved humans.

As long as these tools behaved, Su Mo would not deprive them of living supplies, and he absolutely would not block their way to achieve advancement.

If one wanted to become strong when it was not time to work?

That was fine!

As l long as one had potential, as long as one was strong enough, one could raise their own status.

Naturally, of the 73 surviving foreign races, not a single one would reject this, and not a single one of them could resist such a temptation.

After all, they would die if they did not join, whereas they could even become O Clan elders if they did. When weighing up the pros and cons, even a fool could tell which was the better choice!

As for the first task Moore assigned to them—collecting the treasure chests—the foreign races did not put up any resistance. Instead, each one became more frenzied than the other, afraid that their first performance would be overwhelmed by that of someone else.

As Su Mo sat on the lifeboat, although on the surface his expression was indifferent as he pushed the treasure chests into the storage space—all collected by the foreign races who bore expressions of reverence and awe— he was quite emotional inwardly.

The animal world was just like what was being displayed now—there was no such thing as enmity.

In other words, whoever fed them, allowed them to live well, and could give them a future would be their "god"!

It did not matter if it was the Five Royal Clans or Old Devil Su!

There was no shame in the hearts of these foreign races for surrendering to humans.

On the contrary, they were even rather delighted at being able to join O Clan and become Su Mo's underlings.

If Old Devil Su was an enemy? Then he had to die; he had to pay the price for their dead foreign race comrades!

But if Old Devil Su was one of their own?

Apologies, they wished for Captain Su to live long and prosper!

With this in mind, all the foreign races began working more swiftly. Su Mo, who was waiting in place to collect the loot, smiled as well.

This smile made all the foreign races even more certain of their choice. Each one of them put in their full effort, wishing they could swim even faster.

With one trip after another, this time the collecting went extremely rapidly.

In merely half an hour, all the iron treasure chests were finally stored away.

Moreover, when he noticed the excited manner of the foreign races, Su Mo did not stop them either. He continued letting them chase after the wooden treasure chests that had floated far away.

After ordering Moore to go below to receive the chests, Su Mo took off his armor and climbed up the stairs again, going back inside Hope One.

At the moment, the emergency passageway that could only fit two people side-by-side was already filled to the brim.

The colorful chests filled the entrance and stretched all the way to the interior.

Taking advantage of this period, Su Mo did not delay and began using the convenience of the storage space to transport the treasure chests to the warehouse one batch at a time.

He went from the most basic iron and wooden chests to the higher-quality bronze ones, then to the precious gold and silver ones.

By the time he finally saw that the passageway was completely clear of chests, apart from the wooden treasure chests, Su Mo had also received the full rewards from the battle.

"It's a little hard to believe when I put it into words, but the problem is that, in the Doomsday wasteland, I've actually acquired a…

"Mountain of gold!

"This is motherf*cking outrageous!"

Looking at the calculated data he held and staring at the chests piled in the corner, all shining with golden light, Su Mo was dumbfounded!

It was slightly different from what he had anticipated. The number of gold chests did not exceed 15 by a little, as Su Mo had predicted earlier; in this battle, he had obtained…

A grand total of 21 gold chests!

Back when he killed the white-robed kobold, he had only been able to get one gold chest. Now, the chests were like a gold mountain, piled in a corner of the warehouse and exuding a riveting golden light.

The silver chests on the other side were similarly astounding in terms of numbers—an unprecedented 43 of them!

As for bronze chests, iron chests, and the least valuable wooden chests, their numbers were even higher.

In total, there were 87 bronze, 136 iron, and 790 wooden chests.

Of these, the number of wooden chests was still increasing non-stop. He estimated the final tally would remain at over 1000 at least.

Based on the current wasteland chest drop rates, around 10% reward rate this time was already a very impressive number.

Moreover, excluding the wooden chests, just the tally of the bronze and iron ones also remained near the baseline of 3%-5%, which completely fulfilled the data calculated for a large-scale shelter!

As for what kind of rewards these chests could bring in the end, as well as how his strength would elevate, Su Mo—whose eyes were already shining brightly—stated, "I'm not waiting any longer. Once all the foreign races have been gathered in, I'll…

"Open these chests at once!"

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Chapter 362 - Breaking Even, Incredible Unseen Bounty

Su Mo let the anchor down and stood atop Hope One that floated in the middle of the ocean as if it were a god of war.

He wore a full set of armor, the majestic three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand as he stared right at the mixed group of foreign race soldiers lining up ahead.

Directly ahead of him, Connie—now awake—had already started mobilizing working teams.

Within half an hour, these foreign race workers who were "hardworking and willing to endure hardships" had once again salvaged over 200 wooden chests. Added to the previous acquisition of 790, they fell just slightly short of a thousand.

As for the wooden chests further away, they had either floated too far off or were hidden in the ashes of the creatures hit by gunfire. Trying to find them would not only be a waste of time, but it would also be a waste of human and material resources!

Thus, after seeing that efficiency was declining, Su Mo ordered the collecting to stop.

He had Moore bring all the foreign races that had surrendered onto Hope One.

"Stand properly and follow me one by one in reciting this oath. Leave your clan!

"With the gods as witnesses, all insincere non-believers shall be destroyed, and all pious believers will be added to our almighty O Clan!"

As she gestured with the "pretentious" staff in her hand, a wind stronger than the one from before surfaced from Connie's body from time to time, stirring up the dust on the deck.

Right now, her voice was loud and clear. There was no sign of the weakness displayed earlier after using up all her energy.

It was not just Su Mo who had benefited from this battle.

Connie had reaped great rewards too!

However, at this moment, Su Mo had no time to ask Connie how many levels she had advanced. Instead, his gaze was on the foreign races below who seemed to be staring downward, but who were actually…

Staring at the system panel that was slowly emerging from the void!

Sure enough, the color had changed!

It was still the color-changing daily system announcement that would only be prompted when there were over 10, 000 survival points!

[Doomsday Calendar Month 2 Day 25]

[You did not sleep all night and were very excited on the first day at sea as you had discovered your way forward (survival points 500)]

[You uncovered the previous secrets of the wasteland war timeline, which gave you a clearer understanding of civilization and warfare, but you thought it was still not enough (survival points 300)]

[Your first excellent-rated disguise (survival points 100)]

[You successfully completed what could be considered a master-level performance in front of a million foreign races of various levels (survival points 2000)]

[You implemented a plan that had very few loopholes and successfully deceived the other party, achieving your purpose (survival points 500)]

[You completed your first sea battle and killed an opponent far less powerful than yourself without a scratch (survival points 100)]

[In your attempt to go under the sea, you developed a new understanding of ancient martial arts (survival points 300)]

[You started the first "10 thousand people" war between humans and the foreign races and won a complete victory. It was a clean win, and there was no damage, your small team included (survival points 20000)]

[You obtained a treasure chest worth a massive amount, which was very helpful for your development in the Doomsday wasteland (survival points 2000)]

[You successfully conquered a foreign race army whose level was in the "tens". On this wasteland, you created a new relationship model between humans and foreign races (survival points 3000)]

[Milestone - Rapidfire: In thirty seconds, the cumulative number of attacks small scale and above reached 30 (survival points 500)]

[Milestone - Ocean Novice: Ocean voyage exceeded 500km (survival points 100)]

[Milestone - Foreign Race Nemesis: You successfully won a battle above medium-scale in the battle against the foreign races. Furthermore, you won 10 times in a row without a single loss, and your name spread far and wide (survival points 1000)]

[Milestone - Butcher (One): Cumulatively killed over 10 thousand creatures (survival points 3000)]

[Milestone - Treasure Chest Hunter (One): Accumulated over a thousand treasure chests (survival points 1000)]

[During the evaluation of survival points upon scanning the host's living environment, 221 survival points were obtained today.]

Final calculation—survival points 34621

Remaining survival points—48741

"It's back, that familiar feeling is finally back!

"In just a few more days, my survival points will return to 50 thousand, and I won't have to live in such a frantic state anymore!"

Staring at the panel that was only two thousand short of 50 thousand survival points, Su Mo clenched his fists tightly. He was so excited that he wanted to immediately go and track down a foreign race to fight.

What did 50 thousand points mean?

Hope One was a ship created by the accumulation of manpower, material resources, and wealth, yet this ship that could be considered invincible at sea had only used up a minuscule amount of points!

Now, after just a single battle, Su Mo had already earned back all the points he had spent.

In the future, as long as Hope One was winning battles, it would be a stable profit!

Based on this calculation, Hope One was basically an investment with the lowest risk and highest returns in the wasteland!

As for the other end of things…

"Ever since I set sail, the daily survival points evaluation has dropped way too much. Back in the underground shelter, the stable daily points distribution was fixed at around 600, but now it's actually dropped right back to 200.

"Looks like it's time for a small makeover in terms of Hope One's comfort levels!"

Losing 400 points every day seemed very small when one had a base of 50 thousand, but in reality, it added up to a painful loss!

If Su Mo did not change this, he would be earning 3000 points less than he used to in a week.

This was no longer just a small number.

If used for upgrades, excluding other things, it would be absolutely no problem to increase the completion of Hope One by 0.5%!

While in deep thought, he watched Connie on the deck below as she finished the clan induction ceremony for the various soldiers and foreign races, the image of a biscuit appearing in the center of everyone's foreheads afterward.

Reassured, Su Mo nodded and went straight back inside, waving to Connie on the way to indicate that she could proceed with the previously-discussed plan.

For these ordinary foreign race soldiers, there was absolutely no need to waste time on them.

Their addition to Hope One could only be of limited help to its production and firepower.

This was especially so since most of these foreign race soldiers could not even speak the human language.

Even if Su Mo stood at the top of Hope One and delivered a passionate, hour-long speech, these foreign races—who could not understand it—would not be moved at all.

On the contrary, Su Mo's behavior of "decentralization" right before they joined, allowing the foreign races to interact with the other foreign races, would, in fact, encourage them to join faster.

"OS, pull up the anchor and prepare to go into long-distance travel mode. Locate the second navigation point."

Going down the stairs of the conference room on the second floor, Su Mo went down to the bridge and sat in the captain's seat. He placed his hands on the dashboard and went through the authorization procedure.

The long-distance travel mode was a new steering mode that Su Mo had especially added for this voyage.

When it was initiated, after every four hours of traveling at cruising speed, the OS would automatically increase Hope One's speed to the maximum possible, maintaining it for an hour before once again dropping back down to cruising speed in order to cool the engine down and let it breathe.

After traveling for 11 hours, the OS would automatically halt the engine, allowing the ship to drift along freely with the waves

On the way, the fire control radar would start scanning frequencies within 30 kilometers. Using the scan, the OS would then plan the best possible route to avoid all creatures that might show up.

This setup could demonstrate the capability of the matter conversion engine to perfection.

At the same time, it would not push the engine too hard and cause any problems.

Based on this speed, it would only take about 9 days before Hope One and Tundra One, now on the other end of the ocean…

Successfully met together!

[Captain Su Mo, Hope One's long-distance travel mode has already been activated, and the second navigation point has been automatically located. Wishing you a pleasant journey!]

In terms of how it actually felt, Hope One while moving and Hope One while stationary on the water felt exactly the same.

After exiting the bridge and coming out onto the deck to confirm that the ship was moving, Su Mo hurriedly went down to the kitchen to prepare everyone's meals for the next day.

After winning such an exciting battle and gaining such a huge volume of supplies, Su Mo did not skimp on this meal.

Stewed beef!

The freshest vegetables, stir-fried!

Moore's favorite cola, and the milk that Oreo liked.

The red wine that would make Big Spark and Little Spark cluck excitedly when they drank it as well as Connie's favorite, the small green cans of Tsingtao beer!

Su Mo picked out all the everyday "luxury" items from the inventory and set them on the table.

However, he then received news on his earphones that the few of them were busy, and they requested for Su Mo to eat first.

Su Mo was stunned and let out a silent laugh.

Alright!

Another piece of good news!

In this one battle, the Little Four had already gradually undergone some indescribable changes in their thinking after such a long period of psychic energy water nourishment.

Perhaps the changes were minuscule, but they were just like the butterfly effect.

These changes were entirely sufficient to set them up for a high point in the future!

In the past, once Su Mo gave the order to come and eat, no matter what they were doing, they would drop everything unconditionally and…

Get to the dining table to start eating!

According to the rules of the game, whether it was Oreo or Moore, or Big Spark or Little Spark, their mindsets were one hundred percent restricted by the game.

They could not disobey the orders of their master, Su Mo, for any reason at all.

This was the highest level of authority that the game gave to all the players. It was directly embedded into the mindsets of every pet.

However, now Su Mo saw some hope in leveraging this setting!

Thinking back on all the little things that happened in the days that he had spent with the Little Four, Su Mo felt happy recalling these times even though he was eating alone.

Putting the remaining hot food into the pot to keep warm, Su Mo slipped into the warehouse without disturbing anyone, much like an erratic ghost.

It was unlike the last time when there had not been enough space to contain all the unboxed supplies he had obtained

This time, Hope One still had a few thousand tons of carrying capacity. Even if a large hulk emerged from the treasure box, Hope One could still accommodate them without any problem!

"These thousand and more wooden treasure chests mostly contain living supplies once they're opened. At present, there's too much inventory on Hope One, so if I unboxed them, they would just be left there anyway. It's better to keep them in their treasure chests for now.

"When the time comes, if the treasure chests can truly be put in storage for a long time, then when the next Secret Realm Trading opens, bringing them to sell in the trading market might be a good idea.

"Let's start with the iron treasure chests then!"

He looked at the flickering dark glow of the iron treasure chests that had been considered precious in the past, but were now was piled in the corner like Chinese cabbages.

Su Mo rubbed his hands together and hurried forward excitedly!

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Chapter 363 - Calm After The Storm, A Golden Legendary Item!

As far as all surviving humans could see, the Almighty Su had fallen silent once again after a wave of high-profile exploits to save the human race.

On the night of the live broadcast, Su Mo had appeared, and the system had given a bonus of 100 Disaster Points to the audience watching the stream, triggering a small high point during the night.

This was despite the possibility that Su Mo's strong rise to the top—anticipated eagerly by many—might not happen.

Those who were lucky enough to be in the rankings also understood the situation well themselves.

Some of them used his popularity to jump onto the bandwagon. However, those who ridiculed him…

Were nowhere to be seen!

Some people speculated that Su Mo was holding back a big revelation during this disaster, just like last time, where he waited until the most critical moment to suddenly turn on the live broadcast and shock the entire wasteland.

Some speculated that Su Mo, as a wasteland "senior", was trying to give more opportunities to the younger generation—so that there would be more of them doing live broadcasts and gaining airdrop rewards.

There was even a chubby gentleman with butter for brains who boldly speculated that Su Mo was currently sitting in his ship with a harem of thousands of beauties, enjoying a life that ordinary refugees could never imagine.

The outrageous thing was that not everyone spurned this theory. Instead, it had even become a goal to be sought after by some.

What they certainly did not expect was that Su Mo, who was onboard Hope One at the moment, was experiencing…

Both pain and pleasure!

"Iron treasure chest, oh, iron treasure chest! Open up for me!"

Once again, he undid the lock on the treasure chest and watched the chest slowly disappear. A lithium battery appeared on the ground.

Su Mo rubbed his sore back and stood up with a great deal of effort.

Behind him, currently, over 120 of the 136 iron treasure chests had been opened, and the previously empty warehouse floor was piled with various miscellaneous items.

In these days of dramatically declining drop rates, the contents of treasure chests were no longer like what they were back in the day. Last time, there would still be the occasional hard goods like workbench or blueprints.

Parts, food, tools, and completed small items…

The contents of iron treasure chests were not great compared to gold and silver treasure chests, but at least they were not useless items like the ones found in wooden treasure chests.

Occasionally, Su Mo would get one or two items that had a slight sparkle to them, but on the whole, they were not good enough for him at this stage!

Pulling out his Mountain and Sea Painting Scroll card to get rid of the soreness in his back, Su Mo patiently crouched down once again and continued his tedious task of unboxing.

Very quickly, all 136 of the iron treasure chests were opened. Su Mo did not stop but turned his attention to the 87 bronze treasure chests!

Su Mo's mood was finally better this time, compared to when he was opening the iron treasure chests, and he harbored some hopes of finding some good items.

Unfortunately, after opening 10 bronze treasure chests in a row, his bad luck—which did not manifest often but was awful when it did—reared its head again.

He thought to himself, 'You're a bronze treasure chest! At least give me ten bags of rice!'

However, he got two bottles of mineral water! How outrageous!

In today's world of plummeting drop rates, only the elite among the foreign races could afford a single bronze treasure chest.

If they found out that he used so much money only to get two bottles of mineral water, he was not sure how they would react.

"This is fine. I suppose all the bad luck I'm getting will only accumulate toward my good luck later on. I still have the silver and gold chests!

"It's fine if the bronze treasure chests are all trash, as long as there's a high-value item in the gold treasure chests! Then sacrificing all these bronze chests will be worth it!"

In the eyes of the ordinary refugees of the wasteland, the bronze treasure chests were precious. However, for Su Mo, they were expendable.

Moreover, Su Mo knew deep down that the kind of luck he used to have was excessive. It was like he drew miracles every single time he opened up a treasure chest.

If that were true for everyone, every human in the wasteland would now be so rich that they could start chasing down the foreign races for a fight.

The normal resources and normal blueprints he was getting now were most likely the default for bronze and iron treasure chests.

When he became fatigued from opening chests, he took a break for a while and continued when he was done resting.

While doing so, Su Mo even connected to Connie's core and went looking around the foreign races' chat channel with great interest.

Unsurprisingly, it was still very quiet.

The death of over twenty thousand foreign races was like dropping a stone in the ocean—it did not cause so much as a ripple.

In the foreign races' discussion topics, there was one thing that was being talked about the most.

The Golden Lion King had stopped their live broadcast stream!

However, what was certain was that not a single one of the foreign races who knew the inside story went on the World Channel to answer these individuals.

Unusually, on this extraordinarily significant day, even the Five Royal Clans did not turn on their live broadcast to continue consolidating their prestige.

It was as if they had vanished, disappearing overnight without a trace.

Even the staunch Royalists did not dare to come out and mock the Oreo clan or the Golden Lion King. Every single one of them kept mum and were as quiet as mutes, which was a rare scene.

Su Mo was unmoved by this for no other reason than he had expected it!

The foreign race teams that went hunting for Old Devil Su had fallen onto the hands of the Golden Lion King. If anyone were to find out, there would be no need to even talk about whether the plans for the marine hunt would still be able to come to fruition.

The Five Royal Clans' name and credibility would instantly drop to the lowest it had ever been in the entire history of the foreign races!

They would be making history and writing the future, setting an unprecedented record.

Until they managed to completely get rid of Old Devil Su and the Golden Lion King, they would be nailed to the royal column of shame, forced to endure being ridiculed by everyone.

In fact, it was highly likely that the real "giants" behind the Royal Family might even stop investing in them if they were to find out about this failed operation.

Naturally, they did not dare to speak out and could only swallow these disastrous consequences in silence.

"I'm guessing that even up until now, the Royal Clans still don't know my true identity. This… is so much fun!

"In the future, I might be able to use the Golden Lion King and the Oreo clan identities once more. It might even be possible for us to completely create internal chaos within the foreign races!"

Su Mo smiled as he switched off the game panel and continued to open his treasure chests.

The Five Royal Clans did not want the ordinary foreign races to find out about this imbecile thing that they had done. They just wanted the marine hunt to go ahead as planned so that they could redeem themselves.

Likewise, Su Mo was thinking the same thing.

At the moment, all the humans could not even get used to the swaying of the sea. If the marine hunt plans went haywire, the ordinary foreign races might feel they had no future with no option but to frenziedly attack the human race once they got to the New World.

If that were to happen, it would not be even ten days before more than one-third of the human population would go down drastically—most likely within two or three days.

Instead, if the truth about the battle were to be revealed at the most critical moment of the upcoming war after the entire human race had gained a certain amount of strength, it might actually serve as a disruptive attack.

Su Mo was very clear about the pros and cons of the entire matter and was able to look at things long-term.

While he was in deep thought, he had also finished opening all the bronze treasure chests.

He was not in a hurry to open the gold and silver treasure chests, so after that, he transported all the supplies he had obtained into the warehouse, sorted into their proper place according to their properties.

After this, Su Mo strode to the bathroom on the ground floor, turned on the water heater, and took a hot shower.

Unlike bronze and iron treasure chests, the silver treasure chests were real treasures—what more the gold ones!

No one else knew this, but every night before Su Mo went to bed, he would rejoice in the bold decision he made on his second day in the wasteland!

During the first few times that he opened up his silver treasure chests, not only did he obtain psychic energy crystals and Oreo, he even managed to get the key blueprints for the Civil Type II—Matter Conversion Engine.

It was truly those exact silver treasure chests that allowed Su Mo to progress countless times faster than anyone else, right from the start.

Right now, after a good shower and changing into a new set of clothes, Su Mo looked at the 48 silver treasure chests laid out in front of him. His heart skipped a beat, and he slowly laid his hand on one of them.

Like an experienced thief, Su Mo unlocked it with unparalleled skill, taking just six seconds to open the silver treasure chest.

"Good, it's not an item! It's a blueprint!"

As expected, there was nothing fantastic yet. At the same time, Su Mo was full of anticipation as he continued to accumulate his luck for the gold treasure chests.

Once he had opened the chest and picked up the design blueprint that appeared on the ground, Su Mo appraised it with the system, hoping for a little luck, and looked pleased.

[Excellent Plier Toolkit Design Blueprint (Excellent)

[Description: This is a design blueprint that contains a method of making high grade pliers. If you strictly follow the materials specifications and manufacturing requirements when creating it, you will get an excellent and handy tool.

[Required place to load: Workbench

[Limitation 1: Must be manually created by the player

[Limitation 2: Production site. Must have the corresponding workbench.

[Comment: It's not too much to carry around a 14kg wrench when we're sailing a ship, right?

After making his first workbench, Su Mo had kept an eye out for subsequent upgrades to it.

There was no shortage of excellent quality work modules and experiment modules for sale in the market.

However, there were never any tools above good quality!

In fact, things were so much so that by the time they went to sea, all the operating tools on the workbench were still not of any quality and were marked with the large word 'simplistic'.

"I never understood why no one was selling high grade tools before, but from the looks of it now, perhaps people who had the blueprints ran into the big problem of not being able to make the items!"

Since the first silver treasure chest he opened was a good one, Su Mo did not hesitate. After putting the item aside, he continued opening the other treasure chests.

This time, as long as the contents of the chest did not have a miraculous flicker of light, Su Mo would set them aside and move on to open the next treasure chest.

Compared to the bronze and iron chests, this time the game did not treat the players like dogs and did not dare to set any limitations for the drop rates.

After opening up all 48 treasure chests, Su Mo did not manage to get even a single food item.

Likewise, he did not get anything useless either.

"Let me count. I've got quite a haul for the silver treasure chests with a total of…

"19 design blueprints, 11 small tools, 8 instruments, 1 rare quality high power charger, 4 coupons, and 5 consumables.

"Not bad! Not bad at all!"

Each item he had obtained from the silver treasure chest had its own unique effect, but right now, Su Mo had set aside any intentions of calculating it all.

When he was almost at the 300th treasure chest and it was time to open the gold ones, an indescribable feeling suddenly went through Su Mo's mind.

It was like a sixth sense in the dark, or maybe it was just self-consolation.

He stood up and surveyed all the remaining golden treasure chests, then took two steps forward and drew out the fourth one.

There seemed to be a voice speaking loudly to him.

'This treasure chest definitely contains hard goods!'

Since he held the rights to all the treasure chests, Su Mo chose to follow his heart at that exciting moment. He lifted the treasure chest in his hands and opened it in the air.

The next second, the treasure chest unlocked, and a golden light that did not disappoint Su Mo suddenly shone out as the lid lifted slowly!

The golden light was not dazzling, nor did it stand out!

It was like the sun suddenly bursting out of the clouds in the bitter cold of winter.

It was warm!

It was so warm that even the corners of Su Mo's taut lips turned up in a small smile!

He pulled the lid open and let the golden light in the box shine out for a few seconds. After it disappeared along with the box, a card appeared in Su Mo's hand.

Unlike the resource card he had obtained previously, this time, the image on the card was extremely unfamiliar to him.

For such a novel object, Su Mo did not use the system to identify it, but paid some Disaster Points directly and selected the game panel to conduct detailed identification.

He felt the same novelty as when he had first found a resource card.

The next second, as the card's properties floated up, Su Mo looked over at it with wide eyes.

When he saw it, Su Mo could not help but exclaim in amazement.

"Holy crap, I can't f*cking believe this!

"This is really playing dirty, right!"

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Chapter 364 - Patching Up Foundations, Abundant Hidden Rewards

Up until now, out of all the different cards, Su Mo had obtained two kinds.

The first type was cards derived from resources.

Whether it was related to spawning, creation and modification, or restoring reserves, these cards were sufficient to transform the internal environment of a shelter.

If one could accumulate enough resource cards, even a barren, infertile location could be transformed into a haven through the power of these cards!

These aside, the other type of card was the function cards that had various properties.

Examples were the powerful Mountain and Sea Painting Scroll card, the Stealing the Day, Changing the Light card, which could avoid game detection, the storage card that released an excavator, and many others.

These cards possessed miraculous power from unknown sources; if used in the correct place, every single one of them could turn an entire situation on its head.

However, as Su Mo stared at the cards in front of him, each containing different properties, the corner of his eye twitched as he pulled up the properties analysis panel.

[Memory Weapon Manifestation Card (Rare)]

[Description: A card that contains records of unusual manifestation power. When the player uses this card, they can extract a weapon from their memory and make it tangible. Please take note that this card can only manifest the weapon. It will not manifest the corresponding ammunition for that weapon.

[Range of Manifestation: Dependent on the bond between player and weapon

[Limitation 1: There is a fixed success rate for manifestation. When manifesting, the card will automatically analyze the nine essential elements of the manifested item including level, lethality, rarity… and set the chances of success. When the chance of success is not 100%, there is a risk of failing the manifestation. Once the manifestation fails, the card will vanish.

[Limitation 2: The Manifestation Card can undergo fusion. The chances of successful manifestation increase with each fusion.

[Limitation 3: When manifesting the same weapon, each failure will result in a fixed accumulation of success rates. When success rate is full, manifestation is guaranteed.

[Limitation 4: Cannot be traded.

[Resale Value: High

[Resale Price: 800 Disaster Points

The card's properties were not hard to understand at all. Su Mo glanced at the bottom of the card and decided to try something out. In his heart, he chose to mutely speak the glorious name of the weapon that both humans and foreign races remembered…

Dongfeng-17!

In terms of bond, even if there were people on Earth who had actually operated Dongfeng-17 before, they could not compare to even half of Su Mo's bond with it!

After all, there would not be a second person who could single-handedly sit in the "fantasy" ballistic missile truck and launch the Dongfeng Missile.

[Weapon selection success, calculating bond, current bond 95.6%, manifesting… Dongfeng-17 Missile, calculating success rate…]

[Current manifestation success rate 0.003%, every failure increases success rate by 0.001%, Do you wish to manifest?]

"No!"

Su Mo chuckled upon seeing that the success rate the card had given him was higher than expected. He then shook his head to cancel the manifestation. After that, he attempted to manifest every single weapon currently on Hope One.

Among these, for items that contained practically no technology—whether it was an explosive charge, handgun, rifle, or a machine gun—the Manifestation Card granted a 100% success rate for them all.

Even for weapons that Su Mo had seen on Earth but not actually operated before, the success rate for those weapons was higher than 90%.

If one were to speculate according to this…

"If official organizations have four to five cards like this one that can actually manifest a few objects, then their confidence this time makes perfect sense!

"No, it can't be, if there are Weapon Manifestation Cards like this, are there other types of Manifestation Cards then?

"For example… ammunition? Tools? Basic facilities?"

One could extrapolate the whole from just a hint.

Since Su Mo had lived on the wasteland for such a long time and had seen a considerable number of instruments and tools that defied reason, he accepted new things very quickly.

After letting his imagination run free about the functions of other types of cards, Su Mo did not pursue this matter any further. Instead, he focused on opening up the remaining chests.

With these 21 gold chests, it seemed that his good luck had returned after vanishing while opening the bronze and silver chests. There were four instances where sparkles of light appeared.

Based on the ratios, a one-in-five drop rate was a very shocking statistic.

Su Mo made an inventory of all the items obtained from the gold and silver chests.

After pulling up the Resource Record in the game panel that he had not used in quite some time, he willed his thoughts and intentions like a blade and began to write.

[Blueprint Type: Good-quality blueprints*14, excellent-quality blueprints*11, super miniature metal refinery construction manual (rare-quality)*1, Zongheng Brand Ocean Speedboat (rare-quality)*1, high-strength anti-corrosion wire production drawings (rare-quality)*1.

[Tool Type: 6 good-quality tools, 14 excellent-quality tools, electric auger bit (rare-quality)*1, 40-meter high-speed transmission cable (rare-quality)*1, high-capacity safety charger (rare-quality)*1

[Instruments: Good-quality instruments*4, excellent-quality instruments*4, scuba-diving breathing apparatus set (rare-quality)*1, liquid replication machine (rare-quality)*1

[Coupon Type: First-level random resource generation card*2, 0.2 m3 storage space expansion coupon*1, first-level designated resource modification card (reserves expansion)*1, Memory Weapon Manifestation card*2, second-level resource generation card*1, Reserve Recovery Card, (5%)*1

The spoils from this battle were quite bountiful compared to the previous battles. The items that he had obtained, whether they were blueprints or tools, were enough to make up for some of the fundamentals that he had been forced to overlook due to how fast the shelter had expanded.

All the blueprints basically encompassed the shortcomings of the shelter's infrastructure. Once he learned how to construct them, the capabilities within the shelter's territory would be increased significantly.

As for the coupons, two first-level resource cards and one second-level resource card had spawned. This meant a bright future for the basin.

Of the remaining items, the one that Su Mo was most interested in was still one that had appeared in the instruments category…

The liquid replication machine!

"This thing can even replicate psychic energy water—not bad, not bad at all, but the cost…

"It's just too expensive!"

The liquid replication machine was half as tall as an average person. In appearance, its design was not that much different from a washing machine.

It was truly a no-brainer to use.

One only had to add approximately 10ml of the liquid that one desired to replicate and set it as the main source for replication. One then added liquid of similar volume into the machine before pressing the "replicate" button.

Depending on the quality of the liquid that was being replicated and its rarity, the user would have to pay the corresponding cost to successfully execute the replication process.

If this item had been obtained in the early stages of the game when everyone was in need of water, it could have been one of the most powerful items in the game.

However, in this stage of the game, where all the players had reserves of freshwater, it could only be used to increase a player's advantage!

Of course, even replicating just one ton of freshwater required 100 Disaster Points.

The cost of replicating other types of liquids, though, would rise exorbitantly!

For example, replicating a liter of psychic energy water would require 5000 Disaster Points.

Apart from Su Mo himself, no other individual in the wasteland could afford such a high sum!

Because of the costs involved, this item appeared to be useless.

However, after some consideration, Su Mo still managed to find a way to showcase its capabilities.

The bucket of light-absorbing paint that he had previously obtained from the ruins of Liangfang Town was also considered a liquid!

If that paint could be mass-produced and then applied onto Hope One's surface, despite not being able to achieve an effect similar to cloaking in broad daylight—the paint would only be able to obscure its visibility from a few kilometers away—at night the ship could transform into a true "phantom in the dark".

Beyond 300 meters, as long as Hope One did not turn on any lights, even if one observed carefully, they would only be able to make out a vague shape.

From 500 to 800 meters on, the vessel could achieve an effect similar to being half-cloaked, blending with the color of the water.

Once the ship was outside the one-kilometer range, even foreign races with special vision abilities would not be able to spot Hope One through mere sight alone.

Su Mo had greatly desired such a powerful stealth capability ever since he designed Hope One, but unfortunately, he only had one bucket of paint. That was not enough to paint even the bow of the ship.

He certainly had not anticipated unexpectedly obtaining an item like this once he had set sail. All things considered, it was a fantastic deal!

As for the replication costs…

"I only need to cover the ship with a thin layer of paint, so if 1kg of paint can cover 4m2 to 6m2, the most I would need to replicate is one ton of paint.

"Compared with the psychic energy water…"

Su Mo experimented by pouring 10ml of paint into the replication machine. The light on the game panel flickered and displayed the cost of producing 1 kilogram of paint.

3.8 survival points.

It was neither expensive nor cheap. If he were only painting Earth Tiger, then it would be an extremely good deal.

However, because Hope One's surface area was too big, the cost jumped straight to approximately 3800 points!

Su Mo mused for a while, then drew in a deep breath as he shifted his gaze toward the balance of his Disaster Points.

Before seeing it, he had been fine; once he saw the number on the screen, however, he was absolutely shocked!

After discovering that he had 18200 points, Su Mo smacked his head and beamed in delight.

"How could I forget that points were also awarded for defeating the foreign races!

"I was awarded 500 points just for blowing up the lions' camp. Yesterday I eradicated… 14 races, no wonder I've obtained so many rewards."

Now that the number of times he could transfer (within a 5-kilometer radius) had become 15—excluding the reward for the Hope Villagers finishing off the two lions—he could now calculate very precisely that…

Yesterday's battle had completely annihilated 14 races!

Even though Su Mo had become increasingly undemonstrative as of late, he could not contain his excitement when he saw those rewards.

This feeling was similar to buying a lottery ticket and considering it lucky if one managed to win several hundred bucks—then unexpectedly winning five hundred thousand instead!

No one could contain themselves under those circumstances!

"Upgrading a level 5 shelter would require 10,000 points; replicating the paint requires 3800 points. I'll still be left with 4400 points after spending all of that, so I have nothing to worry about!"

After some calculation and realizing that he had sufficient resources, Su Mo raised his brows and moved the liquid replication machine to the outer perimeter. He then began working.

There had simply been far too many pleasant surprises in this battle.

Su Mo was very grateful that he could reap such bounties while on the way to pick up his sister!

If he could find a ruin to enter in the next ten days of travel, even if he decided to back out immediately because the conditions were too dangerous, that would also fulfill all the criteria needed to upgrade his level 5 shelter.

All the missions he had planned during this voyage would then be complete!

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Chapter 365: Three Thousand Kilometers, A Difficult Matter Becomes Extremely Simple!

In the absence of disasters or any special conditions, the wasteland sky was always so clear it was startling.

The temperature of the entire ocean region would be set when the sun rose on the horizon and began shining brightly from 6 o'clock in the morning.

This would continue for six hours until noon, where the temperature of the sea would also rise as time passed by until it reached a terrifying 36 degrees.

Other than a small cloud that would drift through the sky every now and then to give some shade to those below, there was no other place on the ocean where one could find shelter from this kind of temperature.

Even migrating birds that usually traveled dozens of kilometers squawked in protest under the intense heat, but it was still hard for them to find a place to rest along the way.

However, this flock of birds was in luck today!

A massive object appeared on the edge of the horizon within their narrow field of vision—not only could they get enough rest on it, but they could hitch a ride as well.

As the sun shone down, the ocean looked brilliantly blue and grand, its ripples dazzling.

However, roughly one-third of the huge object in the distance was pitch-black as if all light resented it and wanted to chase it away.

Such an odd sight did not frighten the birds—instead, it made them flap their wings even faster.

They could not wait to rest.

Yet…

The speed at which the massive object was moving was faster than the birds had expected. In less than three minutes, it had arrived in front of them, fast as lightning.

A ship?

Without giving the birds time to think much more, a large net swept down from the sky the minute they perched on the ship's bow, capturing all of them.

"Captain, Captain, Moore caught a flock of passing birds, there are… seven of them!"

Trapped within the net, the birds could not help but squawk and try to resist while staring at their captor…

A bear?

A bear whose entire being radiated joyful delight!

"Oh no, Moore, how many times do I have to tell you? These birds aren't good to eat; didn't I roast one for you yesterday? You even gave that one to Li Li.

"Didn't I tell you that I'm going to catch a huge fish for you today so you can eat to your heart's content? Let them go, quickly now!"

Seeing that Moore was beaming with joy and causing a ruckus on the main deck, Su Mo had no choice but to poke his head out of the captain's quarters and admonish him.

After hearing Su Mo's orders, Moore chuckled and loosened the net.

The birds inside the net hurriedly flew out and perched on a pole in the distance, cautiously keeping an eye on Moore.

Moore, on the other hand, merely scratched his head and chuckled while mimicking the migratory birds' squawking, continuing to tease them.

Standing in the captain's quarters on the third floor, Su Mo knew that Moore had not intended to capture the birds.

It was just that his life as Chief Mate was far too boring!

Currently, when all was said and done, this was the fourth day of Hope One's voyage; two and a half days had passed since the battle with the 20 thousand foreign races.

In these two and a half days, Hope One had already covered more than 3000 kilometers in long-distance travel mode.

Hope Village and the core of the basin had now been left far behind them, so much so that when they contacted Chen Shen in the morning, there had been static on the line when the call connected.

Su Mo could not believe that the expected bumpy voyage on the wasteland ocean had turned into smooth sailing in just two days or so.

He had been worried about running into many unobservant foreign races along the way or encountering some other unexpected circumstances, resulting in time delays for nothing and causing accidents.

After all, even though he had the aid of the OS, after Su Mo transmigrated to the wasteland, the process of transforming himself from just a normal human being into what he was now had taken only two months minus a day!

Neither the movies on Earth nor the stories in novels had led him to even imagine how to pilot a ship and smoothly traverse more than 10 thousand kilometers to pick up his sister.

This proved that difficulties and obstacles in life were often caused by ignorance, by the fear that humans harbored toward the unknown.

Once the unknown had been identified, even the most difficult matter would become simple!

If they continued at this speed, there was no need for ten days or half a month—they would only need nine days to meet up with Tundra One on battlefield area 3.

"Captain, Captain, please give Moore some work to do. Moore wants to fight, Moore… wants! to! Fire! Cannon!"

After teasing the migratory birds for a while, Moore watched Su Mo, who was still leaning against the window and staring at the sea churning behind the rapidly traveling ship.

Moore then began his comical belly dance, making Oreo chuckle a little as she sprawled on the floor of the conference room on the second level.

Ever since Oreo had become a Dog God, her interests had also become somewhat peculiar, unlike other huskies.

During Hope One's rest time, her daily routine was now going for a swim in the ocean, and a non-negotiable fixed session of basking in the daytime sun for three hours.

Thankfully, the mixed group of foreign races who were being rigorously trained by Connie in the back area of the deck did not know that the actual god of the O Clan was actually Oreo.

If not, their faith would be shattered and their belief destroyed.

"Wait for a little. We have an hour and a half left, then Hope One will stop for an hour. I'll bring you down to the sea to have a look then.

"Perhaps some sea creatures have already shown up here!"

After opening the porthole and tossing a cold bottle of cola down to Moore, Su Mo felt thirsty too. He picked up half a chilled watermelon and leaped down from the porthole, landing securely on the main deck.

If an ordinary person wanted to attempt a mind-blowing landing like that, they would have to learn parkour and how to offload force.

However, now that Su Mo had achieved a terrifying 51 points in physical constitution, this impact was nothing. His legs did not feel even the slightest bit numb.

He dug out two scoops of watermelon and put them where the migrating birds could feed.

Carrying the remaining watermelon, Su Mo headed toward the bow of the ship where the flag had been erected and lay down on a deck chair that had been set up beforehand.

From here, even if he was lying down, he still had a panoramic view of the entire ocean in front of him.

Besides, the deck chair's temperature could be adjusted—a special feature that simulated the most comfortable and appropriate conditions.

Therefore, the ship's bow was unquestionably Su Mo's favorite spot on the entire vessel and was also where he spent most of his time!

"OS, remotely control the Defense Master to scan within 200 meters of the nearby surroundings and check for any abnormalities in energy points!"

Su Mo touched his Bluetooth earphone as he scooped out the sweetest middle part of the watermelon, bit into its juicy flesh, and gave his orders indistinctly.

Out of all Hope One's components, the Defense Master was the first one that Su Mo had modified the moment he saved up 50 thousand survival points.

Su Mo realized that there were many weaknesses with the previous fire control radar after the battle with the foreign races.

First of all, it could only detect objects on the surface of the sea within 50 kilometers. Furthermore, when it tried to mark and track a moving target, it would rapidly consume the OS's computing power, which meant that its capabilities left much to be desired.

Secondly, seawater was an electrolysis medium and contained a considerable volume of ions such as potassium ions, sodium ions, chloride ions, and so on. These ions could absorb large quantities of electromagnetic waves, thus drastically weakening the distance of the transmitted electromagnetic waves.

Not only that, but the water could also absorb, refract and reflect a significant quantity of the radar waves as they were being transmitted, which made it increasingly difficult for the electromagnetic waves to detect anything at the bottom of the sea.

Before the Defense Master was upgraded, three to five meters below the ocean's surface was the limit for radar from the '70s. It would also frequently report wrong data out of the blue, so it was very difficult to fully utilize during actual combat.

The third thing was the distance measurement range!

To ensure Hope One's concealment and safety during its voyage on the sea, Su Mo had already set things up so that the ship would avoid living creatures.

However, anything within fifty kilometers of the fire control radar would be scanned and fed back into the OS. At Hope One's speed, the ship would be less than forty kilometers away from its objective by the time the OS had finished rerouting the ship's course.

At this point, the OS had to take control of Hope One and decide whether to take another route or slow down, but this was extremely troublesome.

For these three issues, after looking at the OS's daily operations log, Su Mo made a grand gesture with his hand. Using 28000 points plus a little of the materials he had brought from Hope Village, as well as a lot more materials he had obtained from the treasure chests, he initiated an upgrade.

The upgrade this time elevated Hope One's overall degree of completion by 5%, which made the degree of completion jump to 38% straight away.

Furthermore, it increased the Defense Master's surveillance range from 50 kilometers to 200 kilometers. The upgrade also constructed a complete set of easily-operated sonar detection equipment for Hope One.

This sonar equipment looked deceptively simple, but it could detect living creatures at a maximum distance of 45 meters and a maximum depth of 600 meters.

After upgrading the Defense Master to excellent-quality, there was one important item appearing among its special properties…

Energy detection!

[Respected Captain Su Mo, the Defense Master has not detected any energy waves for now.]

[Do you wish to activate power-saving mode but continue to monitor energy waves within 200 kilometers?]

"Activate!"

Su Mo heard a response that was all too familiar to him. Even though he was a little anxious, he suppressed this trace of worry and slowly gave his order.

Now that the first ocean disaster had passed, the arrival of the sea creatures was imminent.

At this rate, before the third ocean disaster with the tsunami would come, the ruins would open up one after the other and grant access once again.

At present, Su Mo had fulfilled the conditions for upgrading a level 5 shelter, whether it was in survival points or physical constitution. The only thing left to do was to enter one last time, then the upgrading process would be complete.

By then, whether it was machine tool manufacturing or the rockets and guided missiles for the vertical missile launchers, all of those would have been prepared.

Once he had all those things, there was no need to even think about the terrestrial foreign races. Even if they joined forces with the marine foreign races, Su Mo did not fear them at all.

However, now that he was stuck at that one final requirement, Su Mo quickly composed himself after a moment of melancholy. He continued lounging on his chair, munching on his watermelon, and browsing through the World Channel to stave off his loneliness.

From now until nine days after, all the marine foreign races would arrive one after the other.

However, within 72 hours, 575 trillion tons of marine creatures would show up first, creating a legitimate ecological cycle.

From the comments on the World Channel right now, different rules in letting in new creatures meant that many places were experiencing an "explosive abundance of fish". Some places were like the ones that had Su Mo passed by…

Apart from aquatic plants, there was nothing else!

After reading through the chats in the World Channel for a while, Su Mo still adhered to the force of habit from the last few days and switched back to the Disaster Resistance Channel.

Compared to the first day's upsurge in popularity with everyone, three to four days had gone by, but the bigger shelters on the sea had no way to upgrade their degree of completion. As a result, the channel was still dominated by casual players.

However, after last night, the entire atmosphere of the channel suddenly became a little peculiar. Players were not talking about how to resist the ocean disaster, nor were they studying ships and boats.

Everyone was doing the exact same thing…

Fishing!

"Those with diabetes, please step back a little. Don't let the fishes taste that sweetness!"

"There's the wilderness and the great forests, now let me take you all down to the bottom of the sea for a first-person view."

"Taking on the internet challenge, current status—13 hours, 5 sea bass, 11 yellow croakers"

"I'll say yes to whatever you ask! Just stop fishing, okay? Out, swim out of here!"

"Oh my goodness! Look over here! An old fisherman won't ever go away empty-handed, I actually managed to fish out three wooden treasure chests in succession!"

"Level two raft, the strongest raft in the wasteland, the valuable live broadcast stream you need to watch every day"

"Come in quick, I'll teach you step-by-step how to get a permanent title of your own and increase your vertigo resistance score by a little! It's the best weapon to fight motion sickness!"

…

"Hm? Some people actually obtained permanent titles and also lowered their vertigo score?"

Su Mo had been lounging on his deck chair, browsing through all sorts of strange headings.

However, when his gaze fell on a heading fourth up from the bottom, which was also the 26th live stream in the schedule, he suddenly sat up in shock!

Even until now, Su Mo was not clear about titles.

Whether it was the "Hardworking Gardener" title obtained from possessing high-level gardening skills, or the "God Slayer" title acquired from killing the Heavenly Dog Pseudo God—in fact, whether or not these two titles were useful—an ordinary human had no hope of achieving them, based solely on how they needed to be obtained.

However, sure enough, someone had figured out how to obtain permanent titles and also increase their vertigo resistance properties.

"Currently, after four days of adaptation, even if the whole of mankind already is immune to vertigo, we still have a long way to go in terms of unleashing our combat power!

"If everyone can get a title and it helps with their vertigo score, then this person can literally be called a hero!"

With a joyful heart, after giving instructions to the OS not to disturb him unless it was imperative, Su Mo focused his attention and connected to the live broadcast stream…

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Chapter 366: The Butterfly Expands Its Wings, The Variety of Human Development

A black streak flashed by. Hope One slowly disappeared into the distance as it sped across the ocean, only leaving behind a trail full of mystery.

Without any supporting features, the live broadcast video feed that bordered on realistic VR simulation was a miracle to behold.

Even though Su Mo had entered the live broadcast stream so many times, he could not help but admire what he saw as he looked around him.

"Hey, this doesn't look like the deep sea nor a shallow portion of the sea, New World? That doesn't seem right, the New World has not appeared yet, so how could anybody be this quick!"

"My goodness, why is this place so familiar?"

As the image became clearer, he could see a boundless, massive mountain underneath him. Su Mo was momentarily stunned as he could not figure out what was going on.

A player that could appear on the rankings and get on one of the Disaster Resistance live broadcast streams was one that had already achieved a certain standard in the game.

Someone actually made a mountain?

Ah no, some of them have not even departed yet?

With these questions on his mind, after he focused his thoughts and gained access to the different camera angles, he started to look around.

However, after just ten seconds of looking around, the corner of his eyes started to twitch uncontrollably.

The contents of the stream was far different from the others; there was something that everyone did not expect, something that even Su Mo did not expect…

The player that made it on this live broadcast stream and advertised that anyone could get titles under his tutelage was actually from…

The enduring faction!

"My goodness, there's a "spy" among the live streamers!"

Su Mo was no stranger to this mountain range; it was his second time viewing this location where the blonde live streamer had once mocked him.

Of course, now that the ocean had emerged, the small mountain range where the blonde person used to live was now submerged underwater.

Right now, the only things that could be seen above the surface of the ocean were mountains of enormous proportions.

These mountains were still able to provide the humans who lived on it a suitable living environment, even as waves crashed upon them.

Along the sides of the submerged mountain range, through the observation radius of five kilometers, Su Mo could clearly see that, on the foot of the mountain close to the sea, a man-made bay had been carved out of the mountain!

Within that bay was a 15-meter long boat that was designed a little differently from everyone else's.

That boat was a familiar sight to everyone who lived near the ocean. It was…

A fishing boat!

"There are always amazing things happening in this great, big world. While everyone else planned to traverse the ocean to get to the New World, these people relied on the mountains and the ocean to survive, and even made a fishing boat for themselves."

"As the sea creatures have started emerging, as long as the trading market is open, these people will not have to worry about transporting their goods and lacking resources. They can always rely on the fishing boat to obtain a constant supply of resources."

"Besides, this place is a natural resource for the production of sea salt! That's pretty amazing!"

Su Mo changed to another camera angle and looked around the five-kilometer area. As for the amazing people who made this place their home, Su Mo gave them a huge thumbs up.

Beneath the mountain was the ocean itself. Besides the pathway behind the man-made bay, the other parts of the mountain were covered in nothing but jagged rocks and dangerous-looking terrain; even foreign races with incredible physiques would find it very hard to scale and assault the place.

The only way to get to the mountain was to follow the pathway behind the bay.

Since that path was also man-made, that signified…

That it was easy to defend but hard to take down!

Along the pathway toward the mountain, with just a rough glance, Su Mo could already count more than ten spots that could be used to set up ambushes and traps.

With natural barriers for defense and a great location for development, not only was this disaster not a disaster to these people, it was instead a rare…

Opportunity!

"Welcome to the Mulanje Mountain Shelter, my name is Garfield Bieber. That's right, the Bieber of Justin Bieber, but I like it better if you would call me Garfield!"

After changing to the first-person perspective, a white man appeared on the screen. His upper body was naked, but he had a chest full of hair that made him look somewhat stout and powerful.

However, after he said his name was Garfield, and then squished his face into the shape of Garfield the cat, he looked silly and fun.

Behind him was the fishing boat Su Mo had seen just a moment ago.

Besides that, Su Mo also saw many people on the boat that shared the same skin color as he did, people of Asian descent. He also saw many black-skinned, muscular people.

"There are many races there, but they are all happy working together. It seems that they landed on the same mountain range together. With no enemies around and not having to worry about survival, they're doing pretty well."

"From their body shape and build, it looks like food is not scarce on the mountain. No wonder they have so much confidence in holding out there."

Since the stream had just begun, Garfield had just started to canvass people into watching his stream.

Just like live streams on Earth, it was only after he put on a fascinating title to attract people into the live broadcast stream that he started conveying the actual contents of the stream.

"Whoa, Huaxia's Almighty Su is here too, Ding Zhengqi, Zhai Yuebin, Han Bi… get into our stream quickly, your idol's here!"

As Su Mo watched, Garfield suddenly called out more than ten names excitedly, as if he was calling them to come to look at an actual god.

Su Mo virtually pinched his glabella.

These couple of days, because of his popularity and his participation in Sun Xian's live broadcast stream on the first night, the game had distributed a hundred Disaster Resistance Points to three hundred million people.

The moment Su Mo joined any live broadcast stream, there would be a similar reaction each time.

After all, herd mentality was a real thing.

The moment everyone heard that Almighty Su joined a certain live broadcast stream, the players who missed out on the previous 100 points would swarm in like sharks sensing the scent of blood.

They actually did not care about whether they could obtain the points or not. Rather, they were thinking about what would happen if they missed out on such an important moment?!

According to previous experience, the moment Su Mo entered a live broadcast stream, it would reach 1.5 billion viewers within 10 minutes at most.

This time around, it took even less time!

In just six minutes, the number of views skyrocketed beyond 2 billion. Garfield, who stood at the center of the fishing boat could not hold back the smile on his face any longer as he beamed with joy.

Just like the last time, this live broadcast stream also gained a popularity boost.

Of course, since there were 2 billion people in the room, the airdrop reward that would be given to him was also improved.

This level of popularity was more than Garfield anticipated.

Then, without further ado, Garfield moved to the bow of the boat and lifted his head, going straight into the subject at hand!

"Once again, a very warm welcome to my 2 billion comrades from Earth, I am Garfield Bieber. Since there are so many people here today, I shall not keep everyone waiting. I know that you're all very curious about the title that I mentioned, so right now, I shall put it on display and let everyone see its effects."

As Garfield finished his sentence, after fiddling with his settings, a pale yellow title slowly emerged above his head.

With the sun shining behind it, the color of the title looked a little pale, but since it was suspended in midair, everyone could clearly see what it was.

"A yellow title, let me see, this is…"

"Friend of the Ocean?"

It was not clear what the color of the title signified, but Garfield was not trying to conceal it either, so he displayed the full properties of his title.

[Friend of the Ocean]

[Description: In the endless ocean of the wasteland, you chose to join the Lawful Good faction. Your kindness has been approved by the God of the Ocean, thus you have been awarded the title of "Friend of the Ocean". After putting on this title, you will be given a few restrictions, and once you break any of the restrictions, you will lose your title and you will not be given the opportunity to obtain it a second time.]

[First title function: The ocean is your second "mother". When you're out on the ocean, your will gain the following enhancements:

All physical fitness properties 1, swimming speed in the ocean 1, energy recovery speed on the ocean 50%, injury recovery speed on the ocean 15%.

Vertigo resistance 1, hunger resistance 1, disease resistance 1.]

[Second title function: When the title holder's ship or boat sails on the ocean, it will obtain the blessing of the marine creatures. By default, marine creatures will not harm the ship or boat of the title holder, unless the title is lost.]

[Third title function: After activating the title, the player can continue to perform acts of kindness to increase their title's level. The more acts of kindness the player performs, and the higher the intimacy levels between the player and marine creatures are, the higher the properties of this title will be.]

[First restriction: After activating the title, the title holder cannot intentionally harm any marine creature, which includes: fishing, killing, poisoning, attacking with weapons, intentional ramming… and hundred and thirty-seven other actions. The restriction does not apply if the player's action is not intentional.]

[Second restriction: After the title holder inflicts intentional harm, the title will dissipate and there is a chance the player will incur the wrath of the God of the Ocean. The player will automatically join the Chaotic Evil faction. When venturing out to sea, the player will receive a certain debuff and the hatred of all marine creatures.]

If one were to compare the properties of different titles, the "Friend of the Ocean" title was even stronger than the "Hardworking Gardener" title!

Besides the ridiculous 1 increase to all physical fitness properties, the energy recovery speed alone would be considered a godly skill to have by some of the raft rowers!

That was a fifty percent increase in stamina, which meant that a person that could row for 25 kilometers before would be able to row for 50 kilometers now.

If one calculated using that scale, that 50% recovery speed could entirely support them in rowing 70 kilometers and or even 100 kilometers.

As for those restrictions, even though some of the viewers had their doubts, Su Mo, the person who had seen the most and understood the most, ignored those restrictions completely!

The foreign races on the sea were not covered by this restriction at all. That signified that if humans were to fight the foreign races, the humans would have their combat power increased by fifty percent just like that!

In fact, even though there was a restriction of not being able to harm marine creatures, there were many loopholes to exploit.

Unsurprisingly, after Garfield noticed the skepticism and doubts appearing on the comments screen, he shook his head lightly and began to explain.

"I see that a lot of people are concerned with the restrictions. I can tell you that they present no problems at all. For example, I am the captain of the fishing boat of the Mulanje Mountain Shelter, but when I fish…"

"I only need someone else to give me instructions, like setting down the net, hoisting the net, when to cast the net and when to reel it in."

"When I carry out these actions, I am simply following orders, which will not count as intentional actions. For each boat, as long as someone does not activate that title, even if that person possesses that title, we would simply have to follow his orders and there would be no problems!"

Garfield felt somewhat joyful as he said those words.

"That is why I suggest that those who have more than two people operating a ship follow my method. Even those who are traveling solo would not have to worry. You can always go ahead and catch enough fish and then use my method to get your title before venturing out to sea. It would not be a problem that way as well!"

The term "intention" was too broad, vague, and idealistic.

As expected, this method of exploiting a bug was simply a basic logical conclusion for a veteran like Su Mo.

However, to the typical refugee, this was a lifesaver. This sudden revelation also caused them to inquire further in the chat channel.

"Don't rush, don't rush. Not only will I demonstrate this once myself, but I will also let brother Su follow my lead in completing the entire process to obtain this title!"

Garfield waited for a moment, but there was no sign of Su Mo making a comment or remark, so he felt somewhat disappointed. Thus, he quickly carried out the process..

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Chapter 367: We Are Proper People, So We Can Keep Farming Titles!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Truth be told, whether it was on Earth or on the wasteland, people always loved an educational live broadcast stream.

Other than the acid rain disaster, during the second live broadcast stream, even if Su Mo deliberately instigated the people who were mocking others and were exaggerating their own on the world channel…

He still gave his viewers detailed explanations and answers to their questions!

On the other hand, Garfield was taking the concept of an educational stream to another level.

This was both a lesson and a demonstration at the same time.

While watching other live broadcast streams, Su Mo had always kept silent; he always treated the chat function as a restricted function.

However, after Su Mo watched Garfield share the details about obtaining the title without any reservations, he gave his plaudits for the first time.

"Not bad at all, keep it up. Humankind needs more people like you!"

After that, he watched the ensuing uproar in the chat and the redness on Garfield's face. Su Mo then left the stream and returned to the real world.

The ocean appeared in front of him once more and, under the Operating System's control, during the time when Su Mo consciousness was occupied with the live broadcast stream, Hope One stayed on course as it sped across the ocean.

The migrating birds perched on the pole did not leave after finishing the watermelon. Instead, they seemed to have acknowledged Su Mo's kindness, mingling with Moore and playing around.

As Su Mo watched this peaceful and serene image playing out in front of him, he comfortably shrugged his shoulders and smiled as he stared into the endless ocean horizon.

Those from the enduring faction like the ones in the Mulanje Mountain Shelter were quite abundant, but Garfield relied on his own abilities to change everyone else's opinion about the enduring faction.

After just an hour of explanation, about 5% of the people were beginning to be influenced. At this rate, they might even join the enduring faction.

Humankind always possessed smart people.

It was just that they did not have enough time. Two months was too short a period for them to develop.

Special forces from Earth, wilderness survival experts, and even survival hobbyists…

The advantage that they had became increasingly obvious as time progressed.

At the same time, because the second disaster ended early, and thanks to the advent of the welfare disaster, humankind was developing in many ways and had embarked on a boundless path to growth.

For example, even the title that Garfield shared would have an influence on the ocean battles to some degree!

"The title "Friend of the Ocean" isn't attractive enough for me. In fact, since I don't need to rely on the ocean for resources, I should…"

"Grind some levels using my advantage. Let's try increasing the level of this title, shall we?"

An increase in all physical fitness properties was a very useful trait to humans, especially to someone who possessed an enhanced physique like Su Mo.

Humankind would have to work hard even after obtaining such an enormous advantage. Whether it was a 1 to all physical fitness properties, or the 50% increase in energy recovery, the title's stat improvement was palpable.

Thus Su Mo knew how impactful this turn of events was.

"Moore, get ready, we'll go down to the sea in a while."

"We have to rake in something big today!"

They merely harvested a few strands of aquatic plants when they had descended into the sea this morning. There was no sign of any fish at all.

At this moment, however, Su Mo immediately got to his feet and hollered at Moore while giving commands to the OS through his Bluetooth headset.

"OS, activate the sonar function and sweep the area to locate the spot with the most marine creatures and then stop the ship nearby!"

Finding "fish" using sonar.

Very few people in modern civilization would be as extravagant as Su Mo was right now.

The energy cranked out by the matter conversion engine was channeled into the sonar, but it was not wasteful at all since the energy could not be stored. Since that was the case, it would be really wasteful if he did not use it then!

As the OS received the command, Hope One slowed down its speed after a while.

Soon enough, the ship weighed anchor in an area of the ocean where the top of a little hill could be seen jutting out from the surface of the water.

In this area, Su Mo immediately received a signal even while he was still gearing up.

"My goodness, there are over a hundred thousand search spots within just these fifty kilometers. That's quite a lot."

The first step in obtaining the title only required fifty marine creatures.

For a typical person, this might have been a somewhat difficult task, but when Su Mo noticed Moore rubbing his paws together, he smiled as he put on the second suit he obtained after the Simba costume…

A merman costume!

That costume was the second thing that Su Mo upgraded after the Defense Master.

After he witnessed how versatile the Simba costume was, he anticipated that he would frequently come in contact with the foreign races on the ocean, so Su Mo decided to upgrade another costume, which now had a weird buff among its properties.

Even though he spent a hefty sum of 3000 survival points, its properties were far more ridiculous than any other diving suit back on Earth!

[Merman costume (Rare quality]

[Description: A merman costume that's imbued with soul. While wearing it, you will possess an appeal similar to that of a merman.]

[Special Abilities]

[Disguise (While wearing it, your traits will be masked even while communicating with mermen and mermaids. Other than through direct physical contact, it would be tough to see through your disguise)]

[Water Affinity (While wearing it, default ocean swimming speed 100%, ignores all water pressure above a depth of a hundred meters, and increases default underwater breath duration by 30 minutes when inhaling air)]

[Toughness (Will not collapse under high pressure)]

[Attraction (As a merman, mermaids will have a strong attraction to your pheromones)]

[Comment: We will not laugh at your costume unless we cannot help it!]

With those four special abilities, and because of the second "Water Affinity" ability, wearing the costume underwater felt as if he was at home in the water as he was on land; there was no discomfort at all.

However, this rare quality costume was not without its flaws. For example, the tail end of this costume was literally a fish's tail, so walking while wearing it would be extremely tedious.

Su Mo stared at the curious Moore, curled his fingers, and exerted a little force with his legs as he leapt onto Moore's back.

"Let's go! Carry me and we'll enter the sea together. I'll let you have your fill of fish today!"

Moore's eyes lit up the moment Su Mo mentioned fish. The different cooking styles of fish flashed across his mind at the same time.

Su Mo lay on Moore's back but, before descending into the sea through the emergency passageway, Su Mo whipped out his arm and browsed through the World Channel for a moment.

As expected, in just half an hour, quite a number of people in the World Channel had already obtained the title.

As time went by, the numbers continued to increase at a terrifying pace.

"If I'm going to overtake these people, I'll have to pick up the pace. I have to get this title to level two in two hours!"

Su Mo stared at the opening leading out to the ocean. His thoughts raced as he recalled the process that Garfield explained and demonstrated earlier, and then with a slight push, he jumped off Moore's back into the water.

As the sun shone down brightly, and under the protection of the merman costume, the temperature of the water felt very comfortable and he did not feel even an ounce of water pressure.

"The first important step is to catch 50 fishes, bring them away from the ocean, and then release them!"

Su Mo watched as Moore went into a frenzy chasing the shoals of fish, after which he did not dawdle either as he began executing the first step of the process.

In this area of the ocean that Hope One was situated, most of the fish that had appeared looked similar to a dolphin.

No person on Earth had ever seen a fish like this but, in just half a day, it had already been named. Most of the people on the wasteland, including Garfield, called it "treasure fish".

It swam slowly, was not very cautious, and contained almost no bones. These were the "advantages" of this treasure fish.

In fact, as soon as it was caught, it could be made into fresh sashimi slices because of the lack of pollution here compared to Earth. This fish was the best source of food right now across the wasteland.

"Good little treasure fishies, come to me!"

With the costume and his physique, Su Mo's swimming speed was as swift as an actual fish, cutting through the ocean waters.

Of course, these treasure fish were not cautious toward humans at all, and much less so toward other friendly marine creatures.

Su Mo did not miss with his first strike and he successfully caught four fishes in both hands.

He then flexed his legs, beating his tail against the water current, and surfaced. After he made sure that his arms had cleared the surface of the water, Su Mo loosened his grip on the fishes and let them fall back into the ocean.

The fishes had to be caught and then released from midair. Even if the treasure fishes were friendly by nature, they still swam away after being subjected to such treatment.

"Even if a fish was caught twice, only the first catch would only be counted, so I don't have to worry about them swimming away!"

Su Mo floated on the surface of the water as it glistened under the sunlight. The glow of the wasteland's sun also began to soften as it painted a soft red color across the sky.

After Su Mo analyzed the situation on the surface briefly, he dived down once again. Within just six minutes, he had completed the first step of the process.

At the same time, even though Su Mo noticed that the game panel had not issued any notifications, he did not panic. Instead, he proceeded with the second step.

When the marine creatures appeared on the wasteland this time around, floating microbes and aquatic plants were included as well.

After Su Mo searched among the aquatic plants, he found a few white shrimp the size of a thumb latching onto the plants.

This type of shrimp was the treasure fish's favorite food.

As for the second step of the process, as long as Su Mo could find enough white shrimp to feed 50 treasure fishes, he would complete the second step!

To other players on the wasteland, this was a very tedious task to perform.

Aquatic plants were often located ten meters below the surface. With that kind of depth, few swimmers dared to risk it.

Thus, they could only float on the surface and use the most primitive fishing methods to try and uproot the plants or just head to the trading market to buy some white shrimp, which were currently very expensive, so that they could feed the treasure fishes.

However, to Su Mo, ten meters below sea level was no different from the depth of half a meter. After four to five minutes of searching around, he found all the shrimp he needed to feed the treasure fishes.

As for feeding the fishes, that was also very easy.

The fishes that Moore caught were thrown into a large wooden barrel that floated on the water. Moore had already captured 50 fishes and placed them into that huge barrel after just over ten minutes of effort.

After putting the fish food into the barrel, Su Mo looked on as the treasure fishes wolfed down the food. He floated on the surface and stared into the distance, waiting patiently.

Approximately three minutes later, the game panel seemed to come alive, and a sweet-sounding notification rang in the air.

[The game has detected that player "Su Mo" has completed the requirements for the "Friend of the Ocean" title. Designating a random mission to obtain the title.]

[Mission designation complete. Your current mission is to save the treasure fishes inside the barrel.]

"Oh? So it's this mission? Now that's easy!"

After reading the game's notification, Su Mo then shifted his gaze to the treasure fishes struggling inside the barrel. He hollered out to Moore, consoled him, and then flipped the barrel over.

The next second, the treasure fishes frantically jumped into the water. After they had swum about 25 meters away, the game then acknowledged that the mission had been completed.

[It has been detected that the mission is complete. Congratulations to the player "Su Mo" for obtaining the title "Friend of the Ocean".]

Su Mo focused his thoughts and switched the interface to the game's title selection panel. After switching from the "Hardworking Gardener" title to his newly obtained title, a sudden surge of power coursed through his body.

The power felt a little strange; it felt exactly like the power the three-pointed two-edged sword granted him as he held it in his hands.

Even though it belonged to him, it felt like there was still a barrier in between him and power, as if the game was reminding him that this was the function of a title.

Su Mo was not surprised at all. After he realized he had activated the title completely, he got out of the water and sent a signal through his Bluetooth headset.

After a while, Su Mo looked on as Connie brought her vice captain, Li Li the black bear, with her along with approximately 40 other members of the foreign races. They each held a wooden barrel similar to Moore's. Su Mo then delightfully waved at them, signaling that everyone could start the process as well.

Just like an amateur diving team, the foreign races' did not look good going into the water, splashing water all across the surface.

As the vanguard, they did not know anything else other than swimming, which they were thankfully at least somewhat proficient at.

At that moment, as Su Mo observed the foreign races chaotically scrambling about looking for treasure fishes in the ocean, a smile suddenly appeared on Su Mo's face.

Acts of kindness were required to level up his title.

According to the spirit of the notification Su Mo got when he received his title, these acts of kindness might refer to helping out the fishes in the sea.

After he waited more than twenty minutes, after Connie gave the signal, Su Mo quickly began to speed through the ocean, flipping over the wooden barrels of the foreign races.

Each basin contained around 60 fishes.

After he flipped over the 25th basin, the long-awaited notification finally rang out once more.

[Dear player "Su Mo", it has been detected that you have reached the required kindness value. Automatically triggering a mission to level up the "Friend of the Ocean" title. Will you accept?]

"Yes!"

[Mission designation complete. Your current mission is to, while in combat, defeat the mischievous lightning bear warrior!]

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Chapter 368: Encouragement, The Game's Little Plan

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Oh? His first mission was to flip over Moore's barrel, and the second was to defeat Moore?"

"Is Moore enemies with the God of the Ocean?!"

Su Mo smiled and breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he saw the game notification appear.

His hunch had been correct this time!

Ever since the game started its "service" two months ago, there were a few bugs and loopholes that could be exploited.

This time, Su Mo simply went around the rules of the game, so it was not really a big deal.

In fact, Su Mo had to rescue around 1500 fish the second time in order to meet the title promotion conditions, which was more than ten times the number of fish compared to the first time.

The third promotion might very well require tens of thousands of fish, and the fourth promotion, hundreds of thousands…

The fifth promotion could even require millions!

Besides, he also had to take into consideration the random missions that had to be completed in order to promote the title.

What if the random mission was a ridiculous one, or something that involved a time limit? Now that would have been troublesome indeed.

After he thought things over, Su Mo was not in a hurry to call Moore over, who was "playing" with the shoals of fish. Instead, he swam toward a coral mound and sat on it.

The current description of the title "Friend of the Ocean" did not seem particularly unusual to ordinary players.

However, from a glance, Su Mo managed to catch on to an important hint.

Humans were able to obtain the title of "Friend of the Ocean" because their acts of kindness were acknowledged by the God of the Ocean.

If one took that statement at face value, there were no problems to be seen on the surface. However, if one considered the fact that the game was still searching for the God of the Ocean, or that the God of the Ocean was still slumbering, then a major issue would reveal itself.

How could a sleeping person, or a person in hiding, even have the ability or time to monitor living creatures on the wasteland and give them blessings? That would be quite ridiculous.

Su Mo focused his thoughts and opened up the storage space. After that, he searched through the section where he kept his books and information notes.

After a while, he finally found the piece of white paper that contained a preview of the God of the Ocean disaster.

Su Mo ignored his previous assumptions and, relying on his memory, soon located the important message at the bottom of the paper!

[The God of the Ocean is the first god to be awakened. All living creatures that persist in surviving on the wasteland will receive a reward from the God of the Ocean].

[When conditions of the mission are fulfilled, there is a chance for the player to become the oracle of the God of the Ocean]

"If I'm not mistaken, if I continue grinding this title to its maximum level, then I will be able to become that so-called oracle."

"This game is really something else. It actually hid a trap inside of a reward!"

After Su Mo broke down the situation and analyzed it, working backwards, arriving at an accurate conclusion was not something that was impossible to achieve.

In addition, Su Mo also thought about another piece of information that he had received from Connie.

During ancient times, before the wasteland was decimated by the great war, every single living creature wanted to ascend no matter what weird or wonderful methods they used.

According to Connie's information, there was one thing that Su Mo remembered very clearly…

That was that the wasteland's gods were hidden from sight!

Currently, the game was granting everyone these titles and allowing everyone to perform acts of kindness, so its ultimate goal suddenly became clear.

"If the game mimicked the structure of the heavens, then the God of the Ocean would be similar to the dragon king of the world below."

"Initially, any contributions made by the humans would have to be approved by the dragon king. Only then would they receive the dragon king's honor."

"However, while the dragon king's authority and power might still exist, it was likely that he was unable to intervene due to the heavens hunting him down."

"As for the heavens' intentions, they would have to follow the rules of the game as well, so it is likely that they are trying to see if they can groom someone who will be able to get close to the dragon king and find him."

"Not bad, not bad at all! This plan was very well thought out!"

After putting the paper away, Su Mo clapped his hands and sighed. There was an indescribable sense of relief on his face.

Since the game did not help the humans of the wasteland increase the rate of leveling up this title at all.

That signified that the rules could be exploited. However, the humans would still have to play by the God of the Ocean's rules.

Thus, to the extent that the rules of this event still applied…

A hidden battle to grind points for this title was about to begin in the domain of the marine creatures!

"I'm sorry, but I'm not afraid at all when it comes to grinding points!"

"If you're going to try to find the God of the Ocean through this method…"

"Then get on your knees, game! I'm going to make you help me in my journey!"

Su Mo stared at Moore who was having fun in the distance. His gaze narrowed as a grin appeared on his face. He then hollered loudly.

After a moment.

Moore, who was sitting on a rock, touched his head after watching Su Mo put on the merman costume and dive into the ocean once more.

"Master… so you're the same as Moore… you like…"

"Getting up close and personal too?"

…

[Guardian of the Ocean]

[Description: The upgraded title of the "Friend of the Ocean". You are one of the lucky people in the Lawful Good faction. Your acts of kindness have been acknowledged by the God of the Ocean, resulting in even stronger powers on the ocean.]

[First title function: The ocean is your second "mother". When you're out on the ocean, you will gain the following enhancements:

All physical fitness properties 1.5, swimming speed in the ocean 2, energy recovery speed on the ocean 60%, injury recovery speed on the ocean 20%.

Vertigo resistance 1.5, hunger resistance 1.5, disease resistance 1.5.]

…

[Fourth title function: You are a child of the ocean, all marine creatures will befriend you. Your ship will also not be attacked by marine creatures.]

The Guardian was the upgraded version of the Friend indeed.

Other than an increase in basic properties, becoming a Guardian also brought with it a new property, which was the protection from being attacked by marine creatures.

After defeating Moore, Su Mo remained calm as he turned around and continued swimming. In fact, he then proceeded to flip over all of the fish barrels that had been filled up by the foreign races as he swam by.

Since he could not visibly see any progress, after flipping over the barrels, Su Mo stopped everyone from fishing. Instead, he instructed them to get on the ship and prepare to depart.

Each sea creature could only count once toward the progress of the title promotion.

Even if they caught and released the fishes a second time, the mission would not progress in the slightest.

In fact, this method was too cost ineffective, especially considering that they had to rescue over a million fishes in the future.

Thus, if Su Mo wanted to promote the title to its maximum level and stay ahead of everyone else, he had to use the power of technology!

The departure was delayed by several minutes because Moore and Li Li greedily brought up two barrels of treasure fishes.

The emergency passageway to the ocean was then shut, and Hope One continued on its journey once more.

After taking off the merman costume, Su Mo strode into the captain's quarters and began planning his next move.

There was one condition, however, which was that their meeting with Tundra One at Area 3 could not be delayed simply because he wanted to level up his title.

Saving millions of fishes and completing five to six title promotion missions would not be an easy feat, even for the wasteland elites.

In his plan, Su Mo first gave himself a timeframe.

Fifteen days!

He gave himself the target of catching more than a hundred thousand fish each day; this goal was neither too easy, nor too hard.

"Thankfully I brought the fishing net that was used to catch the carps previously. I'll just have to upgrade the net, pair it with the sonar system, and modify it accordingly, after which I might just be able to design and construct an automatic fishing mechanism."

"With the OS controlling it, I will only have to press a button and the released fishes would count toward the acts of kindness!"

"Besides, Hope One's speed would not be slowed down by this mission's progress. I'll just have to take care of the title promotion mission when they pop up!"

Using manual labor to catch and release fish was an inferior and ineffective method.

Human intelligence gave them the ability to utilize machinery and power sources to replace the hassles of manual labor in performing tasks that seemed almost impossible.

Su Mo was not in a hurry to level up his title, so he sat in the captain's quarters and switched on another computer that he had obtained from the ruins. He then quickly wrote the code for the fishing program on the machine.

As Su Mo wanted to avoid any possibility of harming the marine creatures, he worked on every single detail of the code thoroughly.

After half an hour of coding, when there were still two lines left, Su Mo called Connie over, instructing her on how to complete the writing of the code.

Encapsulation, zipping, creating small code, and then incorporating it into the system program, turning it into an auxiliary function.

Su Mo watched as Connie struggled and slowly completed the coding process. He noticed that the game did not issue any notifications once she was done with the work, so he slowly nodded his head as joy appeared on his face.

As expected, the line between enemies and allies was a blurry one.

Take this situation for example. Su Mo wanted to look for the God of the Ocean, and the game was also looking for him as well. As such, to a certain extent, the game was Su Mo's ally.

Even if the game knew that Su Mo was blatantly cheating like this, it would try to cover up whatever he was doing. Now that was amazing!

"Captain, was it successful?"

It was the first time Connie operated the computer, which was the crystallization of human intelligence.

Even though she seemed a little clumsy operating it, there was a sense of curiosity on top of the primal look on her face.

"It was successful. Thank you!"

"By the way, how's the training going with the foreign races? I heard Moore mention that some of them are being very stubborn!"

Su Mo sat on the bed cross-legged as he asked with concern.

After Connie had gone through a war that involved tens of thousands of lives and suddenly earned a reputation among the foreign races, she had transformed from being a nameless pawn into an entity that had commanded similar authority to that of the Royal Clans.

In Su Mo's mind, his initial memories of Connie the lioness were slowly fading away.

At this very moment, there was neither naivety nor frailty present in Connie's countenance.

Every single thing that she did was imbued with the pride and authority that stemmed from her newfound position of power.

Of course, in front of Su Mo, Connie still had that curious expression on her face and she had complete respect for him.

"We obtained 9 different types of foreign races in this batch. In fact, after I ran an initial background check on them, they took jobs on the wasteland as…"

"Mercenaries?"

"That's right, that's right. That's the term I was looking for." Connie nodded the moment Su Mo guessed the appropriate term.

"Although certain races don't possess much power, they are hardworking and are more numerous than the other races, so every time they arrive on the wasteland, they offer their services to other races. They are considered a neutral faction among the foreign races and don't usually participate in wars. Instead, they will silently search for God-transcending items.

"As for battles between foreign races, they would not help any side, though as long as you pay the corresponding price, you could obtain some manpower from their side. These foreign races that sign the agreement will no longer belong to their original race. Even if they commit a heinous crime, it would have nothing to do with these foreign races who provided the manpower."

"Take this suicidal assault mission for example. The foreign races could send these types of races to the frontlines. After all, their forces would not be weakened even if they ended up dying."

Connie explained the situation in detail, after which Su Mo nodded his head, expressing that he understood.

"So those remaining hardheads are the remnants from the other clans?"

"That's right, even though they have joined the Oreo clan, they have great respect for me, Moore and you."

"However, when comparing themselves to the other mercenaries, they will always feel a sense of superiority. As such, it's tough to manage them well. Other than killing them, there is no good way to erase this prejudicial attitude!"

As Su Mo sat on the bed, he could not help but laugh as he saw the frustration on Connie's face.

If the foreign races were considered to be the low-level grunts of their organization, then Connie would be their supervisor.

Conflicts were common among the lowest levels of an organization, but Connie's way of thinking right now was similar to that of?failed entrepreneurs, turning the situation into a long-term misunderstanding.

She had forgotten about being in a higher position, and was encouraging them to put their egos down in order to make peace.

However, this method would only bring about temporary peace between the groups. In the long run, the main cause of this conflict would still remain unresolved.

As for the solution, many successful entrepreneurs on Earth had already figured out many ways to go about it.

Su Mo beckoned Connie over and whispered something in her ear. When she left, there was a smile on her face that she could not hold back.

Su Mo stretched his body, feeling satisfied. After that, he descended the stairs into the warehouse.

Su Mo had not upgraded the fishing net he brought from the shelter that much. He had simply used 400 points to improve its size and strength to some degree.

To avoid any possible conflicts with the rules, Su Mo even removed the electrical device attached to the net.

Even if the treasure fishes were caught inside the net, other than losing their freedom and mobility, they would remain perfectly unharmed.

After Su Mo put the net back into the storage space, he then followed the path of the deck toward the bottom part of Hope One.and made specific improvements to the sonar.

He spent 650 survival points here. This would allow the sonar to release a sonic wave that would attract any fishes within a 5-kilometer radius.

The treasure fishes that heard the sonic wave would helplessly head in that direction and circle around the bottom of Hope One.

At that point, the Operating System would activate the code for the fishing program, and terrifyingly large numbers of treasure fishes would be caught in the net!

"Everything is set, except for one thing."

"I just have to figure out a way to install the fishing net and arrange for a mechanical transmission device to be connected to the Operating System!"

Su Mo was not familiar with other technical skills, but now that he understood the basic mechanical concepts surrounding transmission from the destroyer's blueprint design, he calmly built the external components himself without the assistance of the System.

Finally, he spent another 200 survival points as labor costs to have the System install the net on Hope One's portside.

Every time the ship would stop, the OS would activate the sonar to attract fishes within a five-kilometer radius, and then release the net.

At that point, a press of a button was all it would take for Su Mo to increase the mission's progression by rescuing tens of thousands of treasure fishes in one go!

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Chapter 369 - The Score Is Violently Increasing, Soaring By Ten Millions!

Time spent in the Underground Shelter passed very slowly, but when one was on Hope One sailing across the sea, time seemed to flow like the waters the ship was on, passing rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, a day and a half had passed since Su Mo obtained the title of Friend of the Ocean.

From morning to night, it was completely different from the purpose-driven hecticness in Hope Village.

As Su Mo also kept himself busy on Hope One, it somewhat rectified the void that was left behind by the struggle to rapidly develop the basin area and Hope Village over the past two months.

Every day, after waking up in the morning, Su Mo would complete his routine training and exercise, and then lead two or three members of the foreign races to make a large pot of rice that would be enough for eighty people to eat for a day.

After breakfast, Su Mo would then head to the captain's quarters and scribble information into his notebook.

This morning routine would usually last from nine in the morning to one or two in the afternoon.

From the future development direction of the basin area, to the overall plans for Hope Village, to the proportional relationship between food supply, infrastructure and manpower, all of these were in Su Mo's thoughts.

He had gained a lot of free time suddenly, he spent his hours flipping through the books; both basic ones he had obtained previously, as well as the advanced reading materials that were bought and sent over by Chen Shen. Greedy for knowledge, Su Mo was like a sponge, frantically absorbing the 'moisture' within those books.

In particular, the system's training ground function was used to its maximum extent by Su Mo.

At present, in the handcrafting training module, Su Mo had once again broken through his previous best achievement and had now reached the fourth level.

According to the levels back on Earth, his current handcrafting level was about that of a third-level fitter, and he was only one step away from entering the ranks of fitter technicians.

On the other hand, using the data and information collected previously, Su Mo also completed the planning for the terrain of Hope Village and the direction of the village's future expansion.

After migrating to the New World this time, Su Mo decided that it was necessary to abandon the terrain of Iron Rock Mountain, which limited their scope of development, and move everyone onto flat ground.

Only in that way could factories, plantations, and livestock farms, these basic production facilities, be developed and cultivated to ensure a steady supply of resources.

Furthermore, although everyone did not need to stay in underground shelters during disaster-free periods, or when the severity of the disaster was limited, this 'life-saving insurance' should not be abandoned either. It had to be carefully planned and constructed along with the construction of above-ground buildings, so as to achieve a two-pronged development approach!

After making these plans, if there was still some time before OS would stop and run maintenance on the ship, Su Mo would set his alarm clock, before heading over to the beach chair at the bow of the ship, and enjoy a beautiful lunch break to restore his spirit.

When the alarm clock rang, it indicated that the OS had lowered the fishing net to capture the fishes, and that it was time for him to press the 'release' button to perform his daily act of kindness.

After going through several cycles of capturing and releasing in the area, which would take about an hour, it would already be about 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

At this point, Su Mo would go down to the warehouse, take out some fruits that had been previously stored in the fresh food area, and return to the captain's quarters to continue studying.

Compared to the tension and stress felt by most other refugees on the ocean, Su Mo seemed to be living the life of a tourist in an extremely comfortable and safe environment.

However what other refugees did not know was that, like them, Su Mo, who was currently the strongest human being on the wasteland, was also being plagued by the same worries and thoughts.

Doomsday Calendar Month 3, Day 1, at nine in the morning.

The crew had been sailing for five and a half days.

There was only a week left until he would get to meet his sister. Even if Tundra One stayed put, it would only take eight or nine days for Hope One to arrive at its location.

However, this time, after the meal, Su Mo sat down on the beach chair on the bow of the ship, but there was no trace of the usual leisurely expression on his face!

"There are still no traces of the ruins. This is really bad. Did I just choose a route that avoided all the entrances to the ruins?"

On the World Channel, many people had already entered the ruins floating on the ocean.

In these ruins, some people obtained basic materials and tools to upgrade their vessels, which increased their chances of survival.

Some people obtained a lot of weapons, which greatly strengthened their combat strength at sea.

Furthermore, some were lucky enough to stumble upon ruins that contained a harbor, where countless large ships were moored, and out of sheer luck managed to obtain a 30-meter long modern ship. This allowed them to even reach 3rd rank on the live broadcast page, which had the audience green with envy.

However, the ironic part of the tale was that the guy found out that he did not have enough energy for the ship to run after he exited the ruins. He could only 'let it drift with the current' as he gathered teammates from all around to sail the ship to the New World.

Various deeds had proved that, even if the ocean emerged, there would be no shortage of ruins that would appear.

Yet somehow Su Mo never encountered one!

"Is it because my Hope One is sailing too fast? Did I slip by before the entrances to those ruins could unfold?"

Lying on the beach chair, gazing at the dazzling sun under the cover of the shade, with a thought, Su Mo opened up the title function within the game panel.

A day and a half ago, the title displayed here was "Guardian of the Ocean", which was the second rank of the title.

A day and a half later, with the successful launch and operation of the catch and release mechanism set up by Su Mo, he had successfully completed the task of promoting the title last night, breaking through to the current…

Rank 4!

[Ocean Commander]

[Description: The upgraded title of Ocean Vanguard, the leader of the Lawful Good faction at sea, your contribution to the ocean has attracted the attention of the God of the Ocean. In the eyes of marine creatures, you are the Oracle of the God of the Ocean and you have the heart of the ocean that embraces all things. Marine creatures respect and love you. When in and on the ocean, you will gain more potent power and, when facing title holders 3 levels below yours, you have the authority to restrict them to a certain extent, including, but not limited to: not being able to use the title's attributes when facing you, judging others' 'hypocritical' behavior, and obliging others to help you contribute to the ocean…and fourteen more authorizations.]

[First title function: The God of the Ocean has granted you great authority. When you are in and on the ocean, your basic attributes will be improved as follows:

1. All physical fitness attributes 3, swimming speed in the ocean 5, energy recovery speed on the ocean 80%, and injury recovery speed on the ocean 35%.

2. Vertigo resistance 5, hunger resistance 5, disease resistance 10, aging resistance 2, sunburn resistance 3

3. In the ocean, you will have the ability to breathe underwater for up to 180 minutes per day, and the amount of time can be accumulated up to 3 times (currently 2/3)]

[Second title function: By default, all marine creatures cannot attack you and, under certain conditions, the Ocean Commander can direct the creatures in the ocean to perform certain actions (the action cannot be offensive in nature, cannot involve slaughtering, cannot be... etc. 65 other types of non-peaceful actions)]

[Third title function: Any creatures that kill you will be permanently cast aside by the God of the Ocean in and on the ocean (except for high-level title holders), and will be hated by all marine creatures. All other title holders will receive a bounty notice to hunt down the killer. They can still accumulate progress toward the title after killing the target.]

[Fourth title function: You are a noble existence in and on the ocean, and your every move will be watched by the God of the Ocean. Please be more disciplined in your actions, lest you be punished by the God of the Ocean. However, in contrast, when you perform exemplary acts of kindness, you will also receive praise from the God of the Ocean.]

[First restriction]...

…

3 to all physical fitness attributes, swimming speed in the ocean increased by 5, and energy recovery speed in and on the ocean increased by 80%...

It was no exaggeration to say that, after donning the title of Ocean Commander, even if he was swimming, Su Mo could easily swim to the 3rd battlefield area.

The current fourth-ranked title brought a transformative change to his abilities; even if he was on an ordinary lifeboat on the rough seas, Su Mo was as stable as a navy veteran, and it was impossible for him to feel seasick.

At this point, if he wanted to upgrade the title of Ocean Commander any further, he would need a terrifying…

Ten million fishes!

Yes, after the fourth promotion, the game finally displayed a progress bar for the title.

Yet, after seeing the figure of 10 million, and calculating the current rate at which he was progressing, even Su Mo felt dizzy.

At this stage, the fishing net could catch about 20,000 treasure fishes each time.

Every time it stopped for about an hour, the OS could repeatedly sail Hope One within a given perimeter and release the fishing net about 20 times.

If he did this three hours a day, that would amount to 1.2 million treasure fishes caught and released.

After removing duplicate captures, the daily rescue volume would fluctuate in the region of 1 million treasure fishes, and wouldn't vary significantly.

Based on the calculations of Hope One's efficiency, it would take ten days for Su Mo to meet the requirements for the upgrade and receive the fourth upgrade mission.

"No, it's still too slow. According to how things are progressing, if I don't change anything, I'm afraid I won't be able to be promoted to the Oracle of the God of the Ocean by the time I arrive at the New World!"

After thinking for a while, he felt that there was no hope of entering the ruins, and Su Mo felt a trace of anxiety.

If he stopped the ship and focused entirely on achieving the title promotion requirements, given that the rate of his efficiency would likely suffer, it would likely take almost two days to catch and release the 10 million treasure fishes.

In addition, after being delayed two days, the marine foreign races would arrive in large numbers. If he encountered an anomaly or a sudden situation, and could not meet up with Tundra One, it would be disastrous.

"Is there any way to perform more acts of kindness?"

"Catching and releasing animals every day is not going to be enough!"

"Master, Moore has a good idea!"

Looking at the sky, Su Mo was in deep thought until Moore's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Oh? Moore, you aren't going to fish again now are you? We agreed that you won't be allowed to eat fish for a month!"

Looking at Moore's grinning face, Su Mo covered his face.

To get the Friend of the Ocean title, he had overturned Moore's barrel of fish and, to get the Guardian of the Ocean title, he had beaten Moore badly.

When it came to the title promotion mission for the Ocean Vanguard title, the game still did not let Moore go, and directly gave Su Mo a task.

Moore, who had eaten eighteen treasure fishes on the first day, was forbidden to eat fish for a month.

In order to complete this task, Su Mo had to send Moore a plate of beef made with psychic energy water, while coaxing and deceiving him, before finally getting Moore to agree to this condition in a confused manner.

As for yesterday's title promotion mission, under Su Mo's whispered prayer, the game still lived up to expectations, and still chose Moore as its target!

Su Mo had to urge Moore to help the treasure fishes by cleaning up a five-kilometer area of ??garbage in the sea.

This time, even though Moore was a little naive, he had noticed that something was amiss with Su Mo recently.

Su Mo, without concealing anything, directly explained his mission.

"Moore has a really good idea! Aren't we going to perform acts of kindness?"

"Why do we have to catch these fish and release them to complete the mission? We have better means."

"Better means?"

Looking at Moore's furry bear face, Su Mo was momentarily stunned. He suddenly felt that he had been trapped by his own way of thinking, but it was difficult to grasp onto that flash of inspiration that disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

"Yeah, when we catch the fishes, it indicates that someone is harming them and, when we release them, it means that we are rescuing them."

"We then just need to play around with the concept of harm and rescue!"

"For example, releasing poison into the ocean, and then pouring in the antidote afterwards. Although Moore is a Lightning Bear Warrior who stands for justice and fairness, this matter can be left to the cunning Li Li."

Watching Moore dancing and gesturing while whistling, Su Mo was suddenly startled, and sat up.

Su Mo wanted to say that, if the amount of poison and antidote was not properly regulated, the treasure fishes on the bottom of the sea could not be rescued.

However, soon after, he wondered if he was being too kind.

Moore, even though he was Su Mo's personal pet that spoke normally like humans, and also possessed the same habits and mannerisms as humans, was still an animal by nature and a product of natural selection.

It was said that successful characters would not let the small details hinder them. The moral shackles from the civilized era seemed to have disappeared in the wasteland, but they still subtly affected Su Mo, making it difficult for his thinking to be truly unrestrained.

Yet when he thought up to this point, Su Mo "awakened" in horror.

If this action could be successfully accomplished, then there would no doubt be countless daring and ruthless people who would complete the title promotion mission before he did and obtain the authority of the Oracle of the God of the Ocean.

If he was to be kind now, it would be akin to digging his own grave and burying himself, and possibly everyone with him, in it.

"Okay!"

"Moore, I shall give you the credit if the plan works out this time. Plus, we don't have to use poison. Didn't we develop a new type of sleeping medicine in the village previously? It's less toxic, so even if something goes wrong, it'll be fine!"

After standing up and patting Moore on the shoulder, Su Mo walked over quickly to the captain's quarters, and called Chen Shen in the process.

"Stop all operations and enter wartime mode. I need you guys to produce the maximum quantity of the sleeping medicine and to send it over to me via the trading market as soon as possible!"

At the same time, because the concoction of the sleeping medicine was extremely simple, it did not take long for them to develop another type of medicine.

This medicine could perfectly neutralize the effects of the sleeping medicine.

After usage, over the next three days, the user would also be immune to the effect of the sleeping medicine, which could be described as a 'great act of kindness'!

Su Mo looked at the barrels of sleeping medicine on deck that had been transported over via the trading market. He waved his hand and Moore, who had been standing beside him, understood his meaning instantly, calling Li Li over.

With a tuft of green hair on its head, although the bear creature Li Li looked a bit aggressive and had a 'thin' body, it was hardworking when it came to tasks.

On the eve of Hope One's journey to now, a total of forty barrels of sleeping medicine, made by all the villagers of Hope Village, were thrown into the water by Li Li.

An hour later, when Hope One turned around retraced its path, Su Mo repeated those actions, except this time with the antidote.

"Hey, it isn't working?"

Su Mo stared at the progress bar that was still virtually empty. He breathed a sigh of relief when, suddenly, the empty progress bar suddenly began to fill up at a terrifying speed.

Every second, the number jumped up by 10,000.

Every minute, the green color would fill up a small grid, which caused him to be dumbfounded.

Su Mo took a day and a half to go from zero to one million.

However, from zero to ten million, it only took one hour and forty-five minutes!

At the same time, the promotion mission for the Rank 4 title to advance to the Rank 5 title appeared at the moment the progress bar was filled, as if it could not wait any longer!

[Dear Ocean Commander, your acts of kindness that were detected have greatly helped the creatures in the ocean. The Rank 4 title promotion mission has now been made available. Will you accept the mission?]

[Note: The current title promotion mission is conducted in an individual competition format, and the number of human beings qualified to meet the current conditions are…83689 people.]

[Note: The current title promotion mission is a multi-racial competition mission, and the number of foreign races qualified to meet the current conditions are…182,655 people.]

[Note: It is currently the first round of the title promotion mission for the wasteland world's Ocean Commanders. Starting countdown: 3 hours, 18 minutes, 22 seconds.]

[Note: Once you select this mission, you will be pulled into the group ruins regardless of time and space. Within this space, you may exit at any time.]

[Note: Only the winners of the competition can complete the title promotion mission.]

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Chapter 370: Well Played, A 300,000 People Group Ruins!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"D*mn, this is outrageous! There are more than 80,000 people who have reached Rankl 4 Ocean Commander?"

"Even the foreign races who have the qualifications to enter number 180,000?"

Staring at the outrageous information displayed on the screen, Su Mo had thought, just over an hour ago, that his incredible rate of progress had put him in front of the majority of people and foreign races on the wasteland.

Su Mo was quiet but, at the same time, he felt a little fortunate.

Fortunate because he had caught up in time, and that he did not fall behind the others and miss out on this golden opportunity.

The silence was because…

From crossing over to the wasteland, during the past two months, although the surrounding areas of the basin area were also full of dangers, in general, life was still decent.

Although it could not be compared to the safety and comfort of Earth, compared to the survivors in other regions, the safety and comfort he possessed in the basin area seemed like heaven.

However, there were downsides to this 'heaven'!

"My mind has gotten too comfortable. There are billions of human beings participating in this game. Although I obtained some advantages in the early stages and am ahead in terms of technology and mechanical power, just in this matter alone, there are countless people who were smarter and performed better than me."

"They have survived amidst the dangers of the wasteland world for two months, and their thinking has evolved faster. I cannot ignore any human being living in the wasteland!"

Su Mo silently clenched his fists and stared as the number of qualified people increased by 200 as he was hesitating. With a thought, Su Mo directly confirmed his participation.

It would not matter if you made a mistake or went the wrong way.

The important thing was to be able to realize it quickly and make the necessary amendments before it was too late.

At present, the title promotion mission for the Rank 4 title was only in its first phase and, judging from what he saw, all the people who could promote their titles from Rank 4 to Rank 5 would receive this mission, and there was still time!

Plus, looking at the description of the group ruins on the game panel again and again, a smile appeared on the corners of Su Mo's mouth.

The current time was 2.55 pm. According to the notification prompt issued by the game, the time for everyone to enter was 6 o'clock in the evening.

After considering the current situation of wasteland, the game also gave a warm reminder.

Everyone, after choosing to accept the title promotion mission, would not need to go to a specific area to enter the group ruins.

As long as it was time, the game would automatically pull the prepared creatures to enter the ruins.

When returning, no matter how far the ship had traveled, they would still appear in the exact spot on the ship where they had left.

According to this rule, even if it took more than a day for Su Mo to enter and exit the ruins, Hope One would not have to halt its progress.

Under the control of the OS, the sailing distance of thousands of kilometers a day could still be maintained in Su Mo's absence!

"It feels like someone is giving me a pillow just when I am feeling sleepy. This time, when I enter the ruins, no matter if I succeed or not, at least the conditions for advancing to the Level 5 shelter can finally be achieved!"

"At that time, it's fine if other humans obtain the final title promotion and the winning qualifications, but if it is a foreign race..."

"I don't believe that the Rank 5 title can resist the bombardment of my missiles!"

Cold light flashed through his eyes. Even if there were more than 80,000 humans, and hundreds of thousands of foreign races, Su Mo was not afraid at all, and his fighting spirit was kindled.

That year, Magoo successfully entered a group ruins with ten thousand people.

Although he failed to get the final winning reward, he also brought back a small thermal laser manufacturing machine tool, which was enough for his shelter to flourish.

This group ruins should be considered the first large-scale 'interaction' between the wasteland's human elites!

Those lucky people who were hidden among the humans, those cursed geniuses with both the means and the intelligence, as well as the large number of members from the official shelters, not to mention the people who had schemed against him…

These people might all be included within those 80,000 people.

If one could come out on top against these people, one could truly be regarded as the real 'No.1 human of the wasteland'!

After speaking to Connie and the four little ones, stating that he would have to go out for a while, and that the ship would be controlled by them, even Oreo turned serious and nodded her head over and over again.

When Su Mo was here, the combat strength of Hope One might be 100, or even 200!

However, if Su Mo left and no one could mobilize the OS and use its programmed functions, even if Moore had the authority to fire the main gun, the combat effectiveness of Hope One would still plummet by more than half.

Fortunately for them, after returning to the bridge, he enabled access to a few of the lower-level permissions for the OS, and manually wrote down a few emergency protocols, which he left there as a safety measure.

Su Mo finally felt relieved and began to prepare himself for the ruins.

In the ocean of the wasteland, there were few dangers that could threaten Hope One.

However, after entering the ruins, it would be dangerous to compete with nearly 100,000 elite humans and 180,000 foreign races of unknown origin.

Even if he possessed the system, which was his biggest source of confidence, this time, Su Mo did not let his guard down, and quickly prepared himself for battle.

The current storage space capacity was 6 cubic meters after the expansion ticket was drawn last time, which would allow him to bring along enough resources for a small war!

Assault weapons, rifles, machine guns, and pistols, all of these were placed inside and, for ammunition, Su Mo prepared 10,000 rounds of each.

15 packs of explosives, weighing between one to five catties.

Four robots, two fully-charged combat agents and two bionic mechanics, along with four brand new batteries and a solar charger.

There were three full boxes of military hardtack, military cans, two large boxes, and ten boxes of Farmer's Spring Mineral Water. Even if he was trapped in the ruins for two or three months, he would not need to worry about food.

Su Mo did not have much space left, so he stuffed inside some survival tools and some small items that would be of great use in select situations that he had obtained from the treasure chests previously.

"Technological advancements for melee weapons have not been developed yet, but that shouldn't matter. There are so many people so, as long as I keep a low profile, these weapons should be more than enough!"

Looking at the filled storage space, had this been an RPG game, one would definitely be able to see something popping up above Su Mo's head…

Security 1…

As long as he did not become the number one public enemy of both humans and foreign races, these equipment were sufficient for him to act unrestrainedly in the group ruins.

After getting these ready, there was just over an hour left until the opening of the group ruins.

Su Mo did not drag things until the last minute to prepare. He directly picked up the merman costume on the ground and began to suit up quickly.

The title promotion mission for Ocean Commander would not be set on the mountains or on land. According to previous instances of the title promotion missions, it was very likely to be on the ocean, or directly underwater.

At this time, the swimming speed enhancement the merman costume provided, along with the bonus of ignoring the water pressure above a 100-meter depth could become a key factor in 'overtaking' his competition.

Plus, the disguise effect the merman costume had could also become his biggest trump card before he started using guns!

"Hey, I've never worn this headgear before. I don't know if these foreign races will be able to detect that I'm a fake!"

After putting on the costume, and looking at the headgear in front of him, Su Mo smiled and put it on his head.

As his field of vision narrowed and brightened, unlike the Simba lion costume, the merman's headgear did not restrain his head movements at all.

Just like a human skin mask, the headgear was quickly attached after touching his face.

He picked up the three-pointed two-edged sword next to him and stood in front of the mirror in the captain's quarters with great effort.

Su Mo could not help but laugh when he saw his reflection in the mirror.

His enhanced physical fitness and the polishing he had undergone through life and death experiences in the wasteland already made him look vastly different from his profile picture displayed on the game panel.

In the mirror, many of his facial details had been obscured by the headgeared, which was covered in fish scales in many key places.

His entire face looked a little less manly, but now gave off more of a mysterious vibe, which was a trademark feature of the merpeople.

With the handsome face that Su Mo possessed, even if a real mermaid came over, it would be hard-pressed to tell the difference.

Even Su Mo himself, who was seeing himself in the mirror like this for the first time, felt like he was looking at a stranger. This feeling would be even more apparent when it came to other unfamiliar humans.

Plus, looking at the three-pointed, two-edged sword in his hand, in Su Mo's mind, a familiar image popped up.

'Even if I cannot be like Yang Jian, but I can at least experience being the god of the seas, Poseidon, right?'

"Great work indeed."

If one ignored the facial details, he did look somewhat similar to the mythological god of the seas from Earth's civilized era.

Satisfied, Su Mo propped himself up on the floor and returned to his little bed again.

Putting the weapon next to him and holding it down with one hand, he watched the countdown that appeared from time to time in front of him; there were only thirty-five minutes remaining. Instead of closing his eyes and resting, Su Mo opened his friends list and sent a message to the Tundra Shelter.

This time, the person Su Mo contacted was no longer Shen Ke, but…

Lu Yongyi!

As early as a week ago, after the two sides discussed the meeting and details, the two had become friends.

However, Lu Yongyi was a smart person. So far, as long as Su Mo did not contact him directly, he would hold himself back as well.

He would still let Shen Ke communicate with Su Mo when both sides required a discussion.

Su Mo liked it this way.

However, considering the question he was about to ask, which involved confidential matters, Su Mo chose to communicate with him directly.

[Su Mo: Apologies for disturbing Leader Lu, but I would like to ask, for this time's Rank 4 title promotion mission, is there anyone coming from Tundra One's side? By the way, how many people are participating on our side from the official shelters, has this information been made known?]

Su Mo did not reveal too much information with his words.

On the other hand, Lu Yongyi's response came quickly; after about four or five seconds, a text message was sent over.

[Lu Yongyi: Leader Su, don't make yourself sound like you're an outsider. Since the two of us have already agreed to meet at sea and have conducted so many transactions, you sound far too polite. If you need anything in the future, just ask me directly.]

[Lu Yongyi: We also have four people from Tundra One participating in this title promotion mission. Given that we can withdraw at any time and the danger level is relatively low, we decided to send them all in. As for the several official large shelters on our side, there are a lot of people participating, about 1000-3000 people, it is a big movement on the wasteland!]

[Su Mo: Oh? With so many people, have we received any news here, and how sure are you?]

[Lu Yongyi: Leader Su, you might not know something about this matter. This competition is not some trivial matter. You can obtain a lot of good things through it. Even if you only manage to get a few of these things, it will already have a great impact on our strength. It's truly beneficial!]

[Lu Yongyi: There should be some specific information up above, but I don't possess enough authority, and won't receive the full version. I will forward all the information they sent me to you. That way, if you want to enter, and meet up with our people, you can also take care of them.]

[Su Mo: It's easy just to talk about it, but I hope that there will be a lot of people here participating, and everyone can take care of each other at that time.]

Not counting the more than ten years of student life, just by hanging out as a white-collar worker in Mystic City, in three or five years, Su Mo had also mastered the ability to lie and talk nonsense with a straight face.

If one could quit at any time, as long as one was not overly greedy in the ruins, one would basically not encounter any problems inside.

As for the real dangers, if he could lend a hand and save them, Su Mo would not watch these people die; this was pretty much guaranteed.

Hearing Su Mo's promise, Lu Yongyi quickly forwarded the message without further delay.

A large text message containing about 1,000 words, full of good stuff, was sent over.

Su Mo smiled, and was about to start reading through the message from beginning to end, when a new message appeared at the bottom of the chatbox.

The message was rather simple; it only included four names, and a very heavy request from Lu Yongyi!

"Yu Ruping, Zhuang Ying, these people's names are not bad, they all are quite easy to remember."

To be able to obtain the Rank 4 title on Tundra One, these people were more or less the capable ones among the 800 people on Tundra One.

For Lu Yongyi and Tundra One shelter, the loss of one such person was unacceptable.

He shook his head after reading and memorizing the first two names by heart. Su Mo then turned his attention to the last two names.

"Yang Chan and Xing Yunwen… why is Tundra One sending all girls?"

"Wait, what the hell?"

"What the hell?? Yang Chan????"

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Chapter 371: Killing Three Birds with One Stone, Strange Breakthrough Mission!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was said that movie plots required a logical progression. However, it seemed that the same did not hold true for real-life scenarios!

After seeing Yang Chan's name appear among the four, and after he indirectly asked Lu Yongyi for evidence…

Su Mo felt like ten thousand llamas had trampled over his heart. Not only did the llamas eat up all the grass, but they had also left a mess behind!

"When did my sister have the ability to communicate with animals? She ordered a school of treasure fish to help Tundra One move forward too?"

"This... What the f*ck? She's also the most important member among the four! Does this even make sense?"

Looking at the details sent over by Lu Yongyi, Su Mo was dumbfounded!

Every night, before he slept, Su Mo had imagined countless times about how he would pick up Su Chan from Tundra One while gloriously sailing his Hope One.

However, he was now being told that the two siblings would meet each other soon; in the ruins, no less.

After pinching himself a few times, Su Mo's face still displayed a smile that could not be concealed.

Even if the title promotion mission was not completed this time, he could still complete the Level 5 shelter prerequisites, as well as see his sister. Su Mo was completely satisfied!

Now, when he thought about how there were still only about 20 minutes left before he would enter the ruins and meet his sister, Su Mo grasped the three-pointed two-edged sword at his side tightly. His hand was cold, but his heart was hot and thumping wildly.

Suppressing his inner excitement, Su Mo turned his attention to the ruins message sent by Lu Yongyi. Su Mo forced himself to calm down and took advantage of the final few minutes of time to read it.

There were a thousand words' worth of rules.

Although it did not describe the core contents of the group ruins, there was a lot of useful information in it.

After reading and summarizing the contents, Su Mo kept the three main points in mind.

First of all, the group ruins were the same as the Liangfang Town ruins. Aside from the storage space, all game functions would be disabled after everyone entered the group ruins.

Su Mo was not surprised and did not panic regarding this point, which was the only item marked in red in all the notes.

After all, in ruins, only the storage space function was needed, not the other game functions.

The group ruins was not the PUBG-style survival battle royale that most people had thought it would be, nor did it require humans to fight against one another, or against the foreign races.

This Ocean Commander Promotion Battle was intended to be a friendly competitive tournament set up by the God of the Ocean to select the stronger ones, and was not intended to set off a killing spree.

So, after everyone entered the group ruins, they would enter a world similar to a game that required its players to pass different levels.

In addition to the danger posed by the game itself, everyone was a commander. If they dared to attack other commanders, they would be directly kicked out of the ruins by the rules of the game, and permanently disqualified from promotion.

Of course, there was no specific data in the official information collected about the specific number of levels, but at least one thing was certain…

When the early individual levels were finished, the group levels would be unlocked, and cooperation would be required to break through those levels.

This was the reason Lu Yongyi asked Su Mo to take care of those people that the Tundra Shelter had sent into the ruins.

Thirdly, after this Level 4 title promotion mission began, all the players who possessed a shelter core and possessed the title "Friend of the Ocean" would be able to utilize a brand new function.

This feature was similar to the Disaster Resistance live broadcast, but with some changes in certain aspects.

All viewers in the outside world could observe each commander and use that to choose which commander they wanted to follow.

After the group ruins, a weighted ranking list would be released according to the number of followers the commanders had.

The higher their ranking, the more rewards they would receive from God of the Ocean!

"Interesting, but this rule is quite friendly to players. It's not as shady as Fall Guys, where players can still mess with each other."

"In the individual levels, the physical abilities of the participants should be weighed quite heavily. I should be able to gain an advantage here!"

"Not to mention that people can't attack each other. Given Su Chan's resourcefulness, she won't be so foolish as to rush things, so I don't need to be worried about her safety..."

From the beginning, Su Mo had made some guesses about the Ocean Commander competition but, at this time, after reading the rules, some of his inner thoughts had become clearer.

Although the God of the Ocean was slumbering and concealing himself, he should be holding a large amount of authority in his hands.

The game could only be so oppressive and bully him because, despite the amount of authority he held, he was still not the majority shareholder.

From the peaceful nature of this competition, one could vaguely see how all the gods during the Fertile Soil Era competed amongst one another and yet remained friendly to one another.

Realizing that he only had the final minute and a half left after concisely summarizing all the notes, Su Mo also stopped thinking. He pressed a button on the bluetooth headset and issued his final command before entering.

Since there was no danger in the game, he could naturally lower the OS's battle alert status a little.

Even though Su Mo had already gotten most of the information, seeing that this matter concerned his sister's safety, Su Mo still asked Oreo to use her sixth sense to check for any potential dangers.

During this period of time, Oreo reported that all was well.

Oreo's feedback did not disappoint Su Mo!

"Okay, I'm ready to go. You guys take care of everything, prioritize yourself and Hope One's safety!"

Listening to his words, the animals replied respectfully. Su Mo stretched out his gloved hands and gently removed the bluetooth headset, placing it next to the pillow.

[Dear Ocean Commander Su Mo, only thirty seconds remain before the commencement of the Ocean Commander Promotion Battle.]

[Please don't bring along any creature that has not reached Level 4, and please don't bring along any item that degrades the God of the Ocean's honorable character]

[This group ruins competition is all about fairness, friendliness and justice… Please strictly abide by the rules of ruins, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences.]

[Ten seconds left before teleportation. Please make sure again that no creature is within three meters of you.]

[9...]

[8...]

[...]

[2...]

[1...]

[Starting teleportation! Good luck in the ruins!]

As the last alert sounded, Su Mo held the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand. The figure of Su Mo in the captain's quarters slowly disappeared with a flash amidst the foggy darkness.

Hanging in the distance, a few migratory birds that did not want to leave Hope One squawked a few times after seeing that marvelous sight in the captain's quarters.

Immediately afterwards, silence returned, and the outside of the ship was as quiet as the inside.

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[Congratulations Ocean Commander Su Mo! You have successfully entered the large group competition held in the Large-Scale Racial Battle Ruins]

[In the next level, please keep in mind the following precautions]

[...]

For a game that involved a Level 5 title promotion and close to 300,000 Ocean Commanders, the teleportation to the group ruins this time was not as magical as he imagined.

It felt just a gentle nudge.

By the time the sound of the game panel notification sounded in his ears, the whole process of teleportation had been completed.

The game had set up some limitations. After discovering that he had lost control over his body, Su Mo was not anxious, as he was already used to it after his many forays into the talisman simulation world. He patiently listened as the game began to explain the rules.

From the limitations of the competition to the breakthrough mode, the rules mentioned were no different from what was in the message he previously received.

Of course, in terms of the specific rewards, the game explained things in a little more detail.

[In this breakthrough game in the group ruins, a total of 10 Ocean Commander promotions will be given. The titles of whoever reaches the top ten in the overall breakthrough game's performance will be promoted.]

[At the same time, rewards will be given for every level. After passing each level, you will gain possession of these rewards.]

[Note: If you choose to obtain a reward for a particular level, you will lose the right to obtain that item again in the subsequent level.]

[Note: If you choose to accumulate your rewards, then your reward will be upgraded for each successful level passing.]

[Note: Once you choose the reward accumulation option, you will lose the ability to choose a reward if you fail a level.]

[I wish you success!]

...

As the game finished reading out the last sentence, Su Mo, who had been standing in the same place waiting, suddenly found that the restrictions over his body had been loosened, and that he regained control over his body.

The next moment, his five senses were also restored. It was as if he had entered a marketplace, as rumbling noises began to ring in his ears.

"D*mn it, we finally got in!"

"F*ck, this game took away the control of my body. It really scared me sh*tless!"

"Anyone wanna team up? I've been farming professionally for fifteen years. I've been swimming for ten years, and I'm really agile. Does anyone want to team up with me?"

"Crap, this mermaid beside me is really d*mn good-looking, I love it!"

"How do we enter the battle? Can anyone tell me?"

As Su Mo heard people around him speaking in Chinese, he slowly opened his eyes curiously and looked around.

Hmm…

It was as expected of the God of the Ocean!

As expected, everyone was in the ocean.

However, different from what was expected, everyone was not free to move around, but were rather like specimens soaked in formalin and on display in glass cabinets.

The size of each glass cabinet was 3m x 3m x 3m. They were neatly stacked together and looked quite stunning.

Through the glass display case, Su Mo could clearly see that, in front of and behind himself, as well as on the top of his head, he was surrounded by normal humans.

However, beneath his feet was an ugly-looking, huge crab from a foreign race.

The crab was not small, and it had very huge crab pincers thanks to its mutation. In this display case, high above the ground, Su Mo could clearly see that the crab was enduring it with difficulty.

"Hey, the crab downstairs, this display case is not big. Endure it a little longer!"

Su Mo curiously knocked on the floor beneath him, inducing the crab's rage.

After confirming that this glass cabinet was immune to any damage, Su Mo tentatively relaxed and summoned the game panel with a thought.

The panel was gray and black. Almost all of its functions were blocked, except for the storage space function.

At the very back of the panel, a new function had appeared.

Breakthrough!

Su Mo gently tapped on it, and was instantly transferred to a brand new interface.

[Welcome Ocean Commander Su Mo to the Breakthrough page. You can keep your current name for breakthrough purposes, or you can create your own commander name and use that instead.]

[The commander name will not affect your rewards, and a good commander name will be more likely to attract more followers!]

The page flashed with blue ripples. Looking at the renaming checkbox that popped up on the game panel, Su Mo keyed in a new name with little hesitation. General Xing Daorong!

"General Xing Daorong!"

This name sounded very upstanding. Both the rank of General and the name behind it would command a feeling of involuntary worship even if it was not recited out loud.

Also, Su Mo believed that as soon as Su Chan saw this ID, she would definitely know that this was him!

"Hey, reviving the prestige of my General is something my generation is obliged to do!"

After changing his name and removing any worries about being exposed, Su Mo's playstyle and mentality would be more unrestrained.

At the same time, Su Mo scanned the glass cabinet around him from the corner of his eye. More and more people were already disappearing into the breakthrough level.

Su Mo was not in a hurry. He patiently surveyed the remaining features on the interface.

At present, the center of the whole interface was marked with the huge word "breakthrough".

Right after that word, the number 1 was also written, which meant that Su Mo was currently on the first level.

In the bottom left corner of the interface, there was a small reward column, which was empty for now because Su Mo had not yet passed the first level.

In the upper right corner of the interface, there was a leaderboard showing the current level's situation.

Su Mo had only delayed acting for three minutes, but the top 100 of the leaderboard had already been filled up.

In first place, the Gambling Monster Reed currently had 3 points. He had a 0.22 point advantage over second place.

Fahai, which was in the 100th place, currently had 0.68 points, a full 2 points fewer than first place.

After looking through the list and determining that humans currently occupied 75 of the ranks and were in a great position, Su Mo did not let arrogance blind him. He tapped on the word "breakthrough".

The next second, like the others who had disappeared, the glass case belonging to Su Mo was left empty, leaving only the crab downstairs furiously pounding on the seemingly fragile, but in fact incredibly strong, glass case!

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Chapter 372: A Lord, A Deserter, A Wanted Criminal!

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"Brothers, activate your game panels! It unlocked a new function. It's…?It's a live broadcast of the Promotion Battle for the Level 4 title holders—Ocean Commander!"

"Crap, these people are so awesome! I've only just reached Level 2 after all that hustling, and there are already so many people who have reached Level 4?"

"F*ck, I've only just built my 'Benevolent Life Machine', but these people have managed to get ten thousand points already? How outrageous!"

"80,000 people have reached 10 million points! This is abnormally strong of them!"

"Humans take up 55 spots in the top 100! It seems that we humans are still stronger!"

"This is a f*cking fight between godlike people! Say, are these 80,000 people all ghosts? Why can none of them be seen on the World Channel?"

It had been proven that, both on Earth and in the wasteland, the barriers between people that were brought about by the difference in information access were still too thick for ordinary people to break.

At 7.08 pm, after more than 95% of the Ocean Commanders had chosen to enter, and then passed the first level…

A new feature had finally popped up in everyone's shelter core!

It was this new feature that made the survivors in the outside world who were still trying to promote their titles, explode.

From the release of the title to this point in time, only two days had passed.

These people who were part of the Ocean Commander Promotion Battle were dauntingly fast—they were able to achieve 10 million points worth of progress within such a short time, and still accomplish the tasks in between.

About 90% of the survivors were still in the midst of struggling to level up their titles from Level 2 to Level 3.

Despite not being able to visibly see their progress, the amount of progress they had made and the number of points they had accumulated made them gleeful.

With their progress speed, they thought that even if they were not among the frontrunners of humankind, they would at least be further ahead than most.

Unfortunately, in just two days, their illusions were mercilessly shattered!

There were already people at Level 4 who were advancing to Level 5!

Plus there were more than 80,000 of them!

Not to mention more than 100,000 people from the foreign races!

These numbers were like loud slaps on their faces, smacking every complacent person hard on their faces and knocking them dizzy.

With disbelief, they first tapped into the newly appeared promotion interface and watched this Level 4 Title Promotion Battle between the humans' and foreign races' elites.

After a delay of more than an hour, some changes had occurred on the leaderboard.

The one currently in first place was no longer the Gambling Monster Reed, who had previously dominated when Su Mo was watching the leaderboard. In its place was now a human with the ID Chu Xuan.

The current bottom of the leaderboard, which was the 100th place in terms of points, had 6.02 points.

Chu Xuan's points were three times that of the last place's, with a total of 18.29 points!

And behind his ID, an insignia had lit up…

Marine Defense Troop – Cohort 35 – Decurion.

Not knowing the meaning of these words, the players that swarmed in as well as the foreign races could only place their eyes on the person ranked below Chu Xuan.

What made the foreign races feel helpless was that the one currently in second place on the leaderboard was still a human, but with 18.12 points.

His ID was Great Emperor Wang Teng.

The name was arrogant, and likewise the insignia behind his name was even a little more imposing compared to Chu Xuan's.

Marine Guards – Cohort 7 – Centurion!

"So is the Ocean Commander Promotion Battle a competition comparing their ability to lead the army in battle?"

With this doubt in their minds, they skipped over the first two ranks and looked at the third place on the leaderboard, who was the only person from the foreign races that made it to the top ten.

His ID had only one word—Snake.

However, he currently possessed 17.79 points, so no one dared to underestimate him.

As someone from the foreign races, he also received a special insignia that was different from the humans in the top two.

Ocean Combat Beast Troop – Cohort 3 – Decurion.

"The Ocean Commander Promotion Battle is a test of their ability to lead troops in battle. This is a bit outrageous!"

"Guards, Marine Defense Troops, Advance Troops, Combat Beast Troops, and the Logistics and Supply Squad. I feel like the categories are pretty thorough!"

"Why is Almighty Su not up there? Did he not get enough points this time? Or is he not on the leaderboard yet?"

"How is the live broadcast of the Battle still not open? Isn't it much more interesting than the Disaster Resistance live broadcast?"

At nightfall, more and more people joined this live broadcast page. The comments screen of the live broadcast page started to become lively.

At this moment, they could not see the live broadcast streams, so they could only speculate on the rules of the Promotion Battle based on the information they obtained from the existing leaderboard.

Some guessed that it was the same as a role-playing game, where everyone received a military position and then competed to see who could climb to the rank of Commander first.

Some people guessed that it was the same as the game "Age of Empires". The period of time that was not broadcasted live was used to develop and build.

When the live broadcast page was opened, they started to think that everyone had a cohort and that they were competing to reach the highest Commander Points.

Someone boldly guessed that all Ocean Commanders would become a part of the God of the Ocean's troops, and help the God of the Ocean fight against the world and attack the New Continent.

Everyone had different speculations and opinions.

On the live broadcast page, where there was no restriction on speech, the comments screen refreshed at an amazing rate thanks to the 3.5 billion viewers.

While everyone was arguing, a new name suddenly appeared at the very bottom of the rankings!

Then, in less than five seconds, this name leapfrogged its way to number one with a terrifying momentum.

That was when all of them finally reacted.

The next second, the live broadcast page exploded!

"Crap, General Xing Daorong, Points: 403???"

"Deserter and Wanted Criminal, Wanted Rank: 2 stars? What position is this??"

"Isn't this the Ocean Commander Promotion Battle? Someone became a deserter? That's hella awesome!"

"As expected of an General. He just made this broadcast so much more entertaining!"

"F*ck, in a battle where the God of the Ocean's title is upgraded, they still had the courage to do something as unexpectedly off-putting as that! He's deliberately making a mess, isn't he?"

"Awesome! His actions can only be described as 'awesome'!"

On the rankings, where everyone had completely reasonable military positions, this deserter named General Xing Daorong that had suddenly appeared was definitely eye-catching and striking.

He was different from Chu Xuan, who had been pushed down into second place.

This Xing Daorong, who had appeared out of the blue like a shooting star, crushed everyone with his 403 points.

In an instant, the voices discussing the contents of the promotion of Level 4 title "Ocean Commander" were gone.

No one studied the rankings of the foreign races and humans.

Even some of the speeches discussing how to rack up more points disappeared.

Only Xing Daorong remained on the comments screen, and everyone's mind was only filled with curiosity about Xing Daorong.

To everyone's surprise, the General, who had reached number one with the momentum of a shooting star, was currently in huge trouble!

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"Chief, we have some good news!"

"The mines we planted earlier have killed all the Guardians of the Ocean scum that came to attack us!"

"Not only did they chase us all the way here, but now they want to sneak onto our island as well? They're simply asking for death!"

Su Mo looked at his murloc subordinate, who was standing in the distance holding a knife about a meter long. He swayed as he ran due to the weight of his knife, and looked as inelegant and awkward as he could be.

Su Mo, who was sitting on a large rock, helplessly sighed.

Three days.

Ever since he tapped on the button that said "Breakthrough" and came here to this mysterious world, three days had passed.

Unlike what everyone initially thought, the players were not returned back to the glass cabinet to recuperate after completing the first level before starting the second level after that.

After the first level was completed, the second level began immediately. All the levels were closely interconnected.

If one did the first level wrong, then the difficulty of the second level would be increased.

Even if one finished the second level, these mistakes would snowball, and he would enter a vicious circle, leading to worse and worse results.

Su Mo, who was currently a deserter, happened to be in the middle of such a cycle.

"Sh*t, other people are so lucky! As soon as they entered, they received military positions and could lead an army. Why did I become a deserter instead?"

"What the hell, it's not like I voluntarily fled!"

After scanning the leaderboard in the breakthrough interface, he noticed that his ID topped the list and that he was listed as an arrogant, wanted deserter.

The corners of Su Mo's eyes twitched and he half stood up from the stone.

"Fish One, how are the casualties on our end?"

"Reporting to the Chief, we have no casualties! And we took all the equipment and supplies of the Cohort 40 Marine Army scum that came just now. We're rich now!"

The murloc called Fish One was only about 1.2 meters tall, similar to the murlocs described in Western fantasy novels back on Earth. He could speak the human language, but his combat power was pathetically weak.

Although the big sword in his hand looked powerful, it was a standard weapon obtained by looting the God of the Ocean's troops.

In this case, Su Mo had a hundred reasons to believe that the murloc would be cut by his own sword first before he could even attack the enemy!

"Good, if the scum of the God of the Ocean's troops dare to come to the island, just give them a good beating!"

Su Mo pulled off a stiff smile. After calling Fish One over and going through some matters about what to do next, Su Mo took out a bottle of powder and handed it to him.

Looking at the naive murloc excited to return back to his duties, Su Mo also no longer rested. He put on the merman costume that slightly limited his movements and directly climbed down from the rock.

Su Mo slowly moved over toward the center of the island.

The entire island was small and only covered an area of about two square kilometers. As the island's center was raised over its surroundings, Su Mo could look over the whole island easily when he slowly climbed up to the highest point at the center.

At this time, Su Mo did not have the heart to appreciate the white sandy beach and the blue waters in his field of vision.

He also did not pay attention to the murloc tribe (that only had 9 members) on the beach.

Standing on the highest point of the island, Su Mo gently knocked on the surface of the rock with the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand.

In the wasteland, nothing would happen after he knocked on the rock.

However, in this mysterious realm where the battle was being held, a token, which looked plain and simple on the outside, suddenly emerged from the center of the rock, ignoring the material laws.

As Su Mo held the token in his hand, a properties panel naturally appeared within Su Mo's vision.

[Ocean Commander: Su Mo (Rank: 1; Points: 403)]

[Commander Status: Lord of White Sand Island; Deserter; Wanted Criminal]

[Current level in progress: 3 (Free Lord development route)]

[Level contents:Guarding the territory, protecting your subordinates so that they successfully pass the first difficulty level (Completed)]

[Level Reward: Good-level Design Blueprint*1 (Upgraded. Do you want to claim it?)]

[In-level Reward: Elementary Territory Transformation Card*1 (Do you want to claim it?)]

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[Occupied Territory: White Sand Island]

[Territory Area: 2 square kilometers (Actual available area: 0.689 square kilometers)]

[Territory Specialties:Treasure Fish, Green Shrimp, Beet Coconut, Honey Pot Grapes (Good)]

[Territory Residents: 9 (Murlocs)]

[Territory Fame: Obscure (0)]

[Territory Development Potential:None]

[Territory Health: 6 points (lacking sustainable production of food crops; lacking effective armed forces; lacking defense facilities; lacking any means of intelligence gathering; lacking…)]

[Evaluation: Within the vast ocean, this is a place destined to only be a resting place for travelers..]

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Chapter 373: Fertile Soil Era! The Advancement of White Sand Island's Owner!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Three days ago.

Su Mo stood inside the glass cabinet. When he tapped on the button that would lead him to the breakthrough level, the second teleportation function was immediately activated.

It was different from the previous teleportation from Hope One to this cabinet, in that it was much more uncomfortable.

Before Su Mo could react, it was as if lightning had struck him all over. Just before his figure vanished from the glass cabinet, he was knocked out!

By the time Su Mo opened his eyes again, he found himself inside a dark cell.

He was lying on a rotten and smelly straw mat with insects rolling around on it.

There was a rotten-smelling food bowl that seemed to have been used by many people, and a yellowed piece of paper with legible handwriting on it.

In addition to those three things, it was difficult to find other objects of value.

The cell's overall structure was not complicated.

It had a two-way structure, with each prisoner placed in a separate room, with a wall made of green bricks behind them and a fence made of hardwood in front.

If Su Mo could not use his storage space, he would have had to exert some effort to get out of this place. As the use of the storage space was not restricted, he could escape from prison as long as his hands were intact.

"Anyone else from the wasteland? The Promotion Battle's just started, but I'm locked up!"

"Crap, brother, you're also from the wasteland and participating in the Promotion Battle? It can't be! It can't be that all of us have to start the level in prison, can it?"

"The storage space works! Anyone wanna get out of here? This ancient trash prison is not strong enough to trap us!"

"Look, there's a piece of paper here with our starting identities on it."

"Sh*t, how the hell am I a philanderer who touched the Great Commander's daughter? They're sending me to the frontlines twelve hours later! This is totally fake, right?"

"Fortunately, I'm only guilty of tax evasion. I'll receive 50 strikes of the rod before I'm sent to the Advance Troops. My identity isn't that bad. I'm the big boss of the Seven Seas Chamber of Commerce. Why was someone with such status locked up here?"

Before Su Mo could explore the cell properly, the sound of discussion from outside interrupted his thoughts.

Incidentally, Su Mo also picked up the piece of paper with his identity information from the ground.

Identity: Chief Head Escort of the Tianya Escort Agency

Crime: Killing the boss of the Tianya Escort Agency by cruel means, covering up for the escorts involved, and taking full responsibility for the crime

Penalty: Exiled to the military (sent to to the Advance Troops)

Penalty execution time: 12 hours later

After reading it, the paper naturally turned into ashes and disappeared in Su Mo's hands.

In the meantime, all of the detainees, including Su Mo, accepted their "settings".

In terms of crime, all of them were basically guilty of different crimes and had different identities, but all of them had been sentenced to join different armies.

Of course, if Su Mo were to be given the chance to choose again three days later, he would have stayed in this rotten cell and joined the Advance Troops.

After entering the army, Su Mo would have been able to prove himself with just one battle, thanks to his superb physical fitness and combat ability, coupled with his stash of guns and explosive kits.

At this point, though, as he had just entered the level, and given that he did not have sufficient information to analyze the situation, he, like the others, chose to escape from prison.

This, as it so happened, was the point of the first level.

Accept your identity or rebel against your identity.

No one wanted to enter the army as a criminal and slowly climb the ranks by gaining merit.

For the humans who had been through various forms of hardship on the wasteland over the past two months, they followed their hearts when making their choice, as they were able to exit the test at any time.

Following these people, Su Mo also joined the group of people who fought their way out of the prison.

After that, everyone naturally received their reward for clearing the first level: a new identity that seemed like it had come straight out of GTA and sounded rather pleasing…

Deserter and Wanted Criminal: One Star.

At the same time, the mission for Level 2 was sent over as well.

The mission contents were simple.

Flee!

Escape as far away as they could!

As long as they could successfully escape pursuit and complete the task in Level 2, they would be rewarded; they would be detached from their current identity and obtain their own commander's decree and embark on a new career path.

At this time, everyone was also given another choice.

If they returned and surrendered, they could successfully return to the cell, and they would join the designated army after 12 hours.

During this process, if they caught a few of their jailbreak "accomplices", they might also receive a series of rewards that were similar to that of a "promotion".

Unfortunately, after coming out and seeing the peaceful scene outside the prison, and after cornering a few indigenous humans and questioning them, Su Mo was shocked and did not want to go back inside at all.

Humans could become gods by virtue of reading, by virtue of divine favor, by reaching achievements in a certain field, or even by doing something that helped the continent.

When this strange rule emerged from the mouths of the indigenous humans, a million guesses immediately flashed through Su Mo's mind, and he determined the direction of the choice he would make in Level 2.

This world seemed to be set during the Fertile Soil Era, at a time when the war had not yet fully begun!

If he joined the army, and was inducted into the Advance Troops, he would be sent to the frontlines. If something unexpected happened during this short period, he would miss a good opportunity to discover the truth!

Escape!

He must escape!

Even if his title was not promoted this time, he had to find a way to understand this continent and the enemy all the gods would face in the end!

With this, Su Mo chose to part ways with the majority.

After entering the city in the tributaries of the sea, he fled the scene at an extremely terrifying speed.

After Su Mo successfully escaped to sea, he also received the reward for passing Level 2.

A commander's decree!

With this pass, he could choose from two different career directions.

The first was the cliche direction, which was to join the army. With the commander's decree, he could only enter the Advance Troops, which was the same as before. At this stage, it seemed that he still had the opportunity to turn back.

The second was the free lord development route. It was a route that one could not turn back from. Those who chose this route would set up their own army, rebel against the laws of the Ocean Nation, and eventually become a lord that ruled over their own land.

…

"I thought that by choosing the free lord development route, I would have a lot of time to learn the truth about how the Fertile Soil Era disappeared in that era, but now it seems..."

"I was tricked!"

When Su Mo thought about the three hidden choices given to him by the level, and then looked at the shining commander's decree floating in front of him, a helpless smile flashed across Su Mo's face.

If one chose to become a free lord, they had to find their territory and bind it to themselves within one day.

If they were still a free lord after one day, they would be ruled a failure and kicked out of the level directly, hence losing their right to participate any further in this competition.

In a hurry, and also without knowledge of the current island geography on the ocean, or even a good sailing vessel, Su Mo could only return to the port. He looted a small ship that was in the business of trading murloc slaves, and incidentally obtained a map of the sea.

There were too many witnesses at the scene. Coupled with how blatantly Su Mo had committed the crime, his wanted rank increased from one star to two stars in the blink of an eye.

After reaching two stars, the Guardians of the Ocean who had disappeared long ago finally reappeared.

Those people pursued Su Mo like mad dogs, completely disrupting Su Mo's overall plan.

If Su Mo killed those people, his wanted rank might increase from two to three stars. At that point, he was bound to encounter greater resistance and would have to walk on the road of no return as he killed more and more people who came after him. The difficulty of the levels after would also likely become more and more terrifying.

However, if he did not kill those people, they would pursue him like madmen, with eyes full of rage, as they screamed at Su Mo telling him that he could not escape.

In desperation, Su Mo could only open all of the cages imprisoning the murloc slaves and, relying on the noble identity of the merman costume, he temporarily accepted those mermen as his underlings, who then became his sailors.

There were two groups of people on different sides. One chased after the other, while the other fled.

The small wooden ship that held the slaves was a sailing ship that could hold 25 people. It was not like Hope One, which was powered mechanically and possessed extremely high speed.

The Guardians of the Ocean responsible for the pursuit were not sailing on luxurious ships either. In this case, where he could not widen the distance between the two parties, it was not easy for Su Mo to escape.

The guards chased Su Mo from day to night, and the wind blew from the east to the west.

As the distance between the two parties was getting smaller, and the Guardians of the Ocean were looking more and more threatening, Su Mo decided to give it his all. He struck by diving underwater to chisel through the bottom of the Guardians of the Oceans' ships. He only managed to free himself from their pursuit after that.

Due to the time spent in this process, Su Mo was not left with much time to bind a territory to him.

After scanning the map and confirming his location, Su Mo immediately picked out White Sand Island, which was the island he was standing on, among all of the islands he could choose from.

Although the island was surrounded by sea, there was no natural danger to defend against, and the location of the island was on the trading route, so Su Mo did not need to worry about it being isolated.

Although the island had no sustainable crops, there was ample food for the mermen, as well as a freshwater river which would be their water supply. There was also a decent yield of beet coconut and good-quality honeypot grapes.

This island was given a low rating by the commander's decree, but in Su Mo's eyes it was full of development potential.

"These Guardians of the Ocean are just like AIs in a game."

"They're still chasing after me even though their ship sank. They're really f*cking outrageous. If everyone in the Fertile Soil Era had this determination and this level of combat power, there was no way they would've lost this war!"

After completing the task of Level 3, Su Mo, who realized that he had no other option but to go all the way on the route he was taking, was not happy at all.

Luckily, although he had completely dealt with the 40 Guardians of the Ocean, his wanted rank did not increase, which made Su Mo feel a little more relaxed.

"Commander's decree, extract Level 3 in-level rewards!"

After a moment of thought, Su Mo chose to complete the task for Level 3 and claimed the reward. A card with a white shimmer appeared in Su Mo's hand.

As Su Mo examined the card, a brief description of its properties naturally emerged.

[Elementary Territory Transformation Card (Normal)]

[Description: A card that contains a little bit of divine power. This is a reward for choosing the free lord route and binding the territory, which was the first test. If you can use it properly and in the right place, it will make your path to being a free lord smoother!]

[Function Description: Lords can use the card to make the following four transformation options (Note: you can only choose one transformation option, and the card will disappear immediately after you make your choice)]

[Function 1: Area (After choosing this function, the area of the territory will be expanded by one square kilometer in equal proportions).]

[Function 2: Transformation (After selecting this function, the lord can fine-tune the current terrain of the territory. The adjustment range may vary).]

[Function 3: Resources (After selecting this function, three normal-level resource options will be provided for the lord to choose. After selection, they will be attached to the territory in real time).]

[Function 4: Special Ability (After selecting this function, a special ability will be attached to the territory).]

[Restrictions: Not tradable and cannot be taken out of this world]

"Oh? This card is quite practical. It would be nice if I could take this out and use it in the basin area!"

After staring at the properties of the transformation card for a few moments, Su Mo's interest rose when he saw the fourth function, which was about a special ability.

Of the four functions, the first two were somewhat similar to the Mountain and Sea Painting Scroll card, in the manner that he could make certain changes to the terrain of the territory.

The third function was similar to the resource card, in the manner that he could attach a new resource to the territory.

As for the fourth function, this was the first time Su Mo had seen something like that in both the ruins and the wasteland.

"I definitely can't choose the first option. I only have nine mermen here, and 2 square kilometers is already too much for us."

"There's too much uncertainty behind the third option. Even if a resource was added to White Sand Island, it's also difficult for me to trade any resources for something else now that I'm a wanted criminal."

"What about choosing the fourth option as a gamble?"

Su Mo thought about it carefully. He did not rush to make a choice. After the card was put into the storage space, Su Mo raised his eyes and looked at the commander's decree.

There was one hour between the breakthrough levels in this Promotion Battle.

According to the current time shown on the panel, Su Mo would be able to start his mission for Level 4 after 42 minutes and ascend to first place on the leaderboard.

If one calculated things according to the current point rules, the points gained from killing an Guardian of the Ocean should be 10 points, and the extra 3 points were the rewards gained from looting the ship.

He was quite optimistic about the situation right now, as 403 points was enough for him to stay in first place for a while. However, after the great war began, the points of those decurions and centurions would grow rapidly.

At that time, if he could not find a good source of points, he would be eliminated from the game.

Sitting on the ground, the always optimistic Su Mo was not anxious. He waited patiently while thinking about the development of the territory.

After more than 40 minutes passed, the commander's decree lit up with a white light, and the task for Level 4 finally arrived as promised.

[Level 4: As the lord of White Sand Island, your reputation should be praised by all sailors.]

[Level contents: Rob a passing merchant ship and loot all the supplies of the merchant ship (Incomplete).]

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Chapter 374: The Renaissance, White Sand Island Development Plan 1.0

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"Nice, this level understands me well. I can't believe it arranged such a great mission for me!"

As Su Mo gazed at Level 4's new mission, the brooding look on his face vanished and was replaced with a look of suppressed glee!

The main reason he had chosen White Sand Island while escaping was because the island was located on many important trade routes.

All he needed to do to earn some quick cash on this "blessed land" was to keep his guns near him while he crushed everyone else passing by.

He would then be able to quickly accumulate a large amount of resources that other players could not achieve even if they were given a large amount of time, be it dozens of days or even a year and a half, and quickly overtake them.

Of course, if this were the real world instead, Su Mo might have restrained himself a little and forged his way ahead slowly.

However, the world currently before him was obviously a virtual challenge. The peace of the external world would not be the least bit affected even if he turned the entire place upside down.

"I have two goals now."

"Firstly, I have to figure out a way to lower my wanted star level as quickly as possible. Otherwise, it could lead to a lot of trouble if I end up attracting unwanted attention while I'm up to no good."

"Secondly, I need to find out how the other players are doing currently and how much time this world has before the great war!"

The mermaid clan was a very noble existence within this Deep Sea Fantasy World.

After realizing that this identity would give him many advantages, Su Mo gave up on taking off the merman costume.

Moreover, Su Mo could travel much faster now after two days of familiarizing himself with the outfit and traveling up and down the terrain while holding the three-pointed two-edged sword. He could even jump around the rocks now.

When Su Mo followed the same path back to the same large rock he had been sitting on previously. Things were just as he had expected them to be. The murlocs had not finished cleaning up yet.

However, Su Mo did not wait any longer as he now had a new goal in mind. Instead, he dragged his body toward the sand.

The area around the rock was where Su Mo had temporarily set up camp after arriving on the island. It was roughly 500 meters away from the beach on the southern part of the island.

Excluding the 100-meter sand strip in the middle, the remaining 400 meters were filled with lush coconut trees.

The first reason he had chosen this place was that there was a small cove on the beach in the south. He used that as a dock for his stolen wooden sailboat.

The second reason was that the island's source of fresh water was located on the southern end. There would be no need to worry about someone sneaking up here and poisoning the waters.

Naturally, the murlocs bustling about on the beach would not have given such deep thought to Su Mo's considerations.

As a matter of fact, their brains did not possess the capacity to even wonder why the noble merman prince would set up camp in a place like this either.

They were simple-minded creatures and were delighted as they watched the waves send up supplies onto the shore again and again!

"Children, be careful, don't rip those clothes! We'll have to use them again later!"

When Su Mo noticed how clumsy the murlocs were, he called out to them and hastened his movement.

"Yes, captain!"

All nine murlocs hollered back in response when they heard Su Mo calling out to them.

Slavery seemed to be something utilized to its maximum potential in this Deep Sea World.

Although Su Mo had saved these murlocs, they were still extremely obedient and acted as the island's best laborers during these early days.

Were it not for White Sand Island's dire need of basic supplies to build and develop facilities, Su Mo would have selected slave ships as his first looting target.

Besides, this group ruins was different from when he got his title in the external world, which drew a clear line between good and evil.

However, after getting secret help from the game's level and obtaining information from the wasteland…

Su Mo knew that the trial world had become so twisted because the God of the Ocean did not keep an eye on it.

Perhaps it could also be that, even if the God of the Ocean was a part of this, it might still be programmed to result in his desired outcome.

Neither the God of the Ocean nor the game would pay attention to what you did during the process of the Battle.

Thus, Su Mo made a decision. He would lead the murlocs in pretending to be the Guardians of the Ocean!

At the very least, he could not make too many enemies or let passing ships know that there was a group of vicious pirates on White Sand Island during the initial trial period!

He wanted to make White Sand Island look like a famous seaside entertainment paradise to outsiders.

Taverns, beauties, inns, restaurants, shipyards, mercenary guilds, gladiatorial arenas…

These were all things that sailors and pirates back on Earth had enjoyed during the Middle Ages, and Su Mo decided to replicate them all on White Sand Island.

By relying on these people who came and went, Su Mo could learn about everything that happened on the seas without even stepping foot outside his island home base.

When that happened, he could secretly develop his forces while openly gathering wealth and information.

With those two in hand, Su Mo was confident that he could take on even the high-ranking bigwigs in the God of the Ocean's army.

There was an additional reason as to why Su Mo had decided to develop this island.

"According to the notification prompt issued by the commander's decree, only about an hour has passed in the external world. In that case, half an hour in the external world is equivalent to a full day in the trial world."

"There are 72 hours in 3 days. I can stay in the trial world for 144 days, which is equivalent to a full 5 months!"

"There's so much time that I can put what I recently learned about basic territorial infrastructure development into practice. That way, I won't be fumbling around in the dark when I arrive at the New World!"

Although Su Mo knew that the levels coming after this would be very bothersome, and that he might even have to leave the trial early if he failed a level, he still felt energy coursing through him as he made his plans.

After directing the murlocs to swiftly clear the spoils and destroy all of the evidence, Su Mo took all the murlocs back to the temporary camp.

Since they had only arrived that morning, the campsite was still in a shabby state. There was not even a simple cabin built for them to sleep in at night.

This would have been a major undertaking had it happened during the early days of the wasteland.

However, now…

Su Mo simply retrieved two excellent-quality axes and demonstrated on the spot how to chop down trees and build a cabin.

As Su Mo watched as the nine murlocs ran happily toward the broad-leaved trees some distance away. He smiled before returning his attention to his stolen map.

Although the ship styles and folklore of the Deep Sea World were similar to that of the Middle Ages back on Earth, ship routes were extremely well-developed here due to blessings from the Gods.

This map recorded not only every named place within a three-thousand nautical mile radius, but also annotated some basic information that was important to know about those locations.

This helped Su Mo resolve one of his biggest problems, which was his unfamiliarity with the Deep Sea World.

"Since this world is controlled by the Gods, the Deep Sea King is, strictly speaking, not actually a king. Instead, the official with the most power would be the priest in charge of communicating with the Gods."

"The nearest large-scale official institution would be the Atlantean Metropolis, which is located a thousand and eight hundred nautical miles away. The place where I escaped from must be this Bayou Town."

After calculating the direction and distance he had fled, Su Mo found it easy to locate the place where he had spawned on the map.

Bayou Town and White Sand Island were 140 nautical miles away from each other. If a small sailboat sailed directly downwind for the entire journey, the time needed to travel that distance was roughly 14 hours.

Bayou Town was one of Sand County's satellite towns and had become the backbone of the satellite towns' economy because it had an abundance of treasure fishes that could be sold at a high price in the Deep Sea World.

If passing merchant ships were not at full capacity, they would usually stop by Bayou Town to purchase treasure fishes so that they could later export them and earn a profit from the price difference.

White Sand Island happened to be located in a place that had to be passed through to get to Bayou Town.

The waters on this route were calm during the day, which made it seem like an ideal route to travel. However, the winds blew toward the east, which was the opposite of the direction the ships would be traveling in, which meant they had to sail at slow speeds.

Thus, ships that passed by would all dock at the nearby uninhabited islands to spruce up their ships.

When night fell and the wind's direction changed from east to west, everyone would board their ships once more and arrive at Bayou Town just as the sun rose.

The best time for fishermen to sell the treasure fishes they had caught during the night was early morning.

Then, after loading their ships with the freshest fishes, the ships would continue sailing non-stop toward their final destination.

"This route has been developed and used for three and a half years, and the value of the treasure fishes have also been recognized by the nearby towns. This route's importance is rated at two and a half stars, which means that plenty of merchant ships will use it."

"If I want to loot, no, I mean, if I want to collect toll charges, it would be most suitable to do it between noon to evening while they are resting!"

As Su Mo made careful and thoughtful plans in his mind, he used his knuckles to tap on several spots on the map where merchant ships would likely dock to rest.

It was not easy to be a pirate on the seas.

If he could summon Hope One over, Su Mo would not be afraid to raise his wanted star level to six stars, much less be afraid to loot these merchant ships.

However, there was only a small sailboat on White Sand Island now. If the other party ended up sailing a large merchant ship, and even if you ignored their weapons and the ship's sturdiness…

The small sailboat would never be able to catch up to them if they turned and sailed away once they sensed that something was not right.

Moreover, the Level 4 mission was extremely specific. He needed to loot everything off a merchant ship.

That would require him to either not fight the battle at all, or to fight it until the very end.

Thus, the only time he could strike was when the other ship was moored at the water's edge, and while the sailors were resting onshore.

At that point, all he needed to do was to sneak onto the ship and gain control over the person in charge of steering the ship, which would ensure the cargo ship would not be able to sail away; then Su Mo could decide on whether he should kill them or let them go.

Su Mo, who was busy plotting his devious plan, did not even realize how much stronger he had become compared to two months ago.

Two months ago, when faced with a group of thugs chiseling away at the Underground Shelter's outer walls, Su Mo was so nervous that he needed to hype himself up before he dared to dash out and kill the enemy.

Two months later, Su Mo could look at a map and twiddle his thumbs as he planned a small battle that could involve well over a hundred people.

Growth was always something that happened silently.

The change in Su Mo's mentality and strength was what allowed him to gradually transform into a powerful person.

The aura that a powerful person like him exuded in his movements was also what allowed Su Mo to easily subdue those nine murlocs.

As his plan gradually took shape, White Sand Island's sky slowly turned dark.

Since it was an isolated island, the air slowly became cold and wet after night fell. Although the coconut trees provided some shelter, the sea breeze still caused living creatures to experience a swift drop in body temperature whenever it blew past.

After helping the murlocs build two cabins, White Sand Island's first "sacrificial ritual" officially began.

Two bonfires were lit, and the pot on the left one contained a tasty treasure fish stew while the one on the right contained a paste made from hardtack.

The nine murlocs joined hands and formed a circle around Su Mo, who was seasoning the food in the pots. They danced circles around him as they sang.

"Thank you to the great God of the Ocean, whose existence blessed us with the ability to reproduce in the Deep Sea World. You were the one who sent the commander to us and saved us from slavery!"

"Thank you to the great God of Cooking, we thank you for giving us this scrumptious food that will keep us from freezing during this cold night!"

"Thank you to the mighty commander, who drove the evil Guardians of the Ocean away and protected our right to freedom in the Deep Sea World!"

After saying those three sentences in the human language, the murlocs' prayers changed back into the foreign races' obscure and difficult-to-understand language again. It sounded quite harmonious when paired with the crackling sounds that the bonfire was emitting.

"God of Cooking?"

For some unknown reason, an indescribable feeling washed over Su Mo as he listened to the murlocs' prayers.

The faint calls buried in the depths of his heart, that had been there since the first two days of the trial, seemed to have become clearer as he listened to the murlocs' chants from a close distance.

It sounded like a voice was telling him something, and trying to pass a message to him.

However, when Su Mo took into account the fact that he was in the trial world, and that the game might be observing him, he suppressed the urge to attempt "transforming" into his alter-ego and instead focused on seasoning the food in front of him.

As Su Mo poured a bottle of psychic energy water into the soup and noticed how the look in the murlocs' eyes immediately changed, he laughed and announced the start of the feast.

"Eat, eat. You will probably soon be part of my team in the Deep Sea World!"

"Try your best to become stronger as quickly as possible!"

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Chapter 375: Mad Dog Pursuit Team, Possibility of Constant Monsters Spawning!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Dawn broke.

Su Mo got out of the simple cabin the murlocs built and checked on them, who had been rapidly evolving in terms of intellect and physique while they slept after consuming food that contained psychic energy water.

After getting his three-pointed two-edged sword, Su Mo set out energetically toward the top of the mountain.

Su Mo was different from the murlocs, who were still fast asleep. As his physical constitution evolved more and more, the time he needed to sleep grew shorter and shorter.

Especially after consuming food that contained psychic energy water. If he did not fight any major battles, Su Mo only needed three to four hours before his energy was restored to its peak condition.

While on the way to the top, Su Mo picked a beet coconut and drank the coconut water while enjoying the crispy beet coconut flesh.

Although the beet coconut's flesh was succulent, it was also similar to sugarcane in the sense that chewing it a few times would drain the rough plant fibers of its juices and make you feel like you were chewing on wood.

The experience became even worse when you remembered that you had to swallow this piece of wood.

"It would be nice if the sweetness and texture of this coconut's flesh could be modified because, then, it could be sold as a cash crop!"

Su Mo thought about this as he finished drinking the fresh coconut water in the beet coconut and consuming half of its flesh. Then, the large rock at the peak of the mountain appeared in his field of vision.

Su Mo used the handle of his weapon to support himself as he successfully clambered onto the large rock.

It was different from the hasty method he had used to climb up onto the rock yesterday. The sun was just beginning to rise.

Su Mo was in no rush to summon the Commander Pass. Instead, he sat down on the rock and took a closer look at the territory he owned.

This island was named White Sand Island because of the sand on the beaches that surrounded the island. They were white, contained no trace of impurities, and looked just as pleasant as pieces of white jade placed on the ground.

A small sailboat was docked in the cove located on the south part of the island. It rocked from side to side as the sea breeze whistled by.

About 75% of the island was covered in vegetation. 35% of that consisted of beet coconut trees, whereas the remaining 40% were broad-leaved plants that were often seen in the tropics.

"The south side of the island is currently the only place where ships can dock, but that's alright. I can make another man-made cove for ships to dock."

"The east and north sides of the island are mostly covered in useless broad-leaved vegetation that serves no purpose except to take up space. When I get more people working under me, I can excavate that area and use it as White Sand Island's frontage."

"Hang on, what the heck is that?"

Su Mo swept an appreciative gaze across three areas of the island, but the look on his face turned ugly when his gaze turned toward the southern side.

The southern side of the island was also where the Guardians of the Ocean had appeared and been "bombed" to death.

The sun was yet to rise fully, but with Su Mo's exceptional eyesight, he immediately noticed a black dot floating near the end of the horizon.

Su Mo's instincts told him that it was a boat, and it seemed eerily familiar.

"Is a merchant ship delivering itself into my hands? Or have the mad dogs come looking for me again?"

Su Mo felt an indescribable apprehension coursing through his body. Then, he got an idea and retrieved a pair of binoculars with 15x zoom from the storage space and looked into the distance.

The next second, he got a clearer look at the ship near the end of the sea's horizon, and saw the Guardians of the Ocean's flag hanging from it…

Su Mo was stunned, and his hands immediately curled themselves into fists!

"F*ck, what the hell are they up to? Why has another one of the Guardian of the Ocean's ships come over?"

"Are they monsters that respawn repeatedly? Will a ship be coming over every day?"

"???"

...

"Captain, we've already wiped out the forty pieces of scum from the Guardians of the Ocean. We've also looted their ship and most of the supplies on it. We're rich!"

"Captain, should we dock their boat in our cove as well?"

"Captain, what's wrong? Why do you have such an ugly look on your face?"

As dawn broke, the sunlight shone upon all sorts of creatures sprawled out on the shore.

There were murlocs, shrimp soldiers, and also a man who had a human's head and crab claws for arms.

These sprawled-out creatures all had one similarity to them. They all had a chrysanthemum-shaped opening on their heads.

Blood of various colors seeped from the chrysanthemum-shaped openings and mixed in with the clean sand, forming an abstract painting that looked like a mischievous child's doodles.

The nine murlocs that were a part of White Sand Island were now happily prancing around this area of the beach as they celebrated the Guardians of the Ocean's failure once more.

Yes, they had wiped out their enemy without suffering any casualties, and they had also seized a bunch of supplies. It was supposed to be a time of celebration.

However, as they looked at the ugly look on Su Mo's face, the murlocs seemed to sense the seriousness of the problem as they fell silent.

"F*ck, our wanted level is up to three stars now that we've killed these 40 people."

"However, that's not the worst part. The worst part is that a boat like this that carries another group from the Guardians of the Ocean will come by every day."

"Two stars means that 40 people will come by every day, whereas three stars will bring 100 people and a powerful leader."

"What's going on? Is this a game?"

Su Mo burst into one of his rare foul-mouthed rants. After waving the murlocs away to clean up the battlefield, Su Mo walked over to a place where the murlocs could not see him before taking off his merman costume and swiftly making his way toward the mountaintop that contained the commander's decree.

After getting rid of those forty people and having his wanted level raised to three stars, the commander's decree had also sent over one of its rare messages.

There was only one message, and it talked about the wanted star levels and what they represented.

For the one-star wanted level, unless you and the Guardians of the Ocean met face-to-face, and you allowed them to see you, they would not take the initiative to go looking for you or travel long distances to capture you.

For the two-stars wanted level, you were already somewhat well-known. No matter where you were, the nearest official organization would receive information on your whereabouts every day once the clock struck 12 midnight.

Then, they would send out a sailboat that carried 40 soldiers from the Guardians of the Ocean to capture you.

These soldiers had only average abilities, and even if they had to face them one-on-one, the murlocs who had been strengthened with psychic energy water stood a fair chance against them as long as the combat conditions were suitable.

However, the problem occurred once you dared kill these soldiers; your wanted star level would grow higher and higher, until…

It reached the three-stars wanted level!

"Commander's decree, check my wanted value and the time until the next Guardians of the Ocean army will arrive at my current location."

Su Mo could run much faster now that he was freed from the constraints of the merman costume. The distance he traveled on his feet would have usually taken 20 minutes in his costume.

However, since he was running, it only took him about 3 minutes to complete the journey!

Su Mo gasped for breath as he grabbed the commander's decree floating in the air and asked his questions.

[Respected Ocean Commander Su Mo. Based on your current wanted star level, your wanted value is at 528.]

[The next Guardians of the Ocean army will be dispatched in 16 hours and 2 minutes. They will arrive in 28 hours and 11 minutes.]

Two numbers. One of them was 16 hours, and the other was 28 hours.

After completing some simple subtraction and division in his brain, Su Mo gained an understanding of the three-star wanted level ship's speed.

By right, the Guardians of the Ocean army that was currently here was supposed to set out the next morning.

In other words, they had traveled against the wind for two nights and sailed for 32 hours before arriving at White Sand Island. Their determination was astounding!

However, even when you calculated the time it took to travel against the wind, the wanted three-star level army would only need 12 hours. Their speed was nearly three times faster.

If the star level remained the way it was, a boat full of mad dogs like these would wash up onto White Sand Island during noon every day and deliver a boat full of supplies and over a thousand points.

Based on the current state of his ammunition reserve, Su Mo would not be able to finish using the ammunition to kill them even after a hundred days had passed.

However, the problem was that the star level would continuously increase, which meant that he would have to deal with even more of them and that he needed to kill them even more quickly!

If Su Mo reached the four-star wanted level, a suppression force consisting of 1000 members would be waiting for him!

This suppression force would increase the Guardians of the Ocean's combat standards by a notch.

The suppression force would be led by a capable captain with experience in leading assaults against wanted criminals. The force would consist of 800 elite soldiers and 200 war beasts.

It was such a massive suppression force that, when it happened, Su Mo would probably only be able to defeat a small portion of the force.

He would run out of ammunition, and there would come a time where he could no longer stand his ground even if he wanted to do so.

When that happened, Su Mo would be left with only one choice, which was…

To leave the trial!

"That doesn't make sense. If you look at it that way, you would have no choice but to give up if you've been tagged as a wanted criminal."

"However, based on the level goals that the commander's decree gave me... If I choose to continue carrying out the missions within, my wanted star level will continue to grow higher and higher. How am I supposed to continue playing?"

Su Mo's heart rate had increased after running frantically, but he began gathering his thoughts as he sat down on the large rock.

The current problem he faced was the unsolvable issue of the wanted star level and his increasing wanted value.

The star level determined the capturing team's strength, while the wanted value determined how high his wanted star level was.

Among these two variables, he just needed to find a suitable method to ensure that he could control one variable.

That way, the mad dogs that raced over at a fixed time every day would not only fail to serve as a hindrance, but they would also become a "a goose that laid golden eggs"!

"Where exactly is the key to solving this problem…"

"My wanted level was already at two stars after I broke out of jail and chose to flee. This means that there must be a loophole in the trial world. I began fleeing after that, and then…"

"Hang on! The territorial transformation card!"

He scrolled down on the game panel interface and looked through it closely.

When Su Mo's thoughts drifted toward his gains from yesterday, his heart leaped as he retrieved the transformation card from the storage space.

Based on how games were designed, levels and rewards were usually designed in a way that allowed players to continue progressing.

Since the level encouraged players to become lawless lords, then it would definitely leave behind several loopholes to be used to that end.

"Thank god I didn't rush to use this yesterday. Now, it seems like the loophole is hidden here…"

"In Function 4!"

Before going to sleep last night, Su Mo had been wondering if he should choose Function 2's transformation option to complete White Sand Island's initial terrain development, or place a bet on Function 4's special abilities.

However, as Su Mo gazed at the dazzling card in his hands, he heaved a long sigh of relief before activating it.

"I choose function 4, activate the special ability add-on!"

[Respected Ocean Commander Su Mo. Your choice to activate Function 4 of the Elementary Territorial Transformation Card has been detected. There are three choices for you to choose from.]

[Choice 1: Land of Fish and Rice (upon choosing this special ability, territorial crop yield 50%, probability of attracting farming experts 10%, territorial crop resistance 25%, territorial crop growth rate 15%; when planting crops, there is a certain probability that they will have an increased grade.)]

[Choice 2: The Sailor's Homeland (upon choosing this special ability, territorial traffic 50%, territorial consumer satisfaction 25%, probability of attracting legendary captain visitations 10%, territorial security 15%; when attracting customers, there is a certain probability that guests that are elite-level and above will be attracted.)]

[Choice 3: Lawless Land (upon choosing this special ability, territorial traffic 75%, probability of attracting pirates 100%, territorial chaos 100%, territorial crop yield -100%; when situated in this territory, the Guardians of the Ocean will not receive your coordinates. Moreover, the wanted star level and wanted value will remain fixed while inside the territory.)]

"Holy sh*t, there really is a loophole!"

After glancing through the first two choices and reading the last choice named "Lawless Land", Su Mo was so shocked that he jumped up.

If he was an ordinary deserter with a two-star wanted level, he would have hesitated when he saw those three choices.

Although "Lawless Land" looked like a good solution to his urgent need, the 100% territorial chaos and -100% crop yield would mean that the territory would remain stuck in the early stages of development.

If you chose this when you had just arrived and had yet to fully develop your forces…

If chaos broke out in the territory, it would still be alright if you lost your supplies because you would still have a chance of starting over. However, if you lost your life in the chaos, you were done for.

Unless…

"Holy sh*t, I was figuring out where I should go to break the law and rob these pirates. Who would have thought that the Lawless Land would turn these pirates into gift parcels delivered right to my doorstep!"

"Moreover, as long as I make a quick round outside of the island's perimeter at midnight every day and allow the Guardians of the Ocean to receive my coordinates, I just have to stay on the island and wait until noon before I receive a sailboat full of supplies without even lifting a finger. That's f*cking crazy!"

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Chapter 376: Disaster Has Come! The Beginning of a Shocking Conspiracy!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

War was cruel, but it was also the fastest way to boost technological production.

The Deep Sea World during the Fertile Soil Era was an example. The God of the Ocean's protection had enabled the maritime industry to advance for over a thousand years, but the development of the technology chain was still extremely slow.

The inhabitants here were content with their life. Despite a drastic gap between the rich and the poor, it did not affect the general peace of their environment since there was an information blockade.

Since the God of the Ocean Wind controlled the seas here with his magical powers, it was rare to see terrifying winds and monstrous waves like those on Earth that often swallowed people up.

It included the pirating profession, which was supposed to develop by leaps and bounds in the Deep Sea World. Given the abnormal number of wanted bounties, this meant they could not make any significantly large inroads.

Of course, from this very moment on, as Su Mo turned and watched White Sand Island slowly becoming a white dot and vanishing into the distance, he knew…

The pirating profession's despondent downward curve was about to experience a massive upturn!

"Captain, our ship has been heavily disguised. Not even the genuine Guardians of the Ocean will realize there's something amiss as long as they don't come into contact with us.

"We're exactly like actual members of the Guardians of the Ocean!"

The murlocs wore well-fitted Guardians of the Ocean uniforms, and each of them wielded a precious sword as tall as a human. They looked majestic, bearing no resemblance to the small and sorry short slaves they had been just two days ago.

Additionally, the ships they boarded were no longer the small sailboats used to transport slaves. These were now fully-licensed official ships with the words "Law Enforcement" on them.

These official ships were almost on par with a small sailboat in terms of size and speed.

However, when the day finally came, White Sand Island would usher in an upgrade to the ships that would transform them into official ships that could travel fully three times faster!

"Fish One, send the orders down. Take the lines of dialogue that I've written for you and study them well. Let's not expose ourselves in front of the enemy.

"Remember our present identity. We are an official law enforcement team from the Guardians of the Ocean!"

Su Mo gestured with the three-pointed two-edged sword. When he saw Fish One nod and dash happily toward the rear of the deck, he sat down in satisfaction.

Every day, over a thousand points were deposited into his account, and he would also get a large, swift ship built with quality materials, as well as the supplies it carried.

After choosing to upgrade White Sand Island into a Lawless Land, the title upgrade competition did not change for anyone else, but for Su Mo, the difficulty had significantly decreased.

Moreover, after an investigation into the hidden profits behind this, a unique, crazy idea began churning in Su Mo's mind.

He would take his time to develop here and figure out the meaning behind the origin of the great battle back in the day.

In this world, where the God of the Ocean was in a deep slumber and could not distinguish between good and evil, Su Mo wanted to try and embroil everyone in his scheme.

In other words, he wanted to overthrow the God of the Ocean's regime!

Su Mo wanted to see if any change would occur in the Fertile Soil Era—which was fated to be destroyed—if he were to release it from the shackles of theocracy.

When this idea took shape in his mind, even Su Mo was shocked.

However, Su Mo was also startled to find that this plan had great potential after he observed the abundance of produce in this world, and calculated the degree of loyalty his slaves possessed.

If he had not been asleep, the God of the Ocean would surely have taken action and meted out punishment to Su Mo for repeatedly taking advantage of loopholes to constantly spawn monsters.

However, with the God of the Ocean currently absent, all Su Mo needed was a blitzkrieg strategy and a brief moment where everyone had not yet had time to react—then he could complete his original capital accumulation.

The entirety of White Sand Island would well be within the rules to immediately become a giant entity that no one could ignore!

As for the merchant ships transporting food at present?

They would not be needed!

White Sand Island would receive punctual deliveries of supplies from the Guardians of the Ocean every day. There would be no need to worry about a shortage in supplies as long as the number of slaves was kept below three thousand.

In other words, the only thing White Sand Island lacked now were people and large numbers of slaves!

Once the number of slaves increased, Su Mo would show all the citizens of the Deep Sea World what a real industrial revolution looked like!

Therefore, in the earlier battles against external opponents, Su Mo immediately targeted slave ships.

"I want to increase White Sand Island's population to over 2000 in three days!"

Su Mo gripped his three-pointed two-edged sword after setting that goal. The corners of his mouth tugged up in an inscrutable smirk as he watched the boat that entered his field of vision, flying a flag that displayed a human head.

…

"Quick, Chen Shen, come and check. One day has already gone by. Take a look and see if our Shelter Leader's status has changed yet. Why can't I find Leader Su's name!"

"That's right. So many people have come out already, but they all say they haven't seen Leader Su!"

Although the villagers of Hope Village in the faraway basin were waiting on the mountain, they were not idle either during the first round of gaining titles. All of them had managed to raise their titles to Level 1 by taking turns to go to sea in two lifeboats and the small boats that they had crafted themselves.

After achieving Level 1, however, it would be difficult for the Hope Village inhabitants to elevate further as the village was located in the shallow areas of the sea.

Currently, as Chen Shen gazed at the panicking Pei Shao and Qi Qin, all he could do was stand up and grab their shoulders so that he could force them to sit down again on their stools.

"Come, come, have some tea! Don't panic!

"Ah! Brother Pei, you should rest. I've already told you that Leader Su must have entered after getting a Level 4 title. His icon on my friends' list indicates that he's busy. Don't worry, didn't you hear what the people who have already withdrawn said? You can withdraw from the challenge anytime you want to!

"Think about it. If there were any danger, Leader Su would escape once he faced a challenge he couldn't defeat!"

Time seemed to pass very slowly for the 300 thousand people inside the trial ruins.

As of now, according to the timeline in the trial ruins, a full fifty days had passed.

However, by external world time, it had only been a day, and it was only just past seven o'clock in the evening on Day 2 of Month 3.

To the refugees who had not gone into the ruins, the New World had already surfaced through the water, and it was just another normal day of them evacuating.

"I'm just worried that something has happened. Don't fuss at me; if you don't believe me, go take a look outside. See if there's anyone in the village who isn't worried!"

Qi Qin picked up his already cold cup of tea and downed it in one gulp. He did not seem to have tasted any of it.

His brows had furrowed together so tightly that little creases had formed in the space between. Anyone who looked at him would know that he was worried.

"Exactly, I have no idea when the trial live broadcast stream will start. Look at what everyone who came out said. Pirates are everywhere, and the trial world is in utter chaos. Also… yes, that pirate leader, General Xing Daorong. He's going everywhere with his people, burning, pillaging, and looting. The situation inside is so dangerous!"

As the intelligence team leader, Pei Shao had now shifted his information-gathering focus to increasing the overall information on the group ruins.

People had been quitting sporadically throughout the day, starting from the initial zero stars, and now, they were leaving one batch after the other.

The World Channel and Disaster Resistance Channel started becoming livelier.

Apart from the officials, those who managed to obtain Level 4 titles were people who had some modicum of intelligence.

These people were not really disappointed that they had failed to be promoted to a Level 5 title. Instead, they took advantage of their individual identities to gain popularity.

When one pulled up the Disaster Resistance Channel live streams, one would see Garfield Bieber, the person who had taught everyone how to get a Level 1 title, hosting a live stream that talked about the situation in the ruins.

Since it was something that everyone was paying attention to now, he had changed the title of his live broadcast room to–

[The Internet's first-person perspective commentary on the battle of the bigshots in the group ruins and tactics to upgrade your title]

This title alone and the fact that he had already gained popularity from his tutorials in the past meant that his live broadcast stream had reached a shocking audience number of…

25 billion!

Although it was the middle of the night, and dawn was only just approaching, there were already 25 billion people in his live broadcast stream waiting for a first-person account on news of the group ruins and—even more importantly—tactics on upgrading their titles.

"XX, welcome to the live broadcast stream. Bigshot XXX, welcome to the live stream. The tutorial will start now.

"I will begin teaching everyone how to gain a Level 4 title, as well as hacks on how to complete the several thousand progress bars in a few days, once the audience count hits 30 billion!

"Ah, I noticed that a lot of you are very interested in how the situation in the group ruins is shaping up. How about this—someone in my shelter was just eliminated. Let us welcome Han Bi to come and give a first-person account about his experience."

The level of the live stream box would rise each time the audience count increased by 10 billion.

When Garfield noticed his live broadcast stream's audience count drop by 1 billion because he was keeping them in suspense, he hurriedly shouted and beckoned for the person behind him to come out.

Garfield's timely damage control stopped his popularity from dropping. Moreover, the audience's interest was piqued when they saw Han Bi walking out with an annoyed expression on his face.

"If all of you want to listen to me wax poetic and tell you some made-up stories, then there's nothing worth your attention here. The other live broadcast streams in the World Channel are full of all that.

"However, if you're genuinely interested in learning more about the wasteland's group ruins, please be patient as you continue listening!"

The brooding expression on Han Bi's face showed just how gloomy he was feeling. The audience became even more interested in what he had to say after he finished his disclaimers.

At this point, as Garfield motioned to him, he stopped keeping the audience in suspense and said matter-of-factly:

"At present, players are given eight career choices in the ruins. They are as follows.

"The military, which also has the lowest level of difficulty.

"This is a career that everyone can choose once they start playing. You'll be able to join without any problems as long as you follow what the progress bar tells you to do.

"Merchants, seafarers, and scholars have a slightly higher difficulty level, but you'll be able to join if you're willing to use your brains a little.

"These three careers form the second tier, and they're branded as two-star careers because it's slightly more difficult to gain points.

"However, you'll also gain more rewards.

"Politicians and slave owners are three-star careers that are quite difficult but offer plentiful rewards.

"The four-star career is the restricted lord. The difficulty level is pretty crazy, but you also get really great rewards.

"Currently, Xing Daorong, the craziest person in the group ruins, has chosen the five-star career, which is to be a liberal lord.

"These eight careers form the basis of what the trial participants can pick. Oh, right. I have no clue how things are with the foreign races, but it's probably not that different from us.

"The Deep Sea World was very peaceful during the first ten days of the trial. Since it's just a trial, and people can quit any time they want, everyone was just carrying out their tasks peacefully. There weren't many conflicts.

"However, the world environment started changing ten days later."

Han Bi gritted his teeth as he smacked the wooden plank beside him. He seemed furious at the fact that he had been eliminated!

"Yes, it's because of Xing Daorong, this General you've seen who already has over eight million points!

"He's the one who suddenly unleashed several million slaves and disrupted the peace. They're the fiercest pirates on the seas, and they're like bone-scraping, marrow-sucking locusts.

"What's even more outrageous is that the ships they sail are the navy's most advanced military ships.

"God knows where they got their military ships from, but Xing Daorong's ships had already begun their second round of upgrades before I was eliminated. Moreover, he already has control over 20 million slaves and has formed a conquest fleet of 25 military ships."

The expression on Han Bi's face faltered slightly when he mentioned the military ships.

Everyone watching could tell from the look on his face that he had no idea how someone could assemble such a large fleet in so few days.

"They have repeating firearms, a well-established complete ammunition supply chain, and explosive packs.

"Moreover, his slaves are like Crazy Ivans. They'll launch suicide attacks at your ships and sink them at once the minute you're face-to-face with them. There's no opportunity for you to engage in combat at all.

"Not surprisingly, when this time rolls around tomorrow, it'll be the 90th day in the group ruins, and Xing Daorong will have overtaken the world!"

Whoosh!

The comments screen had been going wild just minutes ago, but when Han Bi finished his last sentence, it seemed to have frozen everyone's brain briefly because the comment speed decreased significantly enough it was noticeable to the eye.

Subsequently, Garfield grinned broadly when he saw the audience numbers in the live broadcast surge up and increase from 27 billion to 30 billion.

He had already begun frenziedly planning how to use the air-drop treasure chests to their maximum potential.

Would getting a Level 5 title present a huge problem?

After all, he was staying put, not going to fight at sea. Moreover, this title would not bestow any benefits on land, so it would not be useful at all.

However, while he was still chuckling inwardly, the audience numbers in the live broadcast stream suddenly decreased sharply. Almost half of the audience left, and the numbers dropped down to 14 billion.

Furthermore, in just ten seconds, the stream's popularity looked like it was going on a roller coaster ride as it struggled to maintain an audience of even one billion.

Had something happened in the wasteland?

The thought had just flashed through Garfield's mind when a bolt of lightning flashed between heaven and earth.

Right after that, a thundering boom like a god doling out punishment seemed to explode right beside his ears, causing his scalp to prickle instantly.

This was exactly like the previous precursor to the world being destroyed, and Garfield could no longer keep calm. He hurriedly stopped the live stream before opening the wooden door and dashing outside.

However, what happened next would forever remain ingrained in his mind.

Outside was a mountain!

A tall mountain formed from black seawater!

Even the Mulanje Mountains seemed to be struggling to resist this "sea mountain".

At the same time, a bright red warning light began flashing on the game panel as well!

The prompt announced that the tsunami disaster—which should have happened 70 days later—would be happening earlier for whatever reason, and its power would increase by…

25%!

"This… This is…"

When Garfield sensed alarm bells ringing in his mind, urging him to escape, he was so frantic that he took one step backward before dropping to the ground and sitting asprawl.

However, for some unknown reason, at this split second of life and death, he was not thinking of ways to escape.

Instead, he was thinking of the manual he had gotten three days earlier after looting a foreign race ship.

That manual contained instructions on how to gain a title, and how to upgrade it through trickery!

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Chapter 377: Siblings Meet At Last, King of the Deep Sea World!

"Lord…"

"I already said not to call me lord, call me commander!"

In a small but luxuriously decorated study room.

A tall murloc roughly 1.6 meters tall and dressed in armor knelt on one knee.

His eyes were full of perseverance. There were scars of various sizes left on his face from the wars he fought.

Judging from his temperament, he should be a brave and skillful warrior. However, after hearing the voice that traveled over from the desk, it was obvious that…

He shuddered!

"Yes, commander! As you wish!"

"What's the matter? Go ahead and tell me!"

After he heard that the man at the desk was not angry, the murloc warrior finally stopped trembling. However, he still did not dare to raise his head and continued to respond respectfully.

"Commander, our ninth formation has successfully taken over Great Imperial Capital, while the fourth formation has also taken over Heavenly Seas Metropolis. That includes the thirteenth formation that has reconvened in Kyamaja Island.

"Now the majority of the scattered guards have already retreated to the back of Zhadu Strait, with most of them assembled at both Nattler Bay and Zyfigas Fishing Port.

"The enemies of the church have also given up their positions and retreated to Daya Archipelago."

"Do you want to continue advancing? We could push their front lines back, take down their material distribution points, and eliminate them in one move!"

Zhadu Strait was located at the bottom right of the Deep Sea World map. After crossing this strait—passing through several bays and Daya Archipelago—it would finally be connected to land.

Being able to force the people who had been living in the deep sea for generations to this point was an indicator that this war was coming to an end.

The murloc warrior was afraid because he knew. He knew that from the beginning of this war until the moment that it was about to end, it merely lasted…

Sixty-three days!

The reason why it was able to operate so fast was not that the fleets that went on expeditions were fearless, nor was it due to how cooperative the people down below were. Neither was it because of the various legendary individuals who joined in the war halfway.

The main reason was still…

The commander!

"This isn't urgent. How far is the person that I asked you to pick up from the metropolis?"

The murloc warrior was slightly surprised when he heard the commander's words, but he reacted promptly and said with respect, "Commander, the person you're looking for has already boarded the returning ship three days ago. If all goes well, he'll arrive at the metropolis latest by this afternoon!"

"Good! When this is over, I'll award you for your great service!"

The murloc warrior did not immediately raise his head. He continued to respond in utmost respect even when he heard the sounds of footsteps in front of him and felt a pair of big warm hands on his shoulders.

However, the owner of those hands lifted his head forcibly and a happy face appeared in his line of sight.

This person was Su Mo!

"Okay, Fish One, for our upcoming attacks, try not to start our final battle before our Academy of Sciences manages to innovate their technology.

"Right now, they still have the last food production harbor, so don't rush to attack. Find a way to destroy it with bombs and let them fall into starvation.

"When the time comes, I'll join the fight personally!"

Fish One quivered and there was a hint of joy on his face as he heard the words "join the fight personally".

"Now go and pass on my order. I'll be receiving honorable guests who are arriving soon, so bring me all the delicious food and wine that we've gathered recently!

"Also, from now on the metropolis under our control will have a feast lasting three days and all consumption will be discounted by 20%! I want everyone to celebrate with me!"

"Yes, commander!"

Fish One finally relaxed himself and grinned broadly when he realized Su Mo was in a good mood.

Then, under Su Mo's instruction, Fish One respectfully retreated and left the very stylish study room.

"These two months have not been easy. I can finally see my little sister!"

He closed the door as he watched Fine One's figure disappear into a corner of the courtyard. Su Mo stretched his back, returned to the chair in front of the table, and sat down comfortably.

At the upper right corner of Su Mo's line of sight, at this moment on the leaderboard, the points that trailed behind General Xing Daorong's name had risen to nearly ten million.

Xing Daorong's identity has also gone through earth-shattering changes—the King of Deep Sea World; the God of the Ocean's embodiment; legendary captain; legendary thane; the creator of the epic battle; captain of the rebels; he was richer than an entire nation, and was on the Ten Stars wanted list.

He had seven identities. However, if any one of them were to be taken and given to those at the end of the leaderboard—those who only had ten million points at most—it would be enough for them to turn over a new leaf and become an upstart in the Deep Sea World.

"The commander's decree, find out how many permissions from Poseidon do I currently have."

[Dear Ocean Commander Su Mo, the number of permissions you can currently use is: 4(medium), 2(small)]

"Huh? Doesn't winning battles award big permissions anymore?"

"What a shame. if I knew earlier, I would've pushed ahead later.."

He waved his hand to hide the interface.

Su Mo seemed to complain as he saw the schedule table displayed on the table, but he had a smile on his face.

Everything was faster than he expected. In only sixty-three days, the vast territory of the Deep Sea World was already in the bag.

Although he exploited so many bugs that they flew all over the place while shamelessly using Poseidon's permission, this sense of achievement that arose from his constant victories felt…

Extremely satisfactory!

Since becoming a free thane, the commander's decree would grant him a certain degree of permission from Poseidon after every battle, starting from the first war that involved 2000 people.

It was exactly because of these permissions which allowed Su Mo to develop a huge foundation from scratch in merely sixty days, and transit fleets of ships directly to all parts of the Deep Sea World.

Using permission was the default of the game.

Therefore, while Su Mo used it recklessly, his enemies also suffered miserably.

He put away the thoughts in his head and tidied the table. He placed all the documents into a cabinet and locked them up. Then, Su Mo got up, strode towards the door to open it, and walked out.

In terms of space, the courtyard was not very big.

However, in terms of luxury, whether it was the pearls that could be found everywhere or the magical corals with varied colors, it had illustrated how extraordinary the owner's identity was.

He walked out of the study room and went straight, passing through a small garden. As he turned around at the corner, he had a moment of epiphany.

In here, there was an open-air hot spring that was flooded with steaming hot air.

At the end of the hot spring, the vast sea stretched over an endless horizon!

"Shrimp soldier, go and bring me a new set of clothes, I have to meet some important individuals today!"

"Yes, commander!"

He watched as the shrimp soldier that stood guard at the entrance of the hot spring left, quickly took off his clothes, and happily jumped into the hot spring.

After a long while, the hot spring relieved his body of exhaustion. After he changed into the new clothes the shrimp soldiers brought, Su Mo quickly walked to the kitchen and prepared food with the cook.

Two months of hard work were spent at the wasteland, and another two months were spent fighting in various places in the Deep Sea World.

In total, he had been separated from his sister for four months.

If this time had occurred on Earth, it would not be as bad as they would have only spent the equivalent of one school semester not seeing each other.

However, in an environment where danger lurked every day, Su Mo's mind was occupied by Su Chan's energetic figure as he absent-mindedly made the meal.

"Commander, you should go rest, we can handle this!"

The cook noticed that Su Mo was lost in his thoughts—he threw away the delicious turbot fish meat and placed the unseasoned head into the pot. The cook next to him was concerned as she noticed Su Mo's unusual behavior and kindly stepped forward to check on him.

"No… it's okay, I can do this…"

After the cook "woke him up", Su Mo smiled embarrassingly. Just as he was about to explain himself, he noticed the figure of the crab guardian appearing of the corner of his eye.

At this time, there would only be one reason why the crab had come!

At this moment, Su Mo did not care to explain anymore, he straight away chucked the casserole pot in his hands aside. Before the crab could come forward, Su Mo grabbed onto the crab guardian's hug claws and hurriedly asked, "Is she here?"

"Capt— she's here!"

Just like carbonated drinks meeting Mentos, a happy sweetness burst out the moment they touched!

Very well!

It was an affirmative sentence!

Su Mo left behind the crab guardian, who was walking horizontally, before striding forward at a fast pace. He no longer cared about maintaining a dignified appearance as the commander and went straight toward the door.

From the kitchen to the front door, he needed to pass through three gardens.

Su Mo was proud that he came up with this design, but at this moment, he wished that he could tear down the gardens.

Fortunately, as he strode through the second garden and turned the corner, Su Mo finally saw the figure that invaded his mind day and night as she stood in front of a blooming Seasoul Flower.

"Su Chan!"

"Hey! Big Brother! Over here!"

Su Chan jumped in shock when she heard Su Mo's roaring shout, but when she got back to her senses, she beamed out a surprised smile that blossomed like the Seasoul Flower!

She stood up gently, the flower buds beside her shook gently as if they were cheering for this moment.

In the next second, she flew into the air!

Su Mo sent her into the air and hugged her!

"Why are you so slow? You should have come sooner when you saw your big brother on the leaderboard!

"If you were any slower, I would've destroyed the whole Deep Sea World!"

She seemed to sense the tension in Su Mo's words.

Being held in midair by Su Mo, Su Chan gently shook her head and said nothing. Instead, she just increased the grip of her hug by another level.

Su Mo felt her strength without fail.

This was the connection between bloodlines. It was the connection that traversed two civilizations; not even the endless space could put distance between them.

As though a big brother who hurried back after a huge earthquake, just to see his little sister who was living well and safe at home.

No words or verbal expressions could describe his excitement.

At this moment, silence was the best description.

After hugging each other for four to five minutes straight, Su Chan finally broke out of Su Mo's embrace.

She followed with a sentence that instantly changed Su Mo's expression.

"Big Brother, there's an incident at the wasteland, and it's not a small matter!"

"Oh? What happened!"

"I have an ability to talk to animals, and I can create a soul contract with them to a certain extent.

"Previously on Tunder One, not only did I contract with a lot of animals on board, I also contracted with quite a few Treasure Fish."

"Yet, since yesterday, all of the Treasure Fish broke our contract almost simultaneously.. Other animals on the ship started to show signs of breaking off our contract too!"

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Chapter 378: Even The Wind and Waves Help Me, the Invincible Hope One!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the short span of sixty days in the Deep Sea World, Su Mo had now become king—he was the Ambassador of the God of the Ocean. He had become the world's renowned Ironblood Commander.

However, only Su Mo himself knew that deep within, this trial was essentially a large… real-life simulation strategy game!

With the strength of permission from Poseidon, his fleet could launch a surprise raid on the enemy's home base, giving them a thunderous blow to their core.

Even with Ten Stars' wanted worth, any governmental organization would have now retreated behind Zhadu Strait.

It would not be easy to stop the five elite naval warships carrying enormous amounts of precious materials that showed up daily near White Sand Island.

Through the wars with the twenty thousand troops from foreign races, all the technology gathered had allowed them to build a basic construction blueprint.

Su Mo had not yet experimented on the wasteland, rather he risked everything to achieve all he could in this world.

Nevertheless, until now, Su Mo still could not dare to forget where his roots were…

Wasteland World!

Sitting in the study, Su Mo stared at the desk until he plunged into deep thought. A sense of heroism exuded through the tip of his eyebrows.

Su Chan did not dare make a peep, but her gaze was filled with admiration!

Following the way back on the ship, she had heard gossip about Su Mo in his current state. Her heart had originally grown a trace of unfamiliarity with the man she thought she knew.

Still, after a hug that lasted a few minutes, that sense of unfamiliarity immediately reverted to the affection she reserved for her "Big Brother".

"When Lu Yongyi was leaving, he had the animals stay in their original positions in the Tundra Shelter using large wooden rafts at his disposal. He even left behind some food, along with securing the route behind the line using soul monitoring. That's a good move."

"Through helping Tundra One's treasure fishes, they would've spread out on their own after you left. The soul monitoring chain would only break if they meet some life-threatening danger ahead.

"However, by now, letting all these fish disperse along with the creatures on the rear had the chain break and reform at the same time. By the looks of it, a disaster's coming!

"Only by engulfing the entire wasteland in its calamity, would it have been able to affect the plethora of creatures across the landmass!"

He steadily knocked on the smooth resin surface of the desk, looking at the summarised messages of the paper. After an initial bout of panic, he finally calmed down; somewhat.

Right then, there were some creatures that had not broken their chain. That meant that the origin of this disaster was unknown.

In the beginning stages, Tundra One had some form of self-defense. It would not capsize upon trouble as it would now.

Even so, Tundra One still sailed perfectly on the high seas. Never mind Hope One that would be naturally several times stronger than a wooden battleship like Tundra One. There should not be any problems.

The situation would prove not to have reached its nadir!

"Is it a disaster? But the tsunami disaster is still 70 days away…"

"No, that is merely the semblance of disaster, the real method of containing it is unbelievably complex. You just need to know that the disaster wouldn't necessarily come at the intended time—it could come fast, or it could come slow. If we keep resorting to the routine mindset of surviving in the Wasteland, it would take only minutes for us to be tricked like idiots!"

Seeing the naive air upon Su Chan's face, he decided against confiding in her the relationship between the games and disasters in the Wasteland.

With another breath, the conversation moved on to something different. Su Mo kept saying, "Taking the speed to which the chain broke and the breadth of the area affected into consideration, this disaster is sure to happen on the seas. Seeing that even the underwater realm will be affected, there's a high chance that it's referring to the tsunami that will occur in 70 days.

"Just like how Big Brother changed the course of the third disaster into a welfare disaster, Wasteland now appears to be facing the same dilemma as before!"

"Doesn't that mean that… everyone's going to drown?"

Su Mo sighed. "In theory, this tsunami should last for seven days continuously and its power will reach its apex on the seventh day. Based on the motion of the sea surface and the winds above the first few days, however, the normal raft survivors should still be able to sustain themselves then. Not even Tundra One could withstand the waves of the tsunami, especially on the final few days!

"Actually no, I'm a hundred percent certain that on the last day of the tsunami disaster, Tundra One won't be able to withstand its imminent destruction.

"On the eve of real calamity, there's no difference between humans who are a few months old and a hive of puny ants. All will face their end!"

…

"Groups Four, Five, Six, and Seven, quickly bring forth the dry bags!

"There will be a half-hour long interval between every wave of the tsunami, this is the golden time for any rescue.

"All of you are specially trained militia from the shelter. You're our physical pillar. I need four groups to plug up the leaks within twenty minutes. Once time is up, no matter where you are, you must retreat here at all costs, your life is at stake!

"Groups One, Two, and Three, clear out the miscellaneous cargo in the storage space immediately. Your task is simple—bring all material possessions from the storage units below here and pile them up on the spots where the other groups took the dry bags from.

"Group Eight, you must constantly monitor the sea level. If there's any sign of danger from the readings, report to me at once.

"Group Nine, you have the same task as the first three groups. Go empty the storage space, I need you to use that space to store the treasure fishes washed up by the waves!

"Group Ten, supervise the global chatroom to see if there are any new disaster warnings!

"Right now, there are still three minutes and twenty-two seconds until the first wave of the tsunami. All of you, prepare for the worst!"

Standing atop Iron Rock Mountain's viewing deck, Chen Shen held two trumpets in his own hands—the kind used for selling fresh produce in the market. He maddeningly screamed about.

His voice was exceptionally loud and clear!

Still, under the drizzling rain, there was even lightning sliding across the pitch-black night sky…

Any voice would have been too soft!

Boom!

Boom! Bang!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang! Bang!

Waves upon waves of the tsunami came and went, mercilessly knocking on the body of the mountain. The immense noise could nearly blow apart someone's eardrums.

With every frightful hit, an unsettling sense of horror flashed across the faces of those villagers stranded in place, ready to act.

In the era of civilization on Earth, for Huaxians, something like a tsunami would be rarer than rare.

Even for those who lived in coastal cities, from the moment they were born until they faced death, anything like this would have only happened on television screens, or merely be seen in news or media outlets.

If one really wanted to trace back the history of such natural disasters, stopping before transmigration, the last time a tsunami came was in…

The year 1923!

Of course, the current tsunami would differ greatly from those instigated by earthquakes on Earth. It lacked that key lethality and power emanating from the ground to be familiar.

Even with that, with every surge and strike of inexplicable power, the exhilaration brought forth within every Huaxian's senses was still pulse-pounding.

"Only fifteen seconds left, brace yourselves!"

"Report!"

"Speak!"

"If we can be trapped like this at Iron Rock Mountain, then the Shelter Leader might…"

"Silence, Liu Shuiquan! Keep your thoughts to yourself! Even if you, me, and everyone dies today, the Shelter Leader will be fine!"

"Hope One is Wasteland's strongest battleship! Hope One will never die! The Leader will never die!

"Hope One is indestructible!

"Remember my words—indestructible!

"It's time people, move!"

…

Vroom vroom! Vroom vroom whoosh!

"It's flipping! It's flipping! Don't rush me, let me think!

"The fourth line of page 38 of Chief Mate's Manual says that when facing large waves at sea, and the ship is slanting to an angle greater than 25 degrees, we need…

"Everyone, Connie, Connie!

"Let all foreign races head to the main deck below instantly. With bigger waves, we have to close off any possible areas of water leakage. Enter emergency hedging maneuver, fast!"

Under the night sky, the sea that Hope One was cruising on had become likened to a trampoline.

Just like the noodles made by a Lanzhou ramen master, the sea surface was spurred on by a mystical force, endlessly thrashing from top to bottom. Hope One could only hopelessly be swept along for the ride, rising and sinking at its will.

Compared to the coastal Hope Village, Hope One finally ventured into deep waters a week after it set sail.

On Earth, tsunami waves were hundreds of kilometers long, whilst vessels could only sail at most dozens of kilometers every hour. Therefore, in the deep-sea, one could not even feel the wave if they tried.

In comparison with how tsunamis played out in movies, any wave could only soar as high as a mere meter in the deepest parts of the ocean, even at its worst like the 04′ Indian Ocean Tsunami.

With just a little weight, passing through waves of this height was just like drinking or eating—not worth a mention!

On the other hand, it was now a different story on Wasteland!

Due to that mysterious force pulling up the sea level, you could still really feel the waves even in the deep sea.

Every area had a different height for its waves. This fact decreed that no matter what place one's in or whatever ship is on its voyage, one would still have to completely endure the tsunami from its lowest to its highest.

Even when Hope One was on its way, now and then a few waves of thirty-something meters in height would suddenly rise from the surface and blast onto the ship.

It was just like the time Su Mo used the Sea Wave Horn to conjure that sea mountain—when these kinds of tsunami waves reached a certain height, its inherent power would dissipate in an instant and the wave would sprinkle upon the surface of the ocean.

The external impact that hit Hope One would not cause any damage despite ringing out thunderous claps as it crashed onto the ship.

When hitting wooden ships of middling strength, however, it would be a frightening and chilling disaster!

After a while, all the foreign races obediently got out the main deck and settled upon their place. Moore swiftly rushed out to shut the cockpit's door and deadlocked it.

On the sea surface, just like the content of Chen Shen's insane yelling, it would seem that Hope One was invincible in some aspects.

At an unseen angle, however, a hole had been breached at the front of Hope One. Streams of blueish luster lit up, and so the entry of those lucky enough to breach the rough and rowdy waves was logged into the manual in a bout of inspiration.

An invisible force had straddled onto the bottom of the ship. No matter what the elevation of the ocean surface was, it would still not change how scarily fast Hope One could be once it picked up in speed.

With its 35 knots cruising speed and the 18% boost for this ship, in particular, Hope One's speed had reached a staggering 41 knots!

At the 45 knots maximum cruising speed, Hope One could even reach 53 knots!

What was this logic?

Under these sea conditions, Hope One's maximum cruising speed could already maintain a steady 100 kilometers per hour.

The fish in the ocean would only see a fierce beast moving at lightning speed, gliding across the sea surface as it head into the unknown.

All the turmoil on the ocean surface would seem nonexistent with this beast on the move.

As the saying went, "the deeper one goes, the greater the waves, the grander the entries of those who breach said waves."

Just under a day, this beast could venture onward for a distance of roughly 2700 kilometers!

Through Su Mo's eyes, the seemingly out-of-reach journey stretching over tens of thousands of kilometers would finally, through the current cruising speed, only take…

Four days!

Chapter 379: Kneel, Kneel Before My Gun!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Big Brother, must we leave? Maybe we could drag it out here in the Deep Sea World. If the seven days of disaster pass by, we'll be safe when we return!"

In the Deep Sea World.

Day sixty-five, nine-thirty in the morning.

After having their last "sumptuous" meal, Su Chan watched Su Mo stand up. She contemplated but could not hold back the words that were stuck in her throat.

Yesterday, having watched Su Mo continuously issue out almost hundreds of commands, Su Chan could guess Su Mo's intentions with her bright mind.

Su Mo wanted to return to the wasteland where the disaster was ravaging.

Even Su Chan knew that this was all for…herself!

Compared to the terrifying wasteland, the Deep Sea World was no ordeal; Rather, it was a haven to relax and indulge in.

Here, the mansion offered a spa for people to bathe and loosen up.

Here, hundreds of loyal shrimp soldiers and crab guardians ensured that their everyday needs were met.

Here, they were in abundance of delicious food, and they could eat to their hearts' content.

Here, Su Mo was King of the Deep Sea World. At his single command, billions of sea creatures would bow down and obey him.

If they returned to the wasteland, Su Mo would still be regarded by all as the Almighty Su, but Su Chan knew that it would still be different from being in the Deep Sea World.

The wasteland did not have…

Room for errors!

One mistake meant death. Not overcoming the tsunami would mean an eternal slumber in the depths of the sea.

Yesterday, the siblings slept in the same room.

From the moment they descended onto the wastelands; their first bucket of gold from the chameleon; the time when they activated Magoo's shelter mistakenly until the beginning of their love-hate relationship with the kobold and the lion people—

From killing a person for the first time to slaying gods; from sowing for the first time to a bountiful harvest—

Other than accrediting the assistance brought by the system to the nature of the game and his luck, Su Mo did not leave out any little details as he continued to retell the stories.

Su Mo said plenty—sometimes he resembled an old nagging mother; other times, he was like a child eager for his family's praise. He spoke until the faint night broke into the first light of dawn.

However, the tales of the Almighty Su stopped at the part where the villagers of Hope Village moved to Iron Rock Mountain.

Su Chan listened the entire night as Su Mo told the stories of his life.

When the stories reached the part full of perilous dangers, she would exclaim worriedly and shudder into her blankets.

When the stories were about yields and rewards, she would be like a joyous bee, seemingly buzzing in approval.

After listening to these tales from day to night, Su Chan had but confirmed one matter in her mind…

The pressure her big brother shouldered was enormous.

"Hahaha, stop dreaming. Seven days elsewhere is close to a thousand years in the Deep Sea World. This fabricated world can never withstand such a prolonged simulation.

"Also, stop overthinking. I'm not returning soon. I'll only leave after I clear up every single enemy here in the Deep Sea World.

"In the meantime, you can just stay here. Stay until you can't stay anymore. Perhaps when you leave the Deep Sea World, my boat will be there waiting to fetch you!"

He lovingly stroked Su Chan's head. Su Mo's words were spoken with unwavering confidence.

These were not words Su Mo told to comfort himself either.

Before receiving the formidable data, the tsunami was never Hope One's rival, but rather an existence that would give Hope One a helping hand.

After calculating that it would take another four to five days before reaching Tundra One, Su Mo was adamant about returning.

Before that, Su Mo intended to rid this realm of all the remaining scum and retrieve the ultimate prize in the Deep Sea World. This would be the last flutter, in this realm, of the butterfly named Su Mo.

Su Mo comforted and coaxed Su Chan for a while. After making a few promises, Su Mo turned and left.

Familial love was such a peculiar thing.

The absence of it would become a driving force that propelled and emboldened you throughout your journey.

Yet, the presence of it ignited a different power—one that could infuse you with vigor and energy.

There was a catch, however—you must not drown in it first.

Su Mo had broken free of this because he knew that their meetups would simply be a mirage. It was as fleeting as the reflection of the moon in the water.

The wasteland was the real home ground!

In the following days, Su Mo entered a state of busyness.

People were allowed to bring in items to the wasteland. Similarly, after inquiring about the commander's decree in this world, Su Mo obtained permission to bring and store items in his storage space, and eventually, retrieve them in the end.

Naturally, the items that he wanted to bring out could not be above the grade of being rare.

Su Chan, however, had never intended to bring along these items that the commander's decree had deemed important in the first place.

Marching down the mountains, Su Mo headed toward his first stop—an agricultural science academy that lay in the shadow of a towering structure on White Sand Island.

This academy gathered more than sixty percent of all agricultural masters in the entirety of the Deep Sea World. Their mission was simple—gather and cultivate various seeds of exceptional qualities.

Su Mo deliberately selected and carried seeds of modified wheat, rice potato, pumpkin, cabbage, water cabbage, carrot, cotton, peanut… and hundreds of other plants.

Next, Su Mo visited the side building and took away some seeds of watermelon, muskmelon, peach, mango, grapes, apples…and scores of other fruits.

As to the crops that could only yield in specific environments, Su Mo did not give up on these but took a few along with him.

The total of these seeds would only consume no more than a third of his storage space that he emptied.

After pocketing the seeds, Su Mo picked up his pace. Soon, he arrived in front of a cluster of buildings that spanned considerably across the area.

This place was the key to Su Mo's plan to expedite the onset of the industrial revolution. It was also the only place in the entire Deep Sea World that he deemed important.

Looking at the names of three Academies of Science that he wrote himself, Su Mo perked up his chest and walked in.

Su Mo lingered for a while. The remainder of his storage space was starting to be filled with documents of all sorts as well as the development and maintenance manual. Satisfied with his haul, he decided to end his trip there.

These documents recorded the complete ways to activate approximately seven percent of the basic technology tree—

Do not belittle this seven percent!

It should be taken into consideration that this was equivalent to the hundreds of years of advancement in Science on Earth.

Even though these technologies were already developed on Earth, this knowledge was high in demand in the underdeveloped wasteland.

With this information, there should be no difficulty in constructing Hope Village Version 2.0 in the New World.

When the time came, every villager could afford to use electricity, drink mineral water, and live in a clean village. They would enjoy a life filled with the convenience of a modern town.

The weapon chain of the technology tree that they were lacking could finally be compensated for. Research could be made to push for the swift advancement of the weaponry technology tree.

This was all part of Su Mo's true master plan that he had conceived in the past sixty days.

Even though he had not been able to find out who or what was the true opponent of this world war, he was satisfied after he organized all the items in the inventory.

Day sixty-six.

Amidst all expectations from the billions of ocean life within the Deep Sea World, the unrivaled king of the Deep Sea World, Ambassador of the God of the Ocean, Ironblood Commander declared his war plan.

The war maniac exclaimed his desire to vanquish all his enemies within 20 days. His listeners did not dare to suggest otherwise nor question him.

Even his enemies, the Church who controlled the Deep Sea World for eons, were hastily making immediate war preparations.

In the absence of the God of the Ocean, the Church's high priests could only mobilize their small permission from the God of the Ocean once a week, and obtain a medium permission once a month.

Once every year, they could use a big permission that had unlimited power.

Now, they had no permissions left, but Su Mo still had four medium and two small ones stored within his inventory!

Day sixty-seven.

The fleet belonging to Su Mo departed from White Sand Island, bringing along all the weapons of war. They left the place that was fated to be written in history books as the place where it all originated.

Day seventy-one.

Su Mo did not hold back and used a small permission to speed up his naval fleet. The twenty top-tier naval ships carrying a hundred thousand troops all arrived at the frontline of the battlefield.

Day seventy-four.

Another small and medium permission was used. The might of all Su Mo's naval fleet had arrived in position.

In total, he had 1.6 million soldiers. The might of his ships was numbered as such: 105 top tier ships, 220 medium tier ships, and nearly thousands of basic ships with various utilities.

The number of army forces and ships gathered was staggering. Had this been in the Middle Ages on Earth, the preparations alone would have been numbered in years.

Using the permissions was even better than using cheats. With the power of the permissions, even fighting the high priests of the Church was feasible.

Day seventy-seven.

Ten days had passed since Su Mo declared his war intent, which was to defeat the rebel army in twenty days. The first battle of the war finally began.

However, the first battle was not an upfront assault from Su Mo's forces, but rather an ambush from the Church of The God of Ocean.

On the vast sea, the Church of the God of the Ocean mobilized eighty thousand men and thirty ships that stealthily made their way through the waters.

In the middle of the night, the two forces clashed as the sound of war rumbled on. They fought for nearly ten hours before a conclusive victory was finally achieved.

The entirety of the ambush squad had been obliterated. Su Mo, on the other hand, suffered great losses too.

Nevertheless, it was not a great deal. Su Mo used two more medium permissions to revive ninety-five percent of his fallen expeditionary army. All his ships were also instantaneously restored to their original state.

The sight of this miraculous action was accompanied by the roaring cheers from millions of soldiers from his expeditionary army.

The enemy was completely devastated.

They knew that if they died, they would stay dead.

The enemy, however, could revive themselves. How were they supposed to contest with that?

Day seventy-nine.

After a day of repairs, the battle resumed.

This time, the expeditionary army launched their attacks first under Su Mo's command.

Nobody could have foreseen the mighty Guardians of the God of the Ocean, who oppressed the Deep Sea World for thousands of years, would be the ones who slew countless vicious rebels.

Under the expeditionary army's fully-automated firepower, they managed to conquer the natural moat of Zhadu Strait within half a day.

Zyfigas Fishing Port that was used to gather goods could not escape the fury of the war either.

The explosions and sparks of the war could be seen hundreds of miles away. The logistics team of the Church of the God of the Ocean had concurred with their defeat.

This battle had only lasted for three days but Su Mo could already smell victory in the air.

Day eighty.

Zhadu Strait had been completely captured. All the Guardians of the God of the Ocean and the members of the church had retreated to the Daya Archipelagos for their final stand.

Yet, it never crossed their mind that several members of the church had been planted with seeds of rebellion and stirred an uprising. This was all nonetheless orchestrated by Su Mo.

Day eighty-two.

Fifteen days had passed since the first war cry. All the Guardians of the God of the Ocean had been wiped out. The dead perished quickly and simply.

Their comrades poisoned their dinner and sent them on an easy death.

Day eighty-four.

The expeditionary army had surrounded the Daya Archipelago. What was left of the Church of the God of the Ocean was now trapped like a bear in a well.

Every detail of the battle was broadcasted through the magical Transmission Conch—a magical creature that allowed all ocean life to follow and observe the battle. They would realize that the end was near despite the battle having only ensued for seventeen days.

The expeditionary army had only suffered a loss of no more than a hundred thousand soldiers before successfully unifying the entire Deep Sea World.

Now, everyone started sharing the news with everyone else while countless rejoiced amidst tears of joy.

Their minds were finally liberated from the shackles of the God of the Ocean. The days of exorbitant taxes from the church were now gone and never to return.

Under the helm of this new commander, they would embark on a new era!

Day eighty-seven.

It was the last day of the twenty days that the war expert promised to defeat all his enemies. In all major cities within the Deep Sea World, a formless curtain of light shone through brilliantly.

This ethereal scene was the aftereffects of Su Mo's final use of a medium permission of the God of the Ocean.

The purpose of the light was simply to broadcast images.

When the images in the light became clear, every creature in the Deep Sea World was shocked!

In the images appeared, there was the person that would only show his face once a year—the man who would perform godly miracles—the high priest, Aaron.

Currently, the high priest resembled that of a dying dog. He was firmly apprehended by four inhumanly strong murlocs.

In the far corner of the images, waves were beating onto the shore. Behind laid the great plains that spread out into the horizon.

This was the dry land where the Deep Sea World met with the terrestrial world.

The high priest tried to escape. Unfortunately…

He was captured!

"Commander, Commander. You can take everything I have. Just spare me and you can have it all!"

Aaron, the high priest, was clad in a luxurious golden robe. On his head, he wore a golden crown embedded with precious stones and gems of the sea. He was trembling as he begged and cried for mercy.

Noticing Su Mo's ignorance, Aaron beckoned the murlocs to release him. He took two steps forward, took off his crown, took off his golden robe, and laid everything down.

From his embrace, he even took out the scepter that symbolized the rituals of the God of the Ocean. Then, he placed it next to his crown with a pious composure tinged with fear.

The person who possessed the God of the Ocean's Scepter would be able to obtain the permissions that were granted on time.

If he was willing to surrender his scepter, that could only mean that he had submitted his soul and body in utter defeat.

With a lowered head, the high priest began ransacking his mind for any sort of leverage that could save him. He would take out anything that would persuade this legendary Ironblood Commander to spare him. However, these words sounded into his ear before he could think of any, "Kneel before my gun!"

"Kneel!

"Kneel before my gun!"

Boom!

Like a crack of thunder, the gunfire boomed against his ear. The God of the Ocean's Scepter was split into two by the gunfire and lost its godly radiance.

High Priest Aaron raised his head in disbelief.

His eyes met the gaze of the ruthless and bloodthirsty warrior through the solid black armor. His knees trembled and he collapsed in spite of himself onto his weakened knees.

Day eighty-nine.

News of High Priest Aaron's death spread throughout the entire Deep Sea World.

Interestingly enough, he did not perish at the hands of the commander that was now king of the Deep Sea World. Instead, he met his end at the hands of a land farmer.

After Su Mo released him, Aaron fled for his life for two whole days and was hungry.

With an ashen face, he stumbled upon a farmer's house and decided to steal some food from the farmer. Coincidentally, the farmer returned and caught him red-handed. The farmer thought he was some sort of a badger who was here to steal his crops and stabbed Aaron to death.

Day ninety.

A simple ascension ceremony was held on the ship.

Using the Transmission Conch, 248 basic laws and 108 production reward mechanisms were announced throughout the entire Deep Sea World.

The introduction of these laws and mechanisms saw people experiencing science for the first time. They witnessed the power of modern machinery and finally had a vision of their future lives.

It was on this day too, that the era of gods marked its end.

Now, the industrial revolution had begun!

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Chapter 380: No More Concealment, Time For A Showdown, I… Am Also A God!

[Exiting the group ruins… ]

[The player's current progress and points are being assessed for ranking rewards…]

[Congratulations to Ocean Commander Su Mo, you are ranked No. 1 in the group ruins this time. Points: 1280 million. Your title is promoted by default to Level 5: Ocean Admiral]

[Congratulations to Ocean Commander Su Mo, it is detected that you have successfully completed all levels, your bonus rewards have accumulated to the maximum limit, and cannot be increased any further.]

[Reward distribution is in progress…]

[Reward distribution is in progress…]

[In progress…]

…

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Once again, this was the dark space that had to be passed when returning from the ruins to the wasteland world.

Listening to the game's continuous repetitive broadcast of reward distributions, Su Mo raised his hand and waved at the void with a confused expression.

After more than 20 days clearing up the last of the Church of the God of the Ocean in the group ruins and starting the industrial revolution, Su Mo only had had a few words with his sister before hurriedly choosing to quit.

At present, the level's cumulative rewards had reached the 150th level. The reward item was an extremely rare three star resource card and a rare-quality blueprint.

If one included the title promotion, as well as the materials and seeds that were safely in the storage space, the group ruins this time had certainly delivered a windfall.

However, after listening to the sound of the game prompts for a full five minutes, Su Mo panicked!

"Shit, Hope One can't have run into trouble and sunk, right!

"Could it be that the game can't find my initial entry location point right now, and it's stuck?"

When this idea surfaced in his mind, Su Mo had a fright, but after thinking about it carefully, he immediately ruled out this possibility.

Currently, it was not that the game was unable to find the teleportation point—the game was stuck in the distribution of rewards.

"Could it be that this three star resource card and rare-quality blueprint should basically be unobtainable at this stage…

"So the game didn't prepare the rewards at all?

"This still doesn't make sense, a resource card and blueprint is nothing too difficult for the game anyways!

"That can't be; don't tell me I've encountered a bug in the system?"

After thinking about it, Su Mo attempted to invoke the system to ensure it was still escorting him. He then sprang into action rapidly instead of sitting there doing nothing.

The last few times, this space had not given Su Mo time to grope around and explore. Every time after the rewards had finished being issued, it would immediately pop back and vanish.

Yet this time, he heard the game notification sounds buzzing like mosquitoes in his ear.

It did not take very long for Su Mo to do an initial mapping out of the boundaries of this space.

The length and width of the space were roughly calculated according to stride, but the actual measurements were basically around 400 meters, neither very large nor very small.

Furthermore, as soon as he reached the boundaries, something like an air wall would appear.

Su Mo experimented by calling up the three-pointed two-edged sword in the storage space and attempting to strike the air wall several times with great force.

At first, the air wall felt firm and solid, but after three or five rebounds of the blade, it suddenly became a rubbery, somewhat tough substance.

Even if Su Mo struck with all his might, not much damage power remained after the fluctuating unloading force, and it was impossible to penetrate this thin membrane substance at all.

"It's weird—it feels hard at first, and then immediately becomes soft after taking some impact—what is this!

"If this substance could be mounted on shields or armor, though, it would be a first-class absorbent material."

He put away the three-pointed two-edged sword, then took out the machine gun and fired several dozen rounds. After ascertaining that his existing attack power did nothing whatsoever to this thin film, Su Mo immediately changed his way of thinking.

One by one, he took out the items in his storage space.

Countless seeds and materials flew out into the empty void of the space as if they were dancing in the sky, then flew back into the storage space again.

After a round of inspection, he discovered there was no problem with all the items brought out from the Deep Sea World.

The next second, some things that had originally been obtained from the wasteland world slowly began drifting out, from the most basic drinking water and military rations to all the small items of the same level.

In the end, Su Mo even took out the Mountain and Sea Painting Scroll card.

"Hey, don't tell me the game is genuinely lagging? You can't keep me trapped here!"

Putting back the Mountain and Sea Painting Scroll card, while carefully recalling what he did in the group ruins, Su Mo continued to take out items mechanically.

However, just as he took out the Divulgence of Heaven's Secret from sheer habit and naturally wanted to put it back, a slight change finally occurred in the pitch-black space.

At this moment, this dark space that even the light of the system panel could not illuminate turned just a little brighter under the influence of the talisman.

The game prompts also stopped suddenly as if someone had strangled the sounds in its throat.

Swish…

Swoosh…

Swish…

A familiar, yet strange sound began to emerge in the entire space. Within a few seconds, it had become very audible.

"This… what is this?"

Su Mo glanced at the Divulgence of Heaven's Secret in his hand that wanted to fly up sans orders. He did not prevent it from doing so either and let it flutter around freely.

It was the same sound of the waves that could be heard every time he entered the talisman's simulation world to test Hope One.

This time in the pitch-black space, not only was the sound of the waves clearer but there was also a subtle sound like the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies, drifting beyond the waves.

Furthermore, as the Divulgence of Heaven's Secret floated up, the sounds of conversation masked behind the sound of the waves became louder, and a faint phantom image even appeared in the empty space.

This phantom image would certainly have been difficult to detect in broad daylight, but in the extremely dark space, it instantly caught Su Mo's eye.

"Are those two people walking and talking by the sea? No, wait, the person on the left is the one I saw in the Divulgence of Heaven's Secret!"

Although the two figures in the phantom image were very faint, Su Mo's excellent eyesight and observation skills instantly picked up on the old-fashioned pocket watch on the ankle of the person walking on the left.

After noticing this exclusive outfit previously, Su Mo had always kept it in mind.

For some reason, however, after seeing it again in this empty space, a mysterious premonition told Su Mo that if he could hear the conversation between the two clearly, the secrets that time had swallowed on the wasteland would truly be revealed!

Unfortunately, the sound of the waves was too loud, and they were not conversing in human language.

A series of complicated, incomprehensible syllables floated from their mouths and slowly drifted toward him…

"Wait a minute. Damn, how come I've overlooked one major thing all this while! Why can the native inhabitants of the Deep Sea World speak the Huaxian language!

"This isn't the game translating things; not only can they speak the Huaxian language, but they can even write in it!

"Back in the Fertile Soil Era, humans didn't have teleportation, so how could they know these things!"

While speculating about the language that the two mysterious characters were speaking in, the thought flashed through Su Mo's mind that perhaps everyone in the Fertile Soil Era used Huaxian language, and these two individuals were just anomalies.

In an instant, there arose the question of why these human beings and marine creatures in the Fertile Soil Era could speak the Huaxian language so fluently.

"Could it be that in that era, the game had already made its appearance?

"Or perhaps humans from a parallel Earth universe had already come to this world?"

Even though he could not hear the conversation between the two, a storm seemed to have been stirred up in Su Mo's brain as he rapidly considered all these anomalies.

For the other participating humans, there was nothing unusual about the group ruins this time.

However, now that he knew about the God of the Ocean, the Fertile Soil Era, the battle that year, and the true identity of the game, all of it was now too abnormal to Su Mo.

One after another, inexplicable logic chain errors slowly began emerging.

After nearly a hundred days of exploration, Su Mo had not been able to discover the root cause of the war that year, nor any traces of the so-called enemy.

Currently, however, if this chain of logic were to be followed any further…

Staring at the two mysterious figures floating in the air, Su Mo's eyes gleamed, and an extremely bold idea flashed into his mind.

An instant later, a light blue system panel appeared.

At a flicker from Su Mo's thoughts, thin green threads representing "appraisal attributes" flew out.

The target was…

The figure on the right!

Apart from being unable to analyze any dead creatures that he had not obtained, the system was extremely accurate in analyzing living creatures!

Even the Heavenly Dog Pseudo God could be "dissected" within the space of a few breaths and all its attributes analyzed.

Last time, in the void of the Divulgence of Heaven's Secret talisman world, Su Mo had tried to use the system to analyze the attributes of mysterious figures.

At that time, the system had not responded.

This time, however, when scanning the figure in the air on the right, the system's appraisal worked as it always had, and sent back two solid attribute panels in one go.

[Character A (Friendly)]

[Description: A living being with very good intentions toward you. Due to the current level of the system, the being's attributes cannot be viewed for now. Please try to upgrade the level of the system and scan again for the results.

[Ability: Unknown

[Evaluation: Young man, when you encounter a senior like this, aren't you going to hurry up and find some way of cheating them?

…

[God of the Ocean (Fertile Soil Era) (Neutral 12%)]

[Description: This is a phantom image left by the God of the Ocean during the Fertile Soil Era. His role is very simple. He is responsible for the behavioral assessment in the title promotion trial, as well as the final reward distribution.

[Ability] Unknown

[Evaluation]

[Option 1] Lying on the ground, arms wrapped around your stomach and shouting:

"I want to go home, I don't want to play anymore. Hurry up, you two effeminate old farts, and let me go back!".

Your reward will be reduced by 60%, and the two effeminate old farts' favor toward you will decrease by 100%. Correspondingly, however, you will be able to return to the wasteland immediately.

[Option 2] Display an expression of admiration, and sigh with wide eyes while applauding.

"Amazing, truly amazing—truly worthy of real gods. Listening to your words is just like listening to a long boring speech!"

Your reward will decrease by 30%, the two important beings' favor toward you will be reduced by 15%, and you will also be able to return to the wasteland immediately.

[Option 3] Make a pinching gesture with your finger, wearing an expression that displays boredom, mockery, and indifference while lamenting regretfully, "So unambitious; your worldview is just far too unambitious."

You will retain your reward, and the favor of the two important beings toward you will increase by 5%, but you will accept a test. If the test fails, your favor will be -100% and your reward will be -100%.

[Option 4] With a fervent expression, raise your clenched fist into the air shouting loudly, "The institutions in the Deep Sea World are rotten to the core. I have decided that from today onward, I will choose a path that I won't regret. I'm going to create my own institutions. I want to become a burning fire… a true reformer!"

Your reward will increase by 50%, and the favor of the two important beings toward you will increase by 20%. Similarly, you will also accept a time-sensitive quest. If you fail, your favor will be -500%, and you will permanently lose the Divulgence of Heaven's Secret.

[Option 5] Reveal your own status as the "God of Food". You will retain your reward, and you will gain a bonus of no less than 5000% of the reward. Your Level 4 title will directly be promoted to Level 9 Oracle of the God of the Ocean, and you will gain the full favor of the two important beings.

[Penalty] You need to follow the guidance of the Fertile Soil God of the Ocean to find the habitat of the Wasteland God of the Ocean as soon as possible, otherwise your probability of being discovered by the game will increase day by day, and you will permanently lose the Divulgence of Heaven's Secret, as well as the favor of all the gods.

The system was unable to give information about the mysterious man on the left, either because of his power or his level. All that popped up was that he was friendly.

However, for the figure on the right, extremely detailed information popped up from the system.

"Fertile Soil God of the Ocean? Five choices? Interesting!"

Su Mo stared at the five pieces of information delivered by the system's appraisal and rubbed the stubble on his chin. An enigmatic smile flickered over his face.

A second later, upon seeing that the two figures were still talking between themselves and had completely forgotten that there was someone below who was anxious to go back, Su Mo did not delay further and immediately chose to switch his identity.

In an instant, "Su Mo" disappeared.

Replacing him was…

The form that exuded perfection, power, and the authority to speak—the mighty Yang Jian!

Looking at the two important beings who were staring at him with shocked expressions because of his transformation into such a gorgeous form, Su Mo smiled lightly. His face bore a trace of ineffable indifference.

"No more concealment.. It's time for a showdown—I… am also a god!"

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