Sequence Ocean Survival: Awakening God-Tier Sequences at the Start

The Golden Triangle of Shanghai!

These five words were like a boulder crashing into Lu Sheng's heart.

A trading hub that gathers half of the survivors from the Shanghai waters?

"What are you going there for?" Lu Sheng asked instinctively.

Zhao Ze's smile vanished, and his expression turned serious.

He glanced out of the cabin and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Lu, have you noticed the changes in the seawater outside?"

Changes in the seawater?

Lu Sheng frowned slightly as he thought back carefully.

These past few days, he's either killing floating corpses or on his way to kill floating corpses; he really hasn't had any free time to observe the seawater.

"It's the sea level." Zhao Ze saw his confusion and slowly explained, "This change was first discovered by Ali. After each zombie horde, the sea level rises by at least half a meter."

boom!

It felt like a thunderclap exploded in Lu Sheng's mind!

Each zombie horde rises the height by about half a meter!

This is a huge amount of information!

He instantly realized another crucial point—the intervals between zombie horde outbreaks were shortening day by day!

From the initial ten days, to seven days, then to six days...

What does this shift in power mean?

This means that it won't be long, maybe two or three months, or even shorter, before all the exposed buildings on this sea will be completely submerged!

At that time, all the survivors will become rootless duckweed, with no place to catch their breath!

"So..." Lu Sheng's breathing became a little rapid, and a thought was about to emerge, "We went to the Golden Triangle near Shanghai to prepare for our journey to the West?"

"That's right." Zhao Ze glanced at Lu Sheng with admiration, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

This kid's mind works really fast.

"Our only way to survive now is to head west and reach those inland mountain ranges with altitudes of several thousand meters," Zhao Ze said in a heavy voice. "But we know nothing about the current shipping routes, and the diesel and supplies on board can't support such a long voyage."

"Therefore, our purpose in going to the Golden Triangle this time is very clear. First, to find a way to obtain a detailed map of China through barter. Second, to trade and stockpile as many key supplies needed for the long voyage as possible, especially fuel and medicine."

"Only by preparing these things can our Blazing Fleet have even the slightest hope of surviving this seemingly insurmountable death route."

After hearing these words, Lu Sheng fell completely silent.

He finally understood why Zhou Hai was usually so frugal, almost stingy.

And now I finally understand why Zhao Ze and Su Li handed over all the looted supplies without complaint.

Those seemingly insignificant canned meat and compressed biscuits were not for satisfying one's appetite, but for storing up "hope" for that perilous voyage!

This man, who usually seems carefree and boisterous, has the future of the entire fleet on his mind.

Lu Sheng's respect for Zhou Hai deepened even further.

"Hehe," Zhao Ze seemed to see through his thoughts, patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Come on, let's go up to the deck, it's time to set off."

"Um."

The two walked out of the cabin one after the other.

On deck, the engines of the fishing boat Blaze were already humming.

Around it, dozens of simple rafts made of various planks, foam, and discarded furniture formed a vast fleet.

Nearly a hundred survivors gathered on their respective "boats," their faces showing confusion and fear about the future, but even more so, a sense of relief at surviving the ordeal and absolute trust in the steel fishing boat leading the way.

Zhou Hai, holding a large megaphone he'd somehow acquired, stood at the bow of the Blazing Flame. His imposing figure, like an iron tower, instilled a profound sense of security in everyone.

He cleared his throat, picked up the microphone, and with all his might, let out a thunderous roar.

"Listen up, all of you!"

The noisy crowd fell silent instantly, and all eyes were on him.

"I know that many of you have lost family members, lost everything! Me too!"

Zhou Hai's voice, husky and suppressed, echoed through the loudspeakers, reaching every corner of the fleet.

"This damn world is trying to kill us all! It wants to turn us into those inhuman, ghostly monsters in our despair!"

"but!"

He abruptly changed the subject, his voice rising sharply like a thunderclap!

"We survived!"

"We survived the horde of zombies! We survived the jaws of that damned monster!"

"As long as we're alive, we haven't fucking lost!"

In the crowd, some people began to clench their fists, and a fire reignited in their eyes.

Zhou Hai raised the fire axe high in his hand, its blade gleaming with a chilling light in the morning sun. He pointed it towards the boundless blue sea in the east and let out a final roar.

"Now, everyone has it!"

"set sail!"

"Target--"

"The Golden Triangle of Shanghai!!!"

"Ooo ...

The thunderous cheers instantly drowned out the roar of the engines.

The survivors shouted wildly, waving their arms and expressing their excitement and hope.

"Waaaaah..."

"Let's go! We're off!"

"Fleet of Flames! Set sail!"

Amidst deafening cheers, the Blaze turned its bow around, breaking through the calm water and leaving a long white trail in its wake.

Behind it, dozens of simple rafts followed closely, forming a huge migrating fleet on the sea.

Lu Sheng stood on the deck, the sea breeze gently brushing his cheeks. He watched as the Zijing Building, which they had used as a temporary shelter, slowly shrank in his field of vision, eventually becoming a tiny black dot.

This journey at the Zijin Building has come to an end.

But a grander, more dangerous stage lies ahead, slowly unfolding its curtain.

The Golden Triangle of Shanghai.

What kind of den of dragons and tigers will that place be?