National destiny: Starting with a coffin, building an aircraft carrier is broadcast live globally.

Is that a boat?

Compared to a boat, it's more like a mobile temple floating on water!

The boat was a striking bright yellow, and colorful strips of cloth and bone bells hung on the gunwales, jingling as the boat moved.

The prow is shaped like a rough elephant head, with its trunk curled up high, while several flags flutter in the wind are planted at the stern.

[I...I think I'm hallucinating. Is this a beautiful live stream room?]

[Yeah, I specifically exited to take a look!]

[Help! This background music is so addictive! My head is already screaming "Akaka, Abakaka!"]

[What I clearly heard was, "What a cold winter, what a cold winter!"]

Upon hearing the news of Morrison's arrival, viewers in China flocked to the live stream.

What we saw was a scene reminiscent of a Bollywood film set scouting locations in the swamp.

The mutated giant crocodile blinked its vertical pupils in bewilderment.

What just happened?

I don't understand.

It shook its head and sank back to the bottom of the water.

Forget it, today is not a good day for hunting. Let's find another place to sleep.

"Damn it..."

Morrison stood at the bow of the visually polluting ship, his face ashen. His crisp camouflage uniform clung to his skin, soaked by the humid heat, while the camouflage music continued to assault his senses.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the stench of the swamp only worsened his already bad mood.

"Turn off that damn music!" he yelled.

"Commander Morrison, this is a repulsion device."

Ethan sat on the roof of the cabin, fiddling with a large loudspeaker attached to a square box.

"The specific audio it emits can interfere with the auditory system of most mutated organisms, making them restless and causing them to actively stay away."

As he spoke, he pointed towards the water not far away.

The shadow beneath the muddy water seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally abandoning its ambush and slowly sinking to the bottom.

Morrison swallowed back the angry words that were on the tip of his tongue.

...He admitted that this thing was useful.

But being useful and being able to tolerate are two different things!

His gaze shifted from the loudspeaker to the flags swaying in the wind at the stern of the ship; their chaotic colors and disordered shapes were a blatant provocation against the solemnity of the army.

"Then take those flags down! This isn't a circus!"

Sita, who was engrossed in weaving a large basket with her slender cartilage in the corner, stopped her work, rolled her eyes, and

"Sir, that's not a flag, it's a fishing net."

Fishing net?

"..."

Morrison walked to the stern, where those gaudy "flags" were indeed large nets woven from ropes twisted from various scraps of cloth and plant fibers, with seaweed hanging on them.

[Hahahaha! You got slapped in the face, didn't you?]

[Hahaha, this is hilarious! How come this beautiful traditional Chinese painting style tastes like curry?]

[My God, where did these people come from?]

[They're from China, what are they doing here?]

[Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated (doge)]

[Hey upstairs, tell the truth, let's just have a laugh ʅ（´◔౪◔）ʃ]

Ethan quietly turned his head away, his shoulders twitching slightly as he tried his best to suppress a laugh.

Morrison's face turned pale and then red. He stared at the ugly but practical fishing nets for a few seconds before abruptly changing the subject.

"Can it be used?"

"certainly."

Sita answered without looking up, his fingers flying across the page.

"Anything below level 3 can be caught in the net."

Morrison clenched his fists, but ultimately held back.

Now is not the time to concern ourselves with such trivial matters; this woman and that Sunset Country guy named Ethan are still useful for the time being.

He stood back at the bow of the ship, gazing around at this boundless green hell.

"Reconnoiter," he said to Elijah.

"Find a place where you can moor the boat and set up camp, with a wide view and at least two waterways for evacuation."

"Yes," Elijah immediately replied.

......

Seeing that Renyi and Klaus returned unharmed,

Dala Bengba visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Renyi really wanted to ask Dala Bengba about the lake in detail, but he was too lazy to gesture, so he gave up in his heart.

It's been so long, why haven't any more players come over yet... oh wait, I mean, have players from other countries come looking for us?

Logically, someone should have arrived by now!

He sighed silently.

"Here, take these." He took out all the fire crystals from the warehouse.

"Okay, okay..."

Klaus hurriedly stuffed the hot stones into his bag.

"The quantity is a bit limited; rooftops can be prioritized!"

"Oh, right, we could add a condensate collection tank to collect the condensate using the temperature difference!"

He ran quickly toward the big tree.

We have the blueprint and materials; it should be a reality in about two more days!

......

Unlike the Heat, which have a clear and ambitious goal,

Morrison's squad, having just found a suitable location to set up camp, was solemn and silent.

He forcefully poked the ground with the tip of his bayonet.

They only ordered the camp to be set up after confirming that the soil was relatively firm.

Ethan and Elijah cut down branches, while Situ and Morrison collected a large number of broad palm leaves, and soon two simple tents were set up.

The variety of resources available on land is far greater than that at sea.

Ethan unbuckled his belt and, like a monkey, quickly climbed up a tree.

Hanging from it were clusters of fruits that looked exactly like unripe bananas. These fruits had golden skin, were very small, and had strange black patterns on them.

He picked several large bunches.

Most of them were thrown into Sita's arms.

Only a small, fragmented portion was given to Morrison and Elijah.

Morrison picked one up and weighed it in his hand.

"Are you sure this isn't poisonous?"

Ethan had already slid down the tree trunk. Without arguing, he simply took a branch, peeled it open, and took a big bite.

Sita also quietly began to eat.

"It tastes almost like banana."

Seeing this, Morrison also tentatively took a bite.

It tastes just like a banana, but it's also creamier and juicier, quickly relieving the dryness in my throat.

"It seems that an occasional act of trust can earn you a nice dinner, sir."

Ethan raised half a banana in a gesture of 'raising a glass'

The tone was undisguised mockery.

Morrison paused in his chewing, stuffed the rest of the fruit into his mouth, and didn't respond to Ethan's teasing.

It must be admitted that these two people were indeed necessary tools.

But this does not change the fact that they are "not of our kind".

[To be fair, Ethan and Seddar are really strong.]

[Yeah, no wonder he's survived so long despite his lack of fighting skills...]

[Not strong enough? That depends on who you're comparing yourself to!]

[The American team's roster isn't actually bad, it's just that their art style is a bit off.]

Night fell quickly.

The swamp is more terrifying at night than during the day.

During the day, you can see the source of the danger, but at night, you can only hear it.

In order to avoid being too conspicuous,

They covered the campfire with mud and dragged the boat into a more secluded area among the mangrove roots, where the vines and branches provided natural camouflage.

"Elijah, go up to the tree during the first half of the night."

Elijah climbed up the tallest tree with the best view, his figure blending into the shadows of its branches and leaves.

Morrison, Ethan, and Siddo returned to the ship and each found a corner to rest.

Behind him,

Under the cover of darkness, Sita quietly slipped a sharp bone dagger into Ethan's hand.

Ethan nodded silently.