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

"Now the whole world knows we're lost."

He didn't care about beauty or ugliness, as long as it worked. Besides, he thought the design was quite unique.

He opened the vehicle's control panel and glanced at it:

【Vehicle: Small Bone Coffin (LV.1)】

[Status: Setting Sail]

[Speed ​​Increase: 200%]

[New Accessory: Confusing Soft Sail]

[Comment: Pirates would hesitate to rob this sail, because it not only looks poor, but also... a bit abnormal.]

"How do you control the direction of this sail?" Renyi asked.

"There's a steering wheel next to the seat; you can tie the rope to it."

Klaus pointed behind him,

"Then turn that handle."

I tried twisting it randomly, and the sail veered to the right. Sure enough, the bow of the boat turned sharply to the left.

"My God!" Ren Yi exclaimed.

"With a brother like you, your sister must be incredibly proud, right?"

This sudden, enthusiastic praise made Klaus's hair stand on end; even the sea breeze couldn't have been as chilling as those words.

After spending a few hours together, Klaus felt he had roughly figured out the temperament of this Chinese player:

If he treats you coldly, it means you're just a nobody, and he doesn't care whether you live or die.

But if someone suddenly becomes gentle and modest, or even tries to have a heart-to-heart talk or chat about everyday things—

That's it, you're the prey now.

"...You'd better not talk like that."

Klaus rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and muttered irritably, "It's creepy."

"How is this possible? Such simple materials, yet they've pieced together such a decent sail. The craftsmanship is amazing."

That makes perfect sense.

Klaus was still being stubborn, but he still proudly raised his chin.

"It's just for survival, nothing to brag about."

Renyi also felt that he had figured out the temperament of this Hans cat:

She has someone to care about, and she's a bit proud and aloof.

Yes, it's easy to understand and easy to use.

The viewers in the live stream were already laughing hysterically.

[Any: Just a slight movement is needed.]

["Although I think you're weird, I actually enjoy it."]

[Klaus: I'm about to throw up, but let me say a few more compliments.]

[I think Klaus will eventually be sold out and still be helping count the money—oh wait, I mean, helping count the bones.]

The gentle sea breeze filled the sails, and the coffin, which originally required human rowing, now sailed on its own as long as the rudder was properly controlled.

"How's that speed?"

Klaus couldn't resist showing off again, but received no response.

Looking back, Renyi was hanging half of the last piece of fresh seagull meat on the "Fisherman's Blessing".

"Still fishing?"

His gray eyes almost popped out.

"Are you a machine? You haven't even finished digesting that crab yet!"

In his view, having just finished an "important project" and had a big meal,

It's the perfect time to enjoy the afternoon sun and talk about future plans!

Before this person could even settle in, they were already "going to work" again?

"You don't understand."

I adjusted the drag knob on the fishing reel a little.

"Now that the boat has speed, it's perfect for trolling."

"Trolling?"

"Pretend we're a live fish trying to escape," Renyi said, waving his hand.

The fishing hook, baited with meat, fell into the waves at the stern of the boat.

"You can usually catch big ones."

"The main problem is that I haven't even decided what to have for dinner yet, and that makes me uneasy."

Klaus eventually shut his mouth.

This guy is even more demanding than the strictest foreman in their Hanscat Kingdom.

[Anything: As long as we can still move, we must engage in production.]

[This reason is irrefutable; dinner is indeed out of the question, and food is essential for survival.]

[Who's doing trolling on a coffin?! It's too much for me to bear.]

I'd like to try it too...

As the coffin boat moved forward, the fishing line was taut, cutting a thin crack in the deep blue sea.

Time passed by,

"Sizzle—!!!"

Ren Yi, who had been staring at Wilson, suddenly focused his gaze.

The fishing boat has unloaded and is out of bounds!

The fishing rod in his hand was almost stretched into a semi-circle, with the tip touching the water.

"Big guy!"

Ren Yi reacted quickly, stood up and grabbed the fishing rod, but instead of being dragged along, the big guy in the water pulled the coffin so hard it stopped abruptly.

"!" Klaus was constantly correcting his course, almost getting thrown into the sea.

"What the hell? The boat's capsizing!"

"Stay calm!"

He gritted his teeth and pressed himself against the sturdiest seat on the ship, his veins bulging.

Is this thing not trying to escape, but trying to wrestle with the ship?

"Turn left!"

Klaus frantically tried to turn the rudder. "My God, how big is this?"

[That commotion! It's definitely a huge thing!]

[The boat even paused for a moment; this thing must weigh at least 100 pounds, right?]

[That's a conservative estimate; in my experience, it should weigh at least 300 jin (150 kg).]

[Trolling is prone to snagging, but it also increases the chances of catching a big fish – it's exciting!]

The force transmitted from the fishing rod was both heavy and violent, surging left and right, each twitch of its tail making their small boat sway precariously.

Fortunately, the [Fisherman's Blessing] is indeed a Lv.2 item from the game, ridiculously sturdy.

Even after being stretched to its limit by such force, it showed no signs of breaking.

"Get up..."

Arbitrarily wed the end of the fishing rod in the middle of the seat, and when the force of that thing has eased slightly, use all your strength and body weight to suddenly lift the rod and reel in the line!

In an instant, the sea not far away split open.

The long, gray shadow swung wildly in the air.

It was a strange fish that was almost two meters long, with a streamlined, slender body and fine scales that gleamed with a metallic sheen.

Its massive lower jaw resembled a gleaming iron clamp, and it had a sharp, long spike on its head.

"That's... a swordfish?"

Klaus exclaimed, "No, swordfish aren't that small!"

The 'fish' fell into the water and then frantically dived again.

"It might be a mutated barracuda or something." Ren Yi exerted all his strength, rapidly cranking the fishing reel.

"Whatever kind of fish it is, it's all our dinner now!"

Dinner seemed to be enraged by the earlier outburst and stopped trying to swim deeper, instead turning around and charging towards the boat!

Its dorsal fin slices through the water, leaving a white line at lightning speed.

"It's going to ram the ship!"

Klaus turned pale and grabbed the half-polished wooden stick.

Their ship only has 35 durability points. If it gets hit, it might not fall apart, but it's certain to be pierced through.

Calmly and deliberately reel in the line as "dinner" approaches, keeping the line taut.

Just when it was about five meters away from the ship,

He yanked the fishing rod sharply to the side, causing it to veer off course and skim past the gunwale, splashing Klaus in the face with the spray.

Ren Yi was pulled so hard that he stumbled and almost knelt on the coffin lid.

"Damn it, it turned around!"

The gray shadow drew a U-shape on the water's surface, seemingly intending to burst out of the water and string everything together like candied hawthorns.

As dinner's spikes pierced the sea surface,

He casually flung open the hatch, retrieved the thigh bone of their new recruit, and said, "Hey buddy, can I borrow a light?"

The strange fish had already leaped out of the water, reaching an astonishing height. It clenched its molars, swung its arm in a wide arc, and, carrying the resentment of the unlucky creature in the box, slammed it hard against the back of its gill cover.

A loud "Bang—!!!"

Accompanied by a clear cracking sound.

The fish froze in mid-air, its fierce eyes instantly becoming dull, like a stunned fly swatted onto the sea surface.

"Splash—"

He was panting heavily, his heart pounding wildly. The force of the blow had left his hands numb, and the thigh bone he had borrowed had cracked.

[This blow alone—I'm asking you how many years of skill you've accumulated!]

[Skull Bro: I may not be human, but you really are a dog...]

[...My head is spinning just looking at it through the screen.]

Am I the only one who feels sorry for that skeleton? Its legs were ripped off and used as a baseball bat...

[The person upstairs also participated in the kill; that's called an assist.]