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"Splash!"

Anything also surfaced.

He casually swept all the wet hair that was blocking his eyes behind his head, grabbed the coral extending from the figurehead, and climbed onto the deck.

Because they went to dissect the carcass of the deep-sea tusk platypus, they were the last to return.

The warehouse has a lot more waterproof materials, and the menu has been expanded—there's plenty of duck meat.

The deck now looks like a refugee camp after a shipwreck.

Ivan lay there, panting heavily.

He wasn't seriously injured; he was just choked by Klaus's steel cable.

"Nathan, stop laughing."

Renyi slowly wrung out her wet clothes next to him.

It was a bit chilly on the sea, and he thought about quickly moving all the furry things out of the warehouse to see if Sita or Aurora could be kind enough to make a four-piece set for him.

"If you keep laughing, Nathan will get internal injuries."

"Cough cough... Hahaha..."

Nathan laughed even louder when he heard that Renyi was telling lame jokes.

"Boss... this is the most thrilling freefall I've ever experienced in my life!"

Really!

Even Red Bull isn't this exciting, it's so addictive.

Aurora was dutifully moving among the group, confirming each person's identity:

"Are the bones broken? Are the internal organs okay?"

Seeing that Ivan was still lying there motionless, she skillfully pressed down on his ribs, eliciting a scream in pain:

"The ribs are still there, check them!"

He groaned and gasped for breath.

Xiao Jiu squeezed out of the soaking wet pocket, his once round head now dented in a large slit, like a deflated balloon, looking both pitiful and funny.

It was furious!

If it weren't for its unusual shape, it might have turned into takoyaki by now!

Xiao Jiu took a deep breath—

"Pfft!"

The water jet hit Klaus squarely in the face.

Normally, he would have jumped up and down on the spot, grabbing Xiao Jiu and dying together...

But today...

We are in the wrong.

But... wasn't that what the boss shouted, "Hold on tight and don't scatter?"

He's using the latest upgraded version of "Deadly 3000," which has the highest safety rating!

Although he was indignant, Klaus silently wiped his face dry and didn't dare to utter a sound.

Look at Klaus, looking so wronged.

Even Ren Yi couldn't help but smile. He picked up Xiao Jiu, whose head had a dent, and kneaded it like dough. Xiao Jiu miraculously recovered.

"Alright,"

He patted Xiao Jiu's head, opened the warehouse panel, and glanced at the duck meat and waterproof down that had just been delivered.

This freefall, though an accident, was an unexpected bonus; at least for the next two weeks, we can have a variety of meals.

Roast duck, duck soup, salted duck, braised duck...

"Look, your head's round again, isn't it? Don't be angry, I'll give you a good meal later—"

"Boss!"

Sita, who was entangled in the middle of the mast on guard, swam down.

She observed for a long time, and although there were no danger signs or abnormalities, she still felt extremely uneasy, and tapped the deck with the tip of her tail in slight annoyance.

"I feel like something's not quite right..."

She stared in the east, her voice anxious.

Since accepting the Naga heritage, Sita's sensory system seems to have detached from the human realm and instead leans more towards the beastly instinct of seeking advantage and avoiding harm.

And now...

Every single one of her scales was sounding an alarm.

"What's wrong?"

He casually walked over and stuffed a pile of fur and chicken feathers into her hand:

"It's quite cold here. Since you're sensitive to the cold, take this and make some warm clothing."

Then, once it's done, he'll make some for me too (￣▽￣), he added in his mind, his smile becoming even gentler.

Sita had no idea what this guy was up to.

In her value system, survival always depends on being "useful" to others, but this unconditional gift and care made her feel a sense of recognition that even her closest relatives had never given her.

She held the pile of precious materials, and a thin glint of tears welled up in her beast-like vertical pupils.

"Boss..."

Sita sniffed, the tip of her tail unconsciously curling slightly. She called out "Big Brother" with genuine sincerity, "I can sew! I used to alter all the clothes for the whole family!"

She held the things in her arms tightly, as if afraid the wind would blow away even a single hair:

"I'm exceptionally skilled! Let me make you a set first... Do you want a hood? Yes, yes... and hidden pockets to conceal weapons... make several!"

?

Is she that quick to understand?

He paused in his actions, then nodded in satisfaction.

"OK."

He casually agreed, his gaze sweeping over the slumped crowd on the deck and landing on this unfamiliar sea.

This no longer seems to be a tranquil sea.

There was no sun overhead, nor any clouds in sight; only a hazy, gray mist enveloped the area, making the light seem to have been refracted countless times before finally reaching us...

It's bright enough, but it has no temperature.

We can only determine that it is daytime, but is it dawn or dusk?

Never mind that.

It's as if this place has been forgotten by time.

"This place..."

Klaus also turned the window upside down to observe the surroundings.

The engineer's brow furrowed into a tight knot as he peered through the hazy mist.

"This scene looks familiar!"

Quiet, misty, calm sea...

Klaus subconsciously took a few steps closer to Renyi. Apart from the ship being larger and having more people, it felt exactly the same as when they first met!

All that's missing is that crazy woman with the fish tail singing.

That was the first elite monster they encountered, and they almost fed it to the fish—it was a real trauma.

"It was the fake Siren who killed Sotoma..."

Aurora anxiously sensed her surroundings, but detected no mental pollution whatsoever.

Ivan is fully recovered.

He casually shook the water off his "Thoughts" and said, "Never encountered that before. If I did, I'd give her a good physical silence."

The audience has a broader perspective than they do.

Looking down from this angle—

A bizarre skeletal ship with a woman's head and a snake's tail drifted alone on the dark sea, surrounded by thick, impenetrable fog.

[...This scene, if you just screenshot it, it's like a horror movie poster!]

[The dream-like atmosphere is overwhelming; I keep feeling like something indescribable might emerge from the water at any moment.]

[Hiss... They're all fully developed now, so why does the art style suddenly feel like it's back to the beginner's village?]

[If "Little White Boat" were suddenly played at this moment...]

[Stop, stop, stop! My cabinet moved, I'm not playing anymore!]

"It really does look like it."

He readily admitted it, but he didn't show much nervousness.

At times like these, it's crucial to avoid preconceived notions. Last time was like a beginner's trial, but now...

"Gurgle..."

"I'm hungry, let's eat first."