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

The fog over this sea area seems to be a permanent resident, while the wind is broken up in mid-air.

Since they arrived here, nothing has changed except that the light has become dimmer.

But on the deck of the Deep Sea Shadow.

The atmosphere, which was enough to be a scene from a horror movie, was dispelled by the lively atmosphere.

After losing the makeshift barbecue grill, the "Desert Corona Stone," they set up a makeshift stove on the front half of the deck, placing wet wooden boards and insulation underneath, with a crackling fire burning in the middle.

The large iron pot that had been arbitrarily sworn to be hidden away was placed on the stove.

"Believe me, cooking is an essential skill for gentlemen."

Nathan Drake, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, elegantly held a soup spoon, saying, "Even with simple conditions, I can still recreate the finest flavors from my hometown."

They sat idly on a pile of cables, holding "chopsticks" in their hands, waiting for their meal to be served.

Actually, he was quite looking forward to it.

Although the people of Sunset Country call it a culinary desert, that's just a stereotype. As a member of the old aristocracy, Drake must have some secret recipes.

"Now...the moment to witness a miracle!"

After building up everyone's anticipation, Nathan lifted the lid of the pot, and steam rose into the air.

The few people circling around the stove, except for Nathan, all leaned back in unison.

Nathan found plants on land that could be pressed for oil and used for flavoring.

Everything was used generously in the pot—

The potato pancakes, fried to a golden brown, exude the aroma of carbohydrates and glisten with oil, looking and smelling delicious.

...If we ignore those seven or eight dead fish heads above!

They stood upright on the potato pancakes, their eyes cleverly replaced by red berries, and their mouths wide open.

"..."

"..."

"Snap—"

The chopsticks in Renyi's hand broke.

Ivan swallowed hard.

Although his only requirement for food was to replenish his energy, the visual impact still caused his stomach to clench:

"They... seem to have something to say to me..."

Klaus replied expressionlessly, "I understand, they're saying 'I died a terrible death.'"

"This is called gazing at the stars!" Nathan enthusiastically divided the potato pancake into six portions. "Although it doesn't have a crust, I used mashed potatoes fried in duck fat as a base, so it still has soul!"

talking.

He diligently handed over the largest piece—

The potato pancake with the largest fish head stuck in it was placed on any plate, and then she looked at him expectantly.

"..."

Renyi and the fish head stared at each other for a while.

Who came up with this plating idea?!

[Hahaha! When that guy from Sunset Country said he was going to cook, I knew it was going to be a disaster!]

[Those fish died so peacefully...]

[Is this what they call stargazing? Is the cookbook from the Land of the Setting Sun thinner than our company's employee handbook?]

[Upstairs...it's not that thick...]

Judging from the boss's expression, he seems to want to stuff Nathan inside a pancake so they can gaze at the stars together.

I don't want to make things difficult for myself.

He used half a chopstick to poke the fish head into the potato pancake.

"Nathan...you are forbidden from cooking from now on."

Nathan looked frustrated, but Siddhartha didn't give him a chance to explain and came closer, wagging her tail.

"How about... I do it?"

"I can cook! As long as I have spices, I can make a really fragrant paste!"

Paste?

The same image instantly flashed through the minds of the other five people—

A brownish, indescribable paste was piled on the ground, and then I grabbed it with my hand...

"stop!"

He decisively raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture.

joke,

A pot of unseeing corpses and a yellowish gruel—is that what you call a meal?

That must be a tribulation!

Finally, in order to avoid waste

A few people gritted their teeth and ordered the whole "Stargazing" fish dish, which supposedly tasted alright after the fish heads were removed.

Renyi, like a herbivore, expressionlessly chewed on the purple cabbage he had casually picked in the jungle earlier.

It is edible and looks similar to purple lettuce, but it tastes slightly astringent.

Whose time traveler is this miserable?

Oh, it's me! ヽ(●-`Д´-)ノ

He stared blankly at a point in the void.

"Mom, I want to eat..."

Blue Star.

Low chuckles echoed throughout the office.

Pei Canghai looked at the young man on the screen who looked utterly hopeless, and his tense expression relaxed a little.

"According to micro-expression analysis, Renyi is currently a bit... well, vulnerable."

I adjusted my glasses on Friday.

Who would have thought that a guy who remained perfectly rational even in the face of dire circumstances would break down over a meal?

But he could see it—

Renyi wasn't feigning helplessness; she was genuinely a little tired, the kind of tiredness that had nothing to do with life or death.

But this does make it feel more 'alive'.

Write it down.

Pei Canghai said to his secretary who was waiting in the wings:

"Have the nutrition expert team come up with a set of edible recipes based on the list of resources that kid currently has. They need to be simple and not complicated."

The atmosphere in the office relaxed for a moment.

Pei Canghai turned his gaze back to the big screen. "Li Shu, what's Piaoliang been up to lately?"

Li Shu quickly swiped the light screen.

"The public is very vocal in demanding an explanation for the unusual information we've released, but they've remained silent. Strangely, Michael seems to have disappeared, and their ICU has even locked down some neighborhoods."

"Silence?" Pei Canghai sneered.

This often means that dirtier methods are brewing.

Just then, a communication request marked in red forcibly interrupted.

"General! Emergency!"

"The general of the Zoroastrian Kingdom was assassinated five minutes ago."

Pei Canghai suddenly stood up.

Fire worship? I just spoke with them a couple of days ago about information and cooperation issues related to the [Ocean Era].

It seems that the speed at which reality is collapsing is... even faster than he imagined.

【The Ocean Era】

Just like Renyi, Xiaojiu's defenses were also breached.

Xiao Jiu was lying on the ship's side, its tentacles drooping listlessly, and its rounded head flattened again.

Ren Yi rolled his eyes and beckoned to Xiao Jiu with his finger.

"Would you like something nice to eat?"

Xiao Jiu's eyes lit up, and he scrambled over.

"Speak, you!"

"So..." Ren Yi coaxed patiently, "Go down and catch it yourself, catch what you want to eat."

Xiao Jiu pondered for a moment, then quickly swiped its tentacles a few times before nodding heavily.

"Okay." Renyi patted Xiao Jiu's head with satisfaction.

He picked up the [Pudu] fishing line, which had been cut by an unknown creature, and quickly tied Xiao Jiu to the end of the fishing line, making a slipknot.

"Remember, it has to be alive," Renyi specifically instructed.

Xiao Jiu gave Renyi an "OK" sign.

"Boss, what are you doing...?" Klaus was dumbfounded.

"fishing."

He casually hoisted the fishing rod onto his shoulder, and with a smooth swing of his arm, an orange-red arc sliced ​​across the gray sea.

"puff--"

Little Jiu, happily stretching out its tentacles, was thrown far into the sea.