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A small boat with a question mark painted on it glides slowly forward in the sea breeze.

Klaus squatted at the stern, diligently washing the pots.

"If it's not washed clean, it'll stink like a rat that's been dead for a week tomorrow."

He lifted the pot and inspected it from every angle, only satisfied when he was sure there were no blind spots.

Just as he turned around to ask Renyi where he had put the pot, he saw Renyi carrying a fishing rod and running to the side of the boat again.

"Boss, even the donkeys in the production team need a rest after pulling the millstone, right?"

"Your hands were shaking after you caught that ironfish!"

I adjusted my sitting position and put a small piece of mullet meat on the fishing hook.

The fish he had just eaten did indeed help him recover his stamina, and now he felt like he was back to normal.

"If you feel like you have nothing to do, you can take a look at your sequence panel."

When it comes to sequences, Klaus immediately shrinks in stature.

Feeling somewhat frustrated, I brought up my control panel:

Klaus Schmidt

[Sequence: Blacksmith (Lv.0)]

Evolution Points: 11/10

Current proficiency: 85/100

[Initial Toolkit]

"We have enough evolution points."

Klaus ran his fingers through his messy flaxen hair and said dejectedly,

"I'm still 15 points short of proficiency. I haven't stopped since I started the game—repairing ships, building masts, repairing coffins, building masts, and even grilling fish... Oh, that probably doesn't count..."

"Your evolution ship evolved so easily, its sequence must have been upgraded a long time ago, right?"

The hand holding the fishing rod paused slightly.

He has a hammer-like sequence!

Throughout the entire process, his panel only had a few functional modules: [Decomposition], [Evolution], and [Storage].

Others evolve from humans, he evolves from ships.

Based on the current situation, as long as the materials are available, theoretically this coffin could probably evolve indefinitely?

"...I guess so."

While I'm struggling with sequence proficiency, others have already begun making actual efforts for the next evolution.

In comparison, I am really unprofessional!

Klaus took a deep breath and picked up the spike from the mutated barracuda's head.

"I should be able to add a handle to this thing before you catch the next fish."

"We can't let that guy in the cabin fracture his other femur too..."

[It's over, Klaus has been completely led astray.]

[Random: Let's go fishing after dinner to digest. Klaus: I'm off to work overtime!]

[The King of Rolls personally intervened, killing everyone around him...]

[Don't criticize blindly; this is called setting a good example. The power of role models is immense!]

A bone fracture?

Klaus's casual remark, a self-motivational remark, made Ren Yi's heart skip a beat.

If the new bone is fractured, is it still considered a complete biological skeleton?

Why don't we find an opportunity to take them out and "release" them back into the wild?

It can be considered that they found peace in the sea.

To avoid wasting such a large space if you want to use it but can't, and it ends up taking up unnecessary space...

Just as he was pondering how to find a reason to give it a proper burial, the fishing rod in his hand suddenly sank downwards!

"It's taken the bait!"

With a sudden burst of energy, he began to skillfully reel in the line.

The force was very light; it wasn't a big thing, and it was quickly pulled out of the water.

The fishing line was pulled in, and the thing was caught easily in my hand.

The tiny sea turtle, no bigger than the palm of your hand, lay upside down, helplessly paddling its shell. Its emerald green shell shone like jade in the setting sun.

【The Ocean's Little Birthday Star】

[Review: It's probably older than your ship. Let it go; maybe the sea god will give you some face. P.S.: It doesn't taste good.]

Give me face?

He raised an eyebrow casually, gently removed the fishing hook, and released it back into the sea.

The baby sea turtle spun around a few times before diving into the sea and disappearing from sight.

"..." Klaus hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"It's so small, consider it a good deed." He rebaited the fish and cast the line again.

The fishing rod stirred again in less than two minutes.

Following the exact same trajectory, yet another sea turtle boarded the ship.

It's just a little bit bigger, about the size of a soup bowl.

The Lost Sea Turtle Boy

[Review: It might be the older brother of the one from before. PS: Still not tasty.]

He silently unhooked the fish again and, not so gently, tossed it into the water.

Even Klaus gave Ren Yi a strange look.

"This sea area..."

The salinity of this sea area may be problematic.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain why Renyi's fishing rod started moving again in less than two minutes.

"Click-clack—"

The reeling went smoothly, and a round lid the size of a washbasin landed on the coffin lid, with four thick legs flapping in the air.

[Rebellious Overseas Returnee Youth]

[Comment: He's probably here to see those two younger brothers. PS: Old and stiff.]

"Can you do me a favor?"

The turtle's splashing this time was so powerful that it was a bit strenuous for anyone.

Klaus paused for two seconds, put down the file in his hand, and walked over with a look of utter disbelief.

The two men worked together to untangle the large creature, weighing approximately fifty pounds, from the hook. "I don't understand," one of them said.

"Have we encountered a sea turtle migration?" Klaus frowned deeply.

"Maybe it's the Calabash Brothers saving Grandpa."

He made up a joke that Klaus couldn't understand, and casually pushed the "rebellious youth" back into the sea.

"Buy one, get one free."

"What?"

"A mysterious Eastern tactic: attack the young and then the old."

Calmly and casually continue baiting the hook.

"Still want to fish?"

"Things don't happen more than three times," he cast his line, "there definitely won't be any more after that."

But as it turns out, you shouldn't try to turn things around when you're facing adversity.

Renyi and Klaus successively bid farewell to the [temperamental sea turtle mother], the [weathered sea turtle father], and the [kind sea turtle grandmother].

[Did this mess up a turtle's nest?]

[Investigate thoroughly! Investigate whether Renyi is the reincarnation of Aquaman!]

[This is hilarious! The whole family is all here, huh?]

[Is this guy checking the overseas returnee's residency records...?]

[Is it Grandpa's turn next?]

......

The last rays of the setting sun faded, and the sea quickly darkened.

Half an hour passed.

He remained motionless, holding the bar, as if the scene of "Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather" was just an illusion.

Klaus blew away the sawdust.

The long jaw of the mutated barracuda was cleverly embedded in a smoothly polished wooden handle.

"It seems Grandpa Turtle isn't coming."

Klaus urged, his tone tinged with schadenfreude.

"Take it, let's try out the new weapon!"

"The last one." Ren Yi was still a little unwilling to give up.

"You said the same thing ten minutes ago..."

Renyi sighed. Maybe Klaus was right. That family of turtles was just passing by. He stretched his stiff wrists and prepared to reel in the line.

But the fishing line, which should have been smoothly retracted, suddenly became taut and straight.

"Huh? It's stuck at the bottom?"

Slack off the line as needed, and once it's relaxed, pull it up forcefully again.

"Squeak!"

Not moving.

"Snag?" Klaus swallowed hard. "The depth here is at least 2000 meters, how could it get snagged?"

Their boat was still slowly drifting north.

Logically, if something immovable is caught below, the fishing line should gradually tilt as the boat moves, but now...

The thing below is moving at the same speed as them!

The atmosphere suddenly became eerie.

"Or... let's cut the line..."

But before Klaus could finish speaking, the fishing line, taut like a string, suddenly went limp and hung down.