Chapter 687.2: Why Shouldn’t I Agree?? |
He resumed the tour. “… The ship is divided into three sections. Section One is the living area, Section Two is the logistics warehouse, and Section Three is the work area, the production facilities.”
“What do you produce?” Tail asked eagerly.
“Everything we can. There are nearly 600 people aboard, far beyond our living capacity. We do everything possible to support everyone.”
Sisi thought for a moment before asking, “I always wondered, how did you handle food for the past two months? Fishing?”
Chen Jianhong explained, “Mostly artificial cultivation of fast-growing nutritional algae, it provides nutrients and improves air quality. At least we never lack electricity or light. Besides that, sometimes we encounter fish schools. If we’re lucky enough to catch some, we can slightly improve everyone’s meals.”
Their greatest threat had never been deep-sea mutants, but Federation destroyers.
The Dolphin may have been large, but a few depth charges could sink it easily.
Tail stared wide-eyed at the man. “So your meals were actually pretty good?”
“Good? Hah.” Chen Jianhong’s expression darkened. “If you call green nutrient paste and unbelievably fishy rotten fish ‘good,’ then yes. We only had salt for seasoning. Later we tried making vinegar and soy sauce, but they somehow made things worse.”
Sisi looked at the cargo containers. “What’s inside these?”
Chen Jianhong replied, “Mostly industrial products, connections for maintaining Coral City’s deepwater facilities, automation tools. We dismantled some containers for parts, but many are untouched. If you’re interested, you can look through them. You might find something useful.”
Tail’s eyes lit up instantly. “Oh! Then Tail won’t be polite!”
Scavenging was her specialty.
“Go ahead. Not like we can finish the delivery anyway.” Chen Jianhong glanced at his wrist-mounted computer, then turned toward the two New Alliance ladies. “… We’re about 50 kilometers from the Baiyue Strait. Do you want to contact your people? Do they have a radio frequency?”
Sisi smiled. “Of course, but we already contacted them.”
Chen Jianhong froze. “You… already did?”
“We have a special communication method. Just leave it to us.” Sisi didn’t elaborate.
Earlier, during a bathroom break, Tail had logged out to the forum and informed everyone.
When the players heard that the little shit borrowed a nuclear submarine from somewhere, nobody believed it. Frankly, even Sisi, standing inside the submarine, still felt like it was a dream.
Chen Jianhong shot her a suspicious glance but didn’t argue.
Bakc at French Fry Harbor, a massive crowd of players packed the shoreline, craning their necks toward the sea like curious tourists.
They had come for one reason, to see the nuclear submarine.
According to Tail’s bragging on the forum, it used second-generation controlled fusion and was huge enough to hold cargo inside. It was basically an underwater aircraft carrier.
How big is that supposed to be?!
Now, at 5:00 in the morning, the sea glowed faintly, but no submarine appeared.
Half an hour passed as many players were already worried.
“I swear, Tail was bragging again…”
“Yep.”
“No maid outfit this time, let’s change the punishment.”
“How about bikinis?”
“Bro, calm down.”
Amid the chatter, Sword Execution folded his arms and stared suspiciously at the horizon.
He knew Light. Their developer would never just give them a submarine.
“I’m going to the forest to grind mobs if it doesn’t come soon,” Peepo yawned.
“You’re not on guard duty today?” someone asked.
“Not every day. Today is Kid- HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!” Peepo froze, eyes bulging as he stared into the ocean.
“What?!”
“Look! The sea!”
His warning was unnecessary.
From the glowing horizon, a massive steel beast pushed aside the waves, its wide hull and bow rising like a leviathan. Foam burst around the bow. Water streamed down the black metal, glinting like pearls in the dawn.
The morning light formed a golden path behind it, stretching toward the heavens.
Inside the control room, Chen Jianhong glanced at Tail. “Why insist on surfacing now? Does it mean something?”
They had arrived half an hour earlier, but someone insisted they wait until sunrise.
Staring at the dazzling ocean, Tail’s eyes sparkled. “Don’t you think it looks cooler?”
“…?”
He had to admit, it was stunning.
Onshore, players were losing their minds.
“WHAT THE HELLY?!”
“They weren’t kidding?!”
“That’s a real submarine?!”
“This is insane!”
People screamed, cheered, took photos. Some even fainted, but only because they logged out to post on the forum.
The Moonfolk girls tried to give CPR before players hurriedly stopped them.
Soon, the entire submarine surfaced. Crew members in exoskeletons walked out under the captain’s lead.
When Chen Jianhong looked at the shabby wooden dock, he froze, unsure whether to be shocked or speechless.
After a long pause, he turned to Sisi. “This is… your port?”
With a strained smile, Sisi coughed softly. “It’s still developing. But don’t worry, things will improve.”
Tail puffed her chest. “Yeah! We’re just starting out. Everything will get better!”
