Sequence Ocean Survival: Awakening God-Tier Sequences at the Start

Chapter 117 The Iron Law of the Apocalypse: Some secrets are best kept inside!

In the dead of night, the waves lapped against the ship's side, making a dull, monotonous sound.

Inside the Flame Ship restaurant, however, the lights were on, and the air was filled with the long-lost aroma of meat and the rich scent of Moutai liquor.

The braised beef on the table was almost gone, and even the broth had been soaked up by steamed buns.

The bottles of special-supply Moutai that Chen Yan brought were mostly empty. Zhou Hai's chubby face was flushed from drinking, and he was sucking the marrow from a beef bone, making a "sizzling" sound.

Lu Sheng leaned back in his chair, his slender fingers toying with the crystal wine glass, the wine inside swaying gently with the movement of the boat.

"Listen up, everyone."

Lu Sheng's voice wasn't loud, but it made Zhou Hai, who was about to open the second bottle of wine, pause. He quickly spat out the bone in his mouth and sat up straight.

Lu Sheng's gaze swept over the three people in front of him, his teammates who had just advanced to level 5 and were in high spirits.

"A level 5 Spirit Source user is barely qualified to protect themselves in this sea area."

Lu Sheng took a sip of wine, the spiciness burning his throat, but his eyes remained coldly clear: "But don't think this is the end of the story. You all saw the battle just now. What does a level 6 sea beast mean? What does a beast tide of sheer numbers mean?"

"If you don't want to die, get to level 6 Spirit Source Master in the shortest time possible."

He looked at Zhou Hai: "Especially you, Captain Zhou, your Flame Burst looks impressive, but it's actually all ineffective output. You're wasting your spiritual energy like you're scattering water. In the future, use your brain more in battles, instead of just blasting every living thing to death."

Zhou Hai scratched his shiny slicked-back hair and chuckled, "Young Lu is right to teach you a lesson. I was just thinking of making a bigger scene to save face for you."

"Stop being so frivolous." Lu Sheng put down his wine cup and tapped his knuckles twice on the solid wood table, making a crisp, tapping sound.

"There's another new rule, and you'd better memorize it."

The atmosphere in the restaurant instantly became more tense, and even Su Li stopped picking up food and looked up.

"From now on, when hunting mutated sea beasts of level 4 or above, as long as conditions permit, don't blast them to smithereens."

Lu Sheng leaned forward slightly, staring at the group: "It doesn't matter if you lose an arm or a leg, or even if your head is shattered, but you must keep your torso. I have a great use for you."

Zhou Hai had just stuffed a piece of luncheon meat into his mouth when he heard this and mumbled indistinctly, "Hey Lu, what do you need that thing for? We don't have anywhere to put specimens in the cabin, do we? Besides, that thing stinks, it only attracts flies and..."

"Bang."

A muffled thud came from under the table.

Zhou Hai yelled, almost spitting out the meat in his mouth, and glared at Zhao Ze beside him: "Old Zhao, why did you kick me?!"

Zhao slowly picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth without even lifting his eyelids: "Can't you shut up even when you're eating? If Lu wants it, he must have his reasons. Why ask so many 'whys'?"

Su Li didn't say anything, her eyes darted between Lu Sheng and Zhou Hai before finally settling on Zhao Ze, where she gave a barely perceptible nod.

Neither of them is stupid.

Throughout his journey, Lu Sheng never took out the corpses he collected. Instead, the secret behind his ability to conjure high-level spirit source crystal cores out of thin air was beyond the realm of common sense.

Lu Sheng's silence was a sign of trust.

They don't ask; that's their right.

If this secret were to be leaked, the entire world's Spirit Source users would probably go mad.

Lu Sheng took in the reactions of the others and smiled slightly.

"Alright, now that you've eaten and drunk your fill, go to sleep." Lu Sheng stood up, draped his coat over his shoulders, and said, "Get a good rest tonight. Who knows what kind of monsters and demons are waiting for us tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned and left the restaurant.

Lu Sheng's footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Zhou Hai rubbed his calf, looking at Zhao Ze with a wronged expression: "Old Zhao, you went too far! I was just asking out of curiosity, was it really necessary?"

Zhao put down his chopsticks, his usually honest, square face unusually serious.

"Old Zhou, is that curiosity? You're asking for it."

Zhao lowered his voice and pointed to the ceiling: "Lu's secret may be the key to our ship's ability to roam freely in the apocalypse. If you ever get drunk and spill this secret one day, I'll cripple you before anyone else does anything."

Su Li poured herself a small glass of wine, tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy wine brought a touch of color to her pale face.

"Brother Zhao is right." She slammed her empty glass heavily on the table. "Some things are best kept to ourselves; that's the best protection we can have."

Zhou Hai was stunned for a moment. Looking at the serious expressions of the two men, most of the smell of alcohol on him dissipated instantly.

Although he was carefree, he had crawled out of piles of corpses, so how could he not understand the stakes involved?

"Fine, I admit I was wrong, okay?"

Zhou Hai raised his glass, his expression solemn: "Damn it, you're making me sound like a traitor. I'll remember this. From now on, if I ask even half a question about corpses, you won't have to lift a finger; I'll cut my own tongue out and use it as a snack!"

"Hahaha, okay, come on! Cheers!"

"Dry!"

……

Silent all night.

The following morning, an extremely thick white fog rose from the sea, reducing visibility to less than twenty meters.

The massive fleet sailed slowly through the fog, like a herd of blind giants.

"Ugh—!!!"

A sudden, low alarm shattered the tranquility of the early morning.

The sound was different from the sharp sound when a sea monster was spotted; it was a deep, long whine, similar to a collision warning.

Inside the main control room of the Blazing Flame.

Lu Sheng appeared in front of the command console almost instantly, still wearing his pajamas, his golden pupils slightly contracting in the dim room.

"What's going on?"

Engineer Liu stared intently at the radar screen, sweating profusely, his face filled with a terrifying, ghostly look.

"Major Lu! There's something blocking the way ahead!"

"A sea monster tide?" Zhao rushed in, pulling up his pants. He was still feeling the effects of last night's alcohol and his head was a little sore.

"No...it's not a living thing..."

Engineer Liu swallowed hard, his finger trembling as he pointed to the enormous shadow on the holographic projection: "The sonar feedback is all noise—metal, wood, even plastic… This thing is huge, its size even exceeds the cross-section of our entire fleet!"

"It's practically like... a continent!"

Lu Sheng frowned slightly and strode to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The fog outside is gradually thinning as the sun rises.

On the horizon ahead, a massive, suffocating black shadow lay silently across the middle of the shipping lane.

As the distance closed, everyone involuntarily held their breath.

This is not some continent.

That was a mountain of garbage floating in the sea!

Countless rusted shipping containers, broken house planks, wrecked cars, and even half of a commercial airliner's wreckage were forcibly squeezed and piled together by some force.

Seaweed and barnacles grew wildly in the crevices, like a disgusting layer of green fur covering the steel corpse.

It's like a giant malignant tumor growing out of the ocean, exuding the smell of decay and rust.

At the top of that mountain of garbage, on a rickety steel bar, hung a tattered flag of indistinct color, fluttering eerily in the morning breeze.

"My goodness..."

Zhou Hai pressed his face against the glass, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist: "What the hell is this? A floating slum? Or has a junkyard come to life?"

Lu Sheng remained silent.

He narrowed his eyes, a golden light swirling within them, his gaze instantly piercing through the outer layers of sheet metal and wooden planks.

Inside that seemingly lifeless steel tomb, in those intricate gaps and cavities, dim yet real red heat sources were slowly moving.

someone.

And there are quite a few of them.

"That's interesting."

Lu Sheng took out a cigarette case from his pocket, knocked out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

This kind of scene, which only appears in post-apocalyptic wasteland movies, was actually happening right in front of me.

"Pass down the order."

Lu Sheng lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, flicked his coat, and turned to sit back in his command chair.

"All personnel, level one combat readiness, cannons unsealed."

He exhaled a smoke ring, looking at the majestic yet ugly floating island, a hunter's excitement at seeing new prey flashing in his eyes.

"Move closer."

"Let me see which deity is ruling this garbage dump!"

P.S.: Today's update (3/4).