# Reborn, Chasing the Light: Though Noah's Ark emerged from this thrilling, life-or-death naval battle resiliently like a phoenix rising from the ashes, it inevitably sustained some damage. The hull was riddled with holes, the decks streaked with charred marks and craters from bombardment, the power system was at one point on the verge of collapse, and some cabins were completely destroyed. However, through the united efforts of everyone aboard, a quietly resilient spirit surged within the Ark. Restoration work commenced at full speed. Skilled craftsmen, like healers, moved through every corner of the Ark. Tool in hand, they meticulously and attentively repaired the damaged planks. Each replacement plank was carefully selected to ensure its strength and ability to withstand the storms and waves that lay ahead. With exquisite skill, they seamlessly fitted the new planks into the hull, securing them securely with thick iron nails. Each hammering felt like breathing new life into the Ark. Repairing the power system was paramount. A group of technicians, versed in mechanical principles, gathered around the power unit, their brows furrowed, yet their eyes shone with determination. Faced with the complex wiring and damaged components, they remained undeterred. Some, armed with flashlights, meticulously checked every connection, searching for shorts or damage. Others carefully removed severely damaged parts, comparing them with spares to ensure the correct replacement. With their efforts, the power unit gradually emitted a steady, powerful roar, a sound like the Ark's revived heartbeat, heralding its imminent return to the embrace of the ocean. Meanwhile, others went about their business. Some cleared the deck of the ship from debris and bloodstains, removing broken planks, twisted metal, and the wreckage of battle, leaving it pristine once again. Others busied themselves repairing the cabins, from beds to tables and chairs, from lighting fixtures to storage racks. They spared no detail, striving to restore every cabin to its original state. While repairing the ark, Xiao Yi and his companions also carefully cleaned and sorted the supplies aboard the mercenary ships. Those ships were like floating treasure troves, carrying much-needed resources. They boarded the enemy ships and carefully opened each hold. The sight inside delighted them. A rich and varied food supply, including fragrant wheat-scented biscuits, canned preserved meats, and a variety of long-lasting dried fruits and vegetables, would ensure the Ark's crew no longer worried about food and clothing for a while. Medicines were also a crucial find. Various trauma medications, anti-inflammatory potions, and first aid supplies were neatly arranged on shelves. These medicines would be a vital support for everyone's health, playing a crucial role in future injuries and illnesses. Additionally, there was a large supply of fuel, ropes, tools, and advanced navigational equipment. Fuel powered the Ark's continued voyage, while ropes and tools aided in daily labor and repairs. Advanced navigational equipment served as a keen eye for their journey, allowing them to better understand the ocean's mysteries and anticipate dangers. The crew methodically loaded these supplies onto Noah's Ark, categorizing and storing them appropriately. Food was neatly stacked in designated areas of the hold, organized by expiration date and type. Medicines were carefully stored in a dry, cool area for easy access. Fuel was safely stored in dedicated containers. Other supplies were also assigned their proper places, injecting new vitality into the Ark's reserves. Finally, after countless hours of tireless effort, Noah's Ark was revitalized and set sail once again. The pristine white sails billowed gently in the breeze, like the Ark hoisting a confident sail. The ship sailed steadily across the shimmering sea, the splashing waves like cheerful notes, playing a melody of hope. Xiao Yi stood at the bow, the sea breeze caressing his face, his gaze firm and deep as he gazed out at the boundless ocean beyond. He knew the journey ahead was still shrouded in fog, filled with unknowns and dangers. This vast ocean was like a mysterious and cruel beast, poised to unleash a raging wave and devour them at any moment. Other forces lurked in the shadows, perhaps coveting their ark and its resources, like hungry wolves stalking their prey in the darkness. Then there was the unpredictable weather, sometimes sunny, sometimes stormy, each sudden change threatening to become a formidable obstacle to their voyage. Yet, Xiao Yi held no fear. He looked back and saw the eyes of his companions, filled with hope and determination. In this arduous battle, they had supported each other, endured life-and-death trials together, and their unity was as strong as steel. As long as they worked together, like a clenched fist, nothing could stop them in their pursuit of hope. The agricultural enterprise they guard is a touch of green blossoming in this desolate world, the spark that keeps civilization alive. The crops on the Ark, lovingly tended by everyone, are thriving. Those emerald green leaves, gleaming with life in the sunlight, seem to speak of tenacity and perseverance. Each plant carries their hopes for the future, their hope for rebuilding civilization. To fuel this spark of hope, they continue to wander this vast ocean. Like brave explorers, they brave every obstacle, forging ahead towards the unknown. They hope to find a suitable land on some distant shore, where they can rebuild their home and let civilization bloom anew. During their wanderings, they constantly refine their abilities. The psychics diligently cultivate, striving to further refine their powers. The psychic who can manipulate fire, through daily practice, not only controls the size and shape of his flames at will, but also makes them burn even more vigorously in the rain, adding a powerful boost to their battles. Those skilled in manipulating water have mastered even more refined techniques, able to condense water into a solid shield to ward off external attacks, or transform it into a razor-sharp water blade to deliver a fatal blow. The combatants undergo rigorous daily physical training and combat drills. They sweat profusely on the deck, practicing various combat techniques and weaponry. Whether wielding a long sword or firing a crossbow, they strive for precision and power. They understand that only by continuously improving their combat capabilities can they better protect the Ark and their companions in this perilous ocean. At the same time, they also value the inheritance and accumulation of knowledge. In their spare time, everyone gathers together to share their knowledge and experiences. Some recount ancient farming techniques, how to choose the right crops for each season and climate. Others share their sailing experiences, how to observe the stars and the waves to determine direction and weather. This knowledge, like a precious treasure, is passed on among them, laying a solid foundation for their future success. As time passed, Noah's Ark left a unique trail across the ocean. They encountered beautiful, tranquil waters, their jewel-blue waters adorned with dolphins leaping joyfully beside the boat, as if cheering them on. They also encountered violent storms, with waves as powerful as mountains, threatening to capsize the Ark. But each time, they overcame danger through sheer determination and the power of unity. During one voyage, they sighted a mysterious island in the distance. Densely forested, its peaks shrouded in mist, it seemed to conceal countless secrets. Xiao Yi and his companions were filled with excitement, suspecting this island might be the ideal place they had long sought to rebuild civilization. The Ark slowly approached the island. Upon landing, the scene before them was both exciting and challenging. The island was rich in natural resources: clear streams, fertile land, and a variety of wild fruits. However, dangers lurked within: ferocious beasts roamed the jungle, and mysterious traps lay hidden in the underbrush. But Xiao Yi and his companions didn't back down. With wisdom and courage, they gradually explored the island. They established a temporary camp and began to cultivate and plan the land. The psychics used their abilities to clear obstacles from the jungle, creating patches of land for growing crops. The combat team members patrolled and defended the camp, ensuring its safety. Through their combined efforts, a small settlement gradually took shape on the island. Over time, the settlement grew and expanded. Crops flourished in the fertile land, and during harvest season, golden waves of wheat swayed in the wind, exuding an alluring aroma. They also tamed some docile wild animals, turning them into helpful companions. They also forged strange connections with the island's mysterious creatures, who provided them with assistance at crucial moments, a gift from nature as a testament to their perseverance and hard work.Noah's Ark remains quietly anchored in the waters near the island, serving as their link to the outside world. It bears witness to the struggles and growth of the people on this land, and carries their boundless longing for the future. In this once desolate world, Xiao Yi and his companions are writing a magnificent chapter in the reconstruction of civilization with their own hands, steadily moving towards a hopeful tomorrow.

After Xiao Yi and his companions set foot on this mysterious island with great anticipation, they could not wait to start the difficult journey of clearing wasteland and planting. This island seems to be rich in natural resources, but in fact it hides countless challenges, and every step forward is full of hardships.

Initially, clearing the land was the first daunting challenge. The island's jungle vegetation was incredibly dense, with vines entwined like intricate webs, tightly restricting progress. Stout trees had deep, tangled root systems, like giant octopus tentacles, deeply embedded in the ground. Xiao Yi led the group, armed with simple tools like axes and machetes, to battle the vegetation.

The axes fell, sending wood chips flying. Each blow numbed their arms, yet the men didn't flinch. They worked in groups, some felling trees while others focused on clearing vines. However, the jungle was infested with mosquitoes. These tiny creatures seemed tireless, attacking the men in swarms. Their bites, leaving red, swollen bumps and unbearable itching, were a serious distraction and significantly reduced their work efficiency.