Chapter 20 Siren Cola Must Have Ice!

[Area] [Raft Survival] [12478/36500]

While I'm still struggling to make ends meet, this big shot has already started improving his lifestyle.

I'm a student, could you give it to me for free?

[Thanks, F! I collected a lot of materials at the coordinates and upgraded my raft to level 3.]

[fzy, you're so selfish! You have so many resources you don't know what to do with them, and you won't give them to us!]

The channel was crowded and noisy, and once the conversation started, it would flood the screen. There were sarcastic remarks, expressions of gratitude, and flattery... Fang Zhiyi took it all in without showing any emotion.

However, there are advantages to having a large number of people; with a larger base, you can find quite a lot of random and miscellaneous items.

Fang Zhiyi picked and chose, exchanging several items that others couldn't use.

Musical Bonsai

[They can sing and dance, adding a touch of brightness to your barren life at sea]

[When charged, it will play personalized background music based on the scene.]

Fang Zhiyi's raft had a solar generator. Once connected to power, the originally wilted little red flower in the potted plant raised its head proudly, its leaves swaying from side to side, playing a light and soothing melody.

You now have a new positive effect called "Relax," which provides 10% stamina recovery.

Fang Zhiyi originally intended to add some entertainment facilities to the raft. After all, in the post-apocalyptic world, if you're constantly on edge, you'll either go crazy or become abnormal. He just didn't expect the musical bonsai he received would have this effect; he really got a lucky break.

Scroll down to find the other items you received in the exchange.

Sofa design drawings

Ice maker design drawings

Upon selecting "use," the design drawings vanished in a wisp of white light. Since all the necessary materials were available, it was immediately constructed.

A single sofa appeared out of nowhere in front of me, with armrests on both sides and a cloud-like soft cushion on the seat, making it feel like you were sinking into it.

Fang Zhiyi tried it out and found that he could sit on it and control the raft.

There was an ice maker next to it. I poured in some mineral water, and after about 5 seconds, I heard a "whoosh" as crystal-clear ice cubes fell into the glass. Then I poured in some cola, and transparent bubbles floated in the liquid, making my mouth water just looking at it.

He drank half a glass in one gulp and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Sure enough, cola still needs ice.

Listening to music, leaning against the sofa cushions, and holding an ice-cold Coke, if it weren't for the crashing waves outside the window, one would think they were on a beach vacation.

The raft continued its journey.

The wind and waves outside were strong, and the icy seawater crashed against the walls, but the control room remained completely unaffected. There was no shortage of wood, and the campfire was kept burning, maintaining a comfortable temperature of 26°C—neither too hot nor too cold—and emitting the aroma of roasted orange peels.

Perhaps unable to bear seeing him so leisurely, the music bonsai bobbed its head and switched to an exciting and stimulating background music, which sounded like the theme song from Pirates of the Caribbean.

Encouraged by the music, the raft sprinted forward, riding the waves and gaining an additional [acceleration] effect, providing a 10% speed boost, leaving Chu Zhao's raft far behind.

Fang Zhiyi was caught off guard and was jolted, so he had to sit up and take control of the raft's direction.

The symphony was stirring, one wave higher than the next, and Fang Zhiyi was gradually drawn into the rhythm, humming along with the music. When he came to his senses, the journey that originally took a day had been shortened to two-thirds.

We've arrived at our destination.

The sea here is a darker color, with pale gray shadows floating on the seabed, giving one an ominous and dangerous feeling.

Fang Zhiyi slowed down.

The musical bonsai also complemented the environment, playing a somber and melancholic tune, as if lamenting the cruelty of a lover who abandoned her in the cold and dark depths of the sea. The mournful melody alone gave me goosebumps.

Fang Zhiyi suddenly realized: "Change it to another one..."

Before the words were finished, Little Red Flower covered its head with its leaves and huddled motionless in the soil. The singing wasn't coming from the potted plant, but from the sea.

The sea was draped in a veil of moonlight.

One by one, figures emerged from the water. They had thick, curly hair and delicate, beautiful features. They were playing, combing their hair, or singing, and they looked exceptionally beautiful.

The song drifted from afar, enticing the heart and soul.

Unbeknownst to them, the raft veered off course and came to the edge of a swirling current. The ocean current surged, opening its terrifying maw, swallowing everything in its path.

Fang Zhiyi suddenly swerved the rudder, narrowly avoiding the whirlpool. Had he been any slower, he and the raft would have been smashed to pieces.

But it was still too late.

The whirlpool had a very strong suction force, and the raft was uncontrollably tossed and rocked by the waves. As the whirlpool drew closer, the fragments of the raft could be seen floating and sinking inside.

Fang Zhiyi turned the rudder with all his might, gritting his teeth and struggling against the whirlpool and undercurrents, maintaining a precarious balance. His strength was dropping rapidly, and the raft was constantly being damaged and repaired. If the stalemate continued, there would only be one outcome for him: exhaustion and crashing into the whirlpool.

This can't go on any longer.

It would be difficult for him to contend with the power of nature on his own; he needed to find another way out.

Beads of sweat streamed down Fang Zhiyi's face, blurring his vision. He knew perfectly well that he couldn't afford to panic at this moment; panic and fear would only hasten his death. Calm down, calm down... there must be a way.

He stared at the whirlpool on the sea surface, the seawater churning in one direction, forming a funnel shape, the space getting smaller and smaller. Every few seconds, a wave would surge in the opposite direction, carrying debris from the ship out of the whirlpool.

A bold idea popped into my head.

Rather than slowly dying here, it's better to take a gamble and actively enter the whirlpool. As long as you seize the opportunity to meet the countercurrent, you'll definitely be able to escape.

Time was running out for him. Fang Zhiyi made a decisive move, taking out the last strength potion from his [Advanced Potion Set]. Instead of drinking it, he bit into it. He then released the rudder, letting the raft plunge into the whirlpool.

The current in the whirlpool was fast, causing the raft to spin and rock, and things on the deck tumbled and crashed to the ground. Fang Zhiyi steadied himself, his eyes clear.

Now!

A surge of countercurrent crashed against him, and Fang Zhiyi gritted his teeth, smashing the glass bottle containing the strength potion with a "crack," as a slightly hot, warm current flowed into his throat.

Strength +50%!

Fang Zhiyi unleashed a powerful force, took control of the rudder, and crashed head-on into the waves.

Bang--

The waves were extremely fierce, crashing heavily against the raft, sending it flying high into the air before crashing back down. The immense impact made Fang Zhiyi dizzy and his ears ring. He bit his tongue to stay awake and, using the force of the waves, escaped the whirlpool in one go.

"Cough cough..."

Fang Zhiyi coughed up a mouthful of blood, reached down and touched it, and found a shard of glass embedded in his lip. But he felt no pain at all. He pulled the glass shard out and looked back. The undercurrent was swirling and making a rushing sound, as if it was unwilling to let its prey escape.

It's finally out.

Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. After the brief outburst, his shoulders and arms felt sore and numb.

There was no chance to rest. He twitched his fingers, wanting to seize the time to leave this place of trouble.

But things didn't go as planned.

Looking up, she met the gaze of the sirens. Their eyes were narrowed, filled with the greed and ignorance of wild beasts. Beneath their beautiful skin, their finger bones were sharp as scimitars, and behind their delicate lips lay blood-stained fangs.

The sirens silently surrounded them.

Behind them, treacherous undercurrents lurked; before them, a malevolent siren lay.

Fang Zhiyi turned the raft around and aimed the dark cannon at the sea, intending to use firepower to drive back the sea monster.

He took out his ammunition, but before firing, he suddenly remembered something written in the pirate captain's diary—the poison bottle used to kill the sea monster was obtained in exchange for the siren. Did that mean the siren was communicable?

Fang Zhiyi hesitated for a moment, then looked at the siren again.

The sirens surrounded the raft, their tails leaping out of the water, their scales shimmering with a delicate luster as they swam.

They didn't attack the raft; instead, they seemed to be asking for something.

A note from the author:

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