The four didn't have to wait long before the wind carried the scent of the first ship.
It was a small wooden raft with three contestants standing on it. Each contestant had red skin, but their hair was gray. One of them had gray hair mixed with a little white. He was barefoot and looked excitedly at the pursuer and the demon who was poling the bow of the raft.
"Ah, are you all contestants from the Blue Star Dragon Kingdom? My goodness, it's an honor to meet you all, I...I...I..." The contestant with gray hair mixed with a few white hairs looked extremely excited, but he kept stammering for a long time without getting to the point. Xiao's patience was almost worn out. He threw down his bamboo pole, pulled out Pu Yuan, pointed the spear tip at the contestant, and said coldly, "What is your purpose?"
The contestant was quite startled, but then heard a gentle and refined voice from inside the cabin: "Xiao, don't be rude." "I apologize, Lord Zhongli." After hearing Zhongli's words, Xiao and Pu Yuan put away their tools, picked up the bamboo pole, and continued to act as boatmen. Wendy then moved closer to Xiao and asked, "Are you tired? Do you want to rest?" "No need." Xiao shook his head; the strength of an immortal's arms was naturally beyond question.
Before long, Zhongli emerged from inside. His majestic golden eyes softened slightly for some reason. He looked at the three contestants and said, "Guests are always welcome. Please forgive our rudeness earlier." "Not at all, it was our fault." The three contestants quickly bowed. Although they clasped their hands together and bent their waists slightly, Zhongli understood that this was their etiquette and a sign of respect for him.
Zhongli waved his hand, and a thin stone slab appeared in his palm. The slab was very smooth, but Zhongli lightly touched it with his finger, and words appeared on the smooth stone, carved into it. Stone fragments fell into the sea, and soon a new contract was completed. "As long as you agree, you will be under our protection." Zhongli raised his arm slightly, and the stone slab flew to the three people. One of them read the contents, discussed it with his companions, found it feasible, and nodded in agreement.
A groove appeared on the stone slab, and the contestant pressed his finger down without thinking. A majestic voice rang in his mind: "The contract is complete. Those who break their word shall be punished by the Devouring Rock." Then, the stone slab disappeared, and he could feel a thin shield around the small raft. Then he saw the gentleman walk back into the cabin.
“Mr. Zhongli means you can leave now,” Xiao said calmly. “He has set up a shield for you that can withstand attacks from sea monsters. If your lives are in danger, the shield will also form around you. So, leave quickly.” “Okay, okay, we’ll go right now.” The three nodded repeatedly and rowed away on their small raft.
Many ships came, and Zhongli signed quite a few contracts. Although rocks will eventually wear down over time, contracts are real. Zhongli memorized each contract and looked at his old friend, Wendy, who was playing the piano and singing. The wind carried the song far and wide, and it seemed that the entire sea had quieted down, with only the bard's song being heard.
"Oh~ It seems you're adapting well? Hahaha, I am Manager Number Thirty-Three, in charge of this national destiny. Well then, without further ado, let's have some fun?" The announcement from the sky suddenly rang out, and Wendy stopped singing, looking somewhat puzzled.
This time, the broadcast was different from the usual emotionless and cold mechanical voice; instead, it was a deep, emotional voice from a middle-aged man.
"Let me see? Hmm, everyone's alive. That makes the game even more fun. As you can see, this is all ocean, no land. That tall tower in the distance is called the Tower of Trials; the veteran players will know it, so let me introduce it to the new players..."
The rules are as they are, and naturally, there are new rules governing the nation's destiny. Since everyone will be navigating an entire phase of the nation's destiny at sea, upgrading ships requires planks, as you all probably know.
Every night, a hidden threat from the seabed strikes, and once you fall into the ocean, death is the only outcome.
We'll discuss the remaining game rules later.
Have a wonderful evening, everyone.
The broadcast disappeared, and Wendy glanced at the chat area, which exploded again.
"So annoying." The Tracer sat up. "That useless manager and all that nonsense, what's the difference between them saying nothing and not saying anything at all?" "Oh dear, don't be like that. At least, it's dangerous at night, isn't it?" Wendy smiled. "That's good news, isn't it? You've been lying in bed all day. Do you want to go inside and rest?" "Too much trouble, I'll stay here." The Tracer glanced at Wendy, and seeing that the concern in Wendy's eyes seemed genuine, his tone softened slightly. "Thank you for your concern."
“We’re teammates, so of course we should take care of you, right, old man?” Wendy chuckled, then turned to Zhongli, who was studying the slot machine. Hearing Wendy’s words, Zhongli simply said, “As long as you don’t drink, taking care of you a little is no problem.” “Stingy,” Wendy muttered. “Wendy, do you want to rest?” Xiao asked, stepping down from the bow of the ship.
Wendy shook his head. He had barely moved all day and was in great spirits. He brought up the National Fortune interface and found that the Prayer interface was now open. However, the multipliers seemed to have changed. Before, it was a guaranteed purple pull every ten pulls, but now it's a guaranteed blue pull every ten pulls, a guaranteed purple pull every one hundred pulls, and a guaranteed gold pull every two hundred pulls. Even miHoYo would say they're even unluckier than him!
However, the variety of items increased, including tea, wine, water, snacks...
There are even various characters and equipment.
However, those characters' equipment were all gold and purple, and Venti didn't want to bother with that. Gacha pulls were no longer very meaningful to him, and he didn't even recognize these characters. He would only pull if he needed them.
It's not as good as a slot machine. A slot machine lottery can provide the most basic food, water, and planks. Praying is just icing on the cake, improving one's life.
The food they obtained was all wrapped in a film; they could open it and eat it if needed. Wendy took out a capsule, put all the food inside, and then took out an apple. Apples were the best—crisp and sweet. "Want one too?" Wendy handed the apple to the Tracker. The Tracker frowned slightly but didn't refuse, taking a bite.
"Too sweet." The tracer frowned. He really couldn't stand this kind of sweet stuff, but the apple was still crisp, much better than the sticky dessert.
(I updated again, happy~)
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