"To traverse the Atlantic, we need to prepare a few things. First, we must return immediately to craft a new Green Goblin Glider, because relying on just one glider to carry six people is far too slow, and it would drain energy incredibly fast; it’s practically impossible to cross the Atlantic to America on a single board. This will require exchanging one D-rank sub-plot. Zheng Zha, you handle that exchange." "Second are consumables, like anti-seasickness medicine. Also, Zhan Lan must constantly monitor for storms or any small islands suitable for landing and rest..." Zheng Zha listened to Chu Xuan's utterly flat voice, genuinely unable to fathom why someone so devoid of apparent desire or emotion would enjoy the pastime of fishing.

Was he truly hoping to catch a whale? Regardless, they soon reached Cairo. After disembarking from the gliders, the group decided to temporarily take lodging at this small hotel. Zheng Zha still had a considerable fortune stashed in this world's banks, so funding was certainly not an issue. Once he retrieved the funds, he easily booked the entire hotel.

The rest of the group retreated to their respective rooms to rest. The rest of that night passed uneventfully—nothing more than a shared dinner, some lighthearted conversation about amusing events, and a discussion mapping out future plans. Nothing remarkable occurred until bedtime, save for an agreement among them to rent a yacht the following morning to go fishing on the Nile. When the next morning dawned, everyone gathered in the living room, laughing and chatting. After a quick breakfast, the six of them headed toward the Giza Port in Cairo.

On the way, they casually picked up several fishing rods. What surprised everyone, however, was that Zero Point seemed surprisingly adept at fishing. Not only did he select the perfect rod for each person's body type and strength, but he also specifically purchased the right hooks and bait for the Nile environment. This display left Zheng Zha speechless. (Zero Point, you don't know the terrifying skill of that perverted man.

You're actually picking out such high-quality gear for him. It looks like we really are going to hook a whale this time…) Zheng Zha thought ruefully to himself. After walking a short while longer, they finally arrived at Giza Port. This time, Zheng Zha was prepared. He walked straight toward the largest yacht available, ignoring the curious glances of the others, and rented the massive vessel for double the usual price.

The yacht's owner was a burly, thick-set young Caucasian man, who, after counting the British pounds, cheerfully waved them aboard. They then set sail upstream on the Nile. This excursion, akin to a day trip, visibly relaxed everyone. After enduring a long period of struggling for survival in horror movie worlds, the group often had no emotions beyond fighting and death. This brief, relaxing trip allowed them a moment to unwind, which would undoubtedly benefit them in the battles to come, even if everyone appeared listless and sluggish for the moment.

Conversely, Chu Xuan seemed quite energetic. He sat alone by the railing of the boat and slowly began rigging his hook with bait. Once finished, he forcefully cast his line into the waters of the Nile. Zero Point chuckled and said, "Chu Xuan, do you like fishing too? You might not know this, but my angling skills are superb.

I once collaborated briefly with a few others; when we fished together, they called me the Fishing Prince…" Before he could finish his sentence, Chu Xuan yanked his rod hard, immediately reeling a Tilapia onto the deck. Chu Xuan silently unhooked the fish and then asked Zero Point, "What did you just say?" Zero Point simply smiled and replied, "It seems you're not simple either. Don't worry, I'm definitely much better than you. How about we have a little competition to see whose fishing skills are superior?" With that, he also took a seat on the edge of the boat and began fiddling with his gear. During this time, Chu Xuan had already cast his line into the Nile for a second time.

Zheng Zha watched from the cabin, glancing wryly at Zero Point and Chu Xuan. Chu Xuan, in particular, was casting fish onto the deck with almost every slight movement of his wrist—the catches were visibly transitioning from small Tilapia to larger, medium-sized fish. It seemed the nightmare of the last fishing trip was about to repeat itself, only this time, Zero Point would be the one suffering the ordeal. Zheng Zha wondered if Zero Point really had been called the Fishing Prince before—that was his own former title… "What are you thinking about?" A woman’s voice drifted over. It was Zhan Lan.

Zheng Zha turned to see her standing not far behind him, holding a tray that carried two cups of coffee. He smiled and took one cup from the tray, while she took the other. The girl took a small sip from her cup, then looked up and stuck out her tongue, her expression conveying a profound sense of bitterness. "Hehe, don't you know to add sugar and milk? Silly girl." Zheng Zha took a sip of his coffee; it was indeed intensely bitter—a cup of pure, unadulterated black coffee.

Zhan Lan laughed and explained, "I didn't want to. There were little bugs in that can of sugar. I don't know how long the boat owner has gone without drinking coffee. But the beans were sealed tightly, and they’re very dry, so brewing a cup is fine. So, what were you thinking about just now while standing by the window?" Zheng Zha smiled at the girl, then turned back, replying, "Nothing special.

I just suddenly feel very peaceful inside. After fighting on the brink of death every time, my mind and spirit feel so tightly wound, as if one more shock would snap my nerves. But thankfully, before the next horror movie starts, we have this time to rest. Oh, where are Ba Wang and Wang Xia? Where did they go?" Zhan Lan smiled, closed her eyes, and after a few seconds, replied with a smile, "Wang Xia is hiding in the inner cabin reading a book.

The title is Buddha is the Origin of... but his finger is covering the last character, so I can't see it... Ba Wang is sunbathing on the upper deck, relaxing in a large lounge chair. What about you? Aren't you going fishing?

Or doing something you enjoy?" Zheng Zha shook his head. "I feel very calm right now. Even just standing here feels wonderful. Suddenly, I don't want to wander around; I just want to stay here motionless. Hehe, I must be spacing out." Zhan Lan blinked, then suddenly said playfully, "Since you have nothing better to do, why don't you keep me company and chat?

Let’s talk about what happened after that day. After we all died at the hands of the Devil Reincarnation Squad, what did you do next? How did you resurrect Chu Xuan and the others? And how did you decide who to bring back? I’m very curious." As the girl spoke, she gently pulled Zheng Zha toward a chair.

Zheng Zha didn't resist, sitting down as he was led. Zhan Lan obediently found a chair for herself, then stared intently at him. Her focused gaze didn't suggest she was merely eager to hear his story; there was a subtle glimmer of affection in her eyes. That burning look made Zheng Zha involuntarily look away. "Uh, what should I say?

You weren't all dead at that point, were you? I miraculously returned to the 'Main God' space. Because I had killed two members of the Devil Reincarnation Squad who had unlocked their Gene Locks previously, I was lucky enough not to be erased for having negative points from the 'Main God.' Furthermore, I benefited from my clone during that battle; it gave me the hint on how to resurrect you all. So, when I got back to the 'Main God' space, I immediately exchanged for three months' time to enter this world, starting the excavation of the ruins after the City of the Dead collapsed, and I managed to find the Scripture of Resurrection that had been buried here…" "After that, I started frantically searching for sub-plots. You know, resurrecting senior members requires one B-rank sub-plot and 8000 reward points.

At that time, it was just me; I had no one to cooperate with for the resurrection, so I had no choice but to relentlessly search for sub-plots until I resurrected Chu Xuan, relying on his analytical abilities to figure out how to uncover even more sub-plots…" Before Zheng Zha finished speaking, his words were already trailing off into a quiet murmur. Yet, as he continued to ramble, Zhan Lan suddenly began to weep softly. The girl was crying even as she smiled, saying between sobs, "That’s wonderful, you’re not dead… Do you know? When I died, I wasn't afraid of anything anymore, except never seeing you again, never hearing your voice again, never being able to connect my consciousness with yours again. I was so scared…" As the girl spoke, Zheng Zha suddenly walked over and embraced her tightly.

To her look of surprise, Zheng Zha held her fiercely for a moment, then turned and walked out of the cabin. The girl was left behind, crying with emotion, because in that brief, hazy moment of being held, her lips felt as if they had been fiercely kissed, though she couldn't be sure if it was just her imagination… Zheng Zha stepped out of the cabin into the bright sunlight, which perfectly matched the brightness of his mood… Jump to