"What is wrong?!" When Chen Changan opened his eyes again, he was horrified to find that he was actually lying on a raft.
"I was kidnapped?
"Where is my phone?
"Where am I?"
The sea breeze blew on his face, and a seagull with a small fish in its mouth flew past leisurely. Nobody answered his doubts.
Chen Changan clearly remembered that he fell asleep in front of the computer after he finished reading 'Night City' last night. When he woke up and looked around, he only saw the vast sea.
In this vast world, there was only one sea, one raft, and one person.
Strangely, Chen Changan felt a sense of powerlessness in the face of nature.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the gap between his legs had two more things: A tome made from sheepskin and a wooden hook with a string.
When Chen Changan touched the sheepskin tome, a stream of light merged with his left palm, and one centimeter under his thumb, it condensed into the patterns of a scroll, round altar, and gold coin.
"Congratulations, you have activated the system message function!
"Congratulations, you have activated the forum function!
"Congratulations, no updates yet!"
Before Chen Changan could understand what was up with the three continuous congratulation messages, a large amount of system information once again appeared in Chen Changan's field of vision.
[Eight billion humans on Earth welcome you to the deep-sea world. There is almost no land here. Your only goal is to do your best to extend your survival time. In order to live better, you need to remember the following six points…]
[First, there is a well-known saying in the deep-sea world: "The raft is your home, and the hook is your friend."]
[Secondly, the longer you survive, the greater the danger you face. I sincerely hope that you can become stronger and live longer.]
[Third, groups with weak viability—including but not limited to the disabled, children, and the elderly—will be placed near adults. If they are willing to help, they can activate rescue missions and reward 30 days of water supplies. ]
[Fourth, do not underestimate your background and identity. Your background determines the future of most people.]
[Fifth, there are many secrets hidden in this world. Please search carefully.]
[Sixth and lastly, please be careful of any sharks or sea monsters around you!]
Chen Changan turned around.
In the sea not far away, a shark's dorsal fin loomed.
Perhaps it was because he was born with a big heart, but Chen Changan's blood supply was too stable, causing his body to calm down. Chen Changan began to think of ways to survive on the sea.
The seawater couldn't be drunk, and drinking it would only accelerate the water loss from his body.
Drinking urine or biological blood could quench thirst but only temporarily.
He couldn't do any strenuous exercises on the small boat, or it might capsize.
There was no more.
Chen Changan only had this little understanding of sea survival guides.
"Eh?" Chen Changan was surprised to find that the translucent light screen in his field of vision was gradually disappearing. In its place was a scene similar to a strategic game's background selection of characters.
[This world has billions of lives and factions. Please choose one of the three identities as your background.]
[Option 1: A nameless pirate with an iron hook.]
[Option 2: A young fisherman on a boat adventure.]
[Option 3: A wanted fallen aristocrat]
Chen Changan frowned as he carefully considered each of the three choices' pros and cons.
The first choice was to be a pirate. He might have weapons and iron hooks, so he could join the pirate camp. In the deep sea world, this might be a good choice, but he might also be pursued by other camps.
The second choice was to be a young fisherman. After choosing this option, the raft might be upgraded to a small boat. He could also choose his camp freely based on the actual situation. It would be safer.
For the third one…
Chen Changan thought about it for a while. If the respective keywords for the first and second options were weapons and safety, the keywords of the third choice were potential and danger.
Under most circumstances, a noble's background would definitely have more potential than an ordinary person. The only thing that needed to be considered was the prefix 'wanted.'
Chen Changan glanced at the raft under his feet; it didn't have the slightest ability to resist sharks, and its safety was of concern.
Be it obtaining a weapon or upgrading his ship, it would greatly increase his sense of security. On the other hand, the third option would make him wanted, reducing the chances of survival in the early stages.
"My life is more important; safety first. Therefore, I choose…" Chen Changan recalled the system notification that said, 'background determines the future of most people' and resolutely chose the third option.
[You have selected 'wanted fallen aristocrat.' Creating background…]
[Your ancestor was the respected ancestor of Yanzhao Island's
'I won the bet!' Chen Changan was overjoyed. 'With my identity as a priest, there are many resources that can be excavated. This was the case even in the modern world, where atheists abounded. Not to mention that there are still members left from Mazu's bloodline, and there is a chance that they can be converted to help me.
'This is a huge gain!'
[Before you left, you hurriedly took an item from the family's treasury. May I know what you took…]
[Option 1: An unattended military crossbow]
[Option 2: Precious distress flare]
[Option 3: Wooden statue of Mazu]
Chen Changan hesitated for a moment before choosing the third option.
Military crossbows were easy to use and could even kill sharks. Ordinary people would definitely prefer this kind of forbidden weapon, but why was the prefix of the military crossbow 'unattended?'
Chen Changan happened to know about this cold knowledge.
Bows were made of wood, animal horns, resin, and animal tendons; they were extremely sensitive to humidity and moisture. If they were at sea—where the water vapor was heavy—the range and accuracy would be greatly increased.
The second choice might seem to have the 'precious' prefix, but as long as one studied reading comprehension at middle school level and knew how to 'refer to the background' and 'refer to the context,' one would clearly know that a distress flare was useless.
As a wanted person, the most important thing for Chen Changan was not to ask for help but to hide himself and avoid being caught. If he wasn't strong enough, perhaps the 'help' that the distress flare called for could kill him in the blink of an eye for the Ximen clan's reward. In addition, as the Mazu priest, was it really good not to choose the statue?
"Congratulations, you have obtained the wooden statue of Mazu!"
[Wooden statue of Mazu]
Rarity: White
Introduction: An ancient deity worshiped in the Mazu family line. Legend has it that it once banished the ancient evil.
When you obtain excellent food or wine, you can supply it to Mazu in exchange for divine power.
After chanting, 'Mazu, please bless me,' in your heart, you will awaken Mazu's divinity, expelling the evil marine creatures nearby. This consumes a little divine power per hour.
Divine Power: (14 / 30)
Evaluation: Her potential is far beyond that!
A foot-long yellow plywood statue slowly emerged from the void and landed on Chen Changan's palm.
The statue was a young girl with her mouth slightly open and a look of anticipation on her face. She looked like a cat waiting for its owner to feed it snacks.
Chen Changan thought to himself, 'Is Mazu a foodie?'
[Finally, please give your nameless raft a name—]
Chen Changan recalled his previous life on Earth. He was a native of Henan, and apart from a certain regional black barrier, there was also a ghost ship that could never return to its homeland. He had formed an inexplicable bond with Henan.
Chen Changan reminisced about his hometown. He smiled and sighed. "It seems like I can't go back to my hometown either. Although I don't have any relatives or family, I miss my sons in the dormitory. I miss the rich and colorful online world, and I miss the old drivers who left pictures in the group chat. Hence, your name is…"
The corners of Chen Changan's lips curled up. He looked at the raft under his feet and typed in four words: "The Flying Henan People!"