Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

On the communication screen, the silhouette of the raven representing the BOSS is shrunk to one side, and everyone's avatars are also displayed on the screen. The software can automatically assign kings and serial numbers to everyone.

After a huge die spun around on the screen a few times, the crown representing the king appeared on Karasuma Renya's portrait.

“It seems I am the king, so I will choose number 7. Number 7, please dance.” Karasuma Renya said with a smile after a moment of contemplation.

A flash of light appeared on the screen, and a serial number appeared next to each person's avatar.

Number 7 is Granbury.

Everyone looked at Granbury with a hint of interest, and Vermouth even led the applause.

Gin coldly watched Granburg stand up, walk effortlessly to the center of the stage, and perform a dance that was affected, crooked, and wildly exaggerated, with no idea what it was all about.

Lafitte covered his eyes: "What is this? It's polluting my eyes!"

"Have you ever heard of the traditional Chinese 'Flying Swan Dance'? It's an ancient Chinese court dance that only the emperor could watch. Don't you have any taste?" Chu Ming rolled his eyes. He learned it when he was bored and watching "Empresses in the Palace" back in the day.

"Court dance? The Dance of the Startled Swan?" Bourbon swirled his glass, his tone sarcastic. "All I see is a gorilla shaking its head."

"I don't blame you for having bad eyesight, as long as the boss likes it." Chu Ming snorted coldly, then turned and moved closer to the boss. "Right, boss? Did I dance well?"

"Great job." The boss promptly gave a positive review, which only fueled Chu Ming's arrogance. He stood tall and proud, like a victorious rooster, and sat back down in his seat.

Gin sat silently watching this farce unfold. Since the boss got involved, they'd played it several times, but he hadn't been called out, or rather, no one else had been called out.

But why is it called a farce? Because ever since the boss got involved, all the kings have become bosses, and the people the boss chooses, no matter which number they pick, are all Granbury.

Realizing that the boss was cheating, Gin silently lowered his eyes. The boss's image in his mind completely collapsed, leaving not a trace.

He never imagined that the boss could be so approachable and play such childish games with them, and he certainly never imagined that the boss would even think of cheating to tease Granbury in such a boring game...

Granburg, who had been constantly ordered by his boss to sing, dance, do handstands, splits, and do this and that, finally exploded. He stood with his hands on his hips, puffing out his cheeks, and bluntly said, "Boss, did you cheat? Did that software bastard suck up to you and deliberately give you control of the software?"

Gin thought the boss would be angry after hearing this, but instead he heard the boss say with a smile, "How can something that's just luck be called cheating?"

"..."

After seeing Granburg speechless for a moment, Gin pulled out a computer from somewhere and started typing away on the keyboard with a smug smile on his face.

Sure enough, in the next round, the crown representing the king was placed on Granbury's portrait. He looked at the computer screen and said arrogantly, "Number 3, transfer two hundred million to my account."

The people around him all had a look of disbelief, and they were all looking around to see who this unlucky guy who was about to send money to someone else was.

A moment later, those who saw the serial numbers after their profile pictures silently lowered their heads.

Good grief, it's actually the boss?

Granbury is indeed terrifying.

They even dare to extort money from the boss.

The scariest thing was that a moment later, Granburg's phone rang, and the BOSS's gentle voice came through: "It's over, let's move on to the next round."

"..." Everyone sat stiffly in their seats. Good grief, so this is the BOSS playing with kids? Are we just part of your game too?

Gin silently picked up his glass and poured himself a drink. Judging from his posture, the BOSS completely ignored them. It was a mystery what Granburch had done to gain the BOSS's favor.

In the next round, Granbury once again blatantly cheated in front of everyone and became king.

Gin raised his glass and took a sip, watching everyone drinking listlessly, when he heard Granburg speak up: "Number 7, give me your spot, you can retire."

"Cough cough cough—" The coughs from everyone inexplicably became synchronized, and Gin's hand holding the glass trembled slightly, because of Number 7—

—It's the BOSS.

Gin forced his trembling hands to steady himself. This Granburg really dared to speak up. What exactly did the BOSS value in him?

Even the BOSS was speechless at Granburg's sudden words. He paused for a long time, and then everyone heard a faint rustling sound from the other side.

Gin watched as Number 7 behind the BOSS's portrait and Number 3 behind his portrait slowly switched places, and then he heard the BOSS speak: "Gin, a bet is a bet. In that case, Granburg will be the leader of the action team from now on."

"..."

"..."

The scene fell silent instantly. Everyone looked at Granburg and the Boss, who were making no attempt to hide their cheating, with expressions of mixed feelings and a hint of sympathy on their faces as they looked at Gin.

Tragic, utterly tragic. Ever since Granburg started sometimes challenging the boss, it seems like they're the ones who always suffer...

Feeling everyone's gaze fall on him, Gin silently leaned back in his chair. He really was part of this two-person game...

What kind of life does Gin lead in this world?

I couldn't find time to update today QAQ, so I can only use some of my previous extra chapters to fill the gap QAQ

This concludes this side story. It's a parody, unrelated to the main story, so just enjoy it for fun!

Chapter 572 It’s all fake

The bullet sparked as it collided with the cave ceiling, quickly igniting the gas in the ceiling. As the flames approached, Gin flipped and leaped into the cabin, slamming the door shut behind him.

Water poured down in an instant, overturning the mast and flooding the cabin through the gaps. The entire cabin was filled with water, and the huge sailboat trembled and rocked in the water, slowly rising to the surface.

The moment the water entered, Chu Ming swam towards the warehouse. He had placed underwater miniature bombs in several locations on the boat before entering, since he didn't intend for the boat to successfully land. These so-called treasures were all fake, and if someone secretly hid one in their pocket after landing, things would be disastrous...

So, taking advantage of the pressure from the explosion at the top of the cave and the rushing water, Chu Ming pressed the switch on the bomb. These miniature bombs were specially prepared by Chu Ming. The explosion was not loud and the range was not very wide, but this ship was already three hundred years old. Even if the bomb was small, it was enough to blow it away.

The slight explosion was not noticeable in the surging sea; all that could be heard was that the ship could not withstand the pressure of the violent rocking, and the bottom of the ship burst open.

Chu Ming watched Conan and Ran gazing at each other beautifully in the water, sharing a miniature oxygen tank. He ignored them, after all, anyone could die in the sea, except for these two main characters.

Carrying an oxygen tank, Chu Ming found Gin and Lafitte floating sideways next to a large wooden plank. He used the system to sense Vermouth's location and gestured for the two to follow him.

They were not far from the sea surface, and the pressure was not high. The group successfully found Vermouth, who had taken the airship to the sea surface to wait as soon as the storm stopped. At this moment, she was looking anxiously at the seabed, her face full of worry, and she seemed to be thinking about something. She was so focused that she didn't realize what was happening until Chu Ming and the others had already boarded the boat.

"How did you get up here?" Vermouth asked, somewhat surprised. "Wasn't it said that the underwater earthquake was blocked?"

“If we can’t find another way out, then let’s find another way.” Lafitte smiled and looked at Vermouth. “I didn’t expect you to care about us more than you seem. You’re looking at the seabed with such concern. Do you think something has happened to us?”

Chu Ming secretly rolled his eyes. You know what, you really don't know what, he would bet all his points that not a single bit of the worry in Vermouth's eyes was for Lafitte. After all, in Vermouth's eyes, what was there to worry about with a few old perverts? What she was worried about was nothing more than her dear angel.

Sure enough, the next second, Vermouth spoke with a smile: "Of course, the three of you are the backbone of the organization. If you were all trapped, I would definitely have to find someone to rescue you. I heard that a girl was also kidnapped by two bounty hunters. Have you seen her?"

"I found him, and I even took care of him. After all, we can't let others know that we found the treasure." Chu Ming said menacingly, deliberately trying to cause trouble.

Vermouth's smile almost crumbled: "Re-resolved? How was it resolved?"

"What else can we do? Of course, it's—" Chu Ming raised his hand and made a snapping gesture, "Those two bounty hunters didn't even last a single move against me before they fell down."

"What—huh? A bounty hunter?" Vermouth's face, which had already turned pale, felt her heart plummet again upon hearing the second half of the sentence. "You—"

"Huh? What's wrong with me?" Chu Ming asked knowingly. "Sister is also interested in those two? Sigh, you should have said so earlier, or I would have brought them back to you."

Vermouth glared at Chu Ming secretly. This kid knew perfectly well who she wanted to ask, yet he was just joking around with her.

Since Gin is still here, Vermouth can't keep staring and asking questions. A casual chat is fine, but if she asks too many questions, given Gin's keen senses, he'll definitely realize something's wrong, which could put Ran in danger.

"Where is the treasure? We need to send someone over—" Vermouth asked, remembering the message she had received earlier that told her to quickly have the organization send a ship.

"Did you notify them?" Chu Ming turned to look at her.

"Not yet, I'm sending messages to nearby outposts now," Vermouth said, taking out her phone.

Chu Ming quickly stopped him: "Don't send it anymore, the treasure will be gone."

As Lafitte steered the speedboat, he asked, "What happened underwater? I think I heard an explosion."

He saw Chu Ming dart towards the warehouse like a fish, and thinking of the treasures inside, he wanted to follow and see if he could help. But a wave surged over him, knocking him far away and nearly crashing into the mast.

As he gripped the door frame to steady himself, looking at the wood that was almost deformed by the water, he suddenly heard a faint explosion coming from the direction of the warehouse.

Chu Ming glanced at Lafitte with some surprise. He hadn't expected that Lafitte could still hear that faint explosion under those circumstances. Sure enough, there were no easy people in the organization.

"When the water rushed in, I went towards the warehouse, hoping to salvage something. But when I got to the shelves, I found the crates had exploded. In my haste, I only managed to grab what I thought was the most valuable item from the shelf. I couldn't have come all this way for nothing. The rest of the stuff is probably gone somewhere now. Calling for a boat is useless. I'll just go back to the island to pick up Chianti and the others and head back together..."

As Chu Ming spoke, he took out a small box from his pocket. The light red wooden box still had clear patterns even after three hundred years. The box did not look decayed at all, and it was indeed priceless at first glance.

Gin took the box and examined it carefully. The box was a single piece with no gaps at the top or bottom, but when he shook it gently, he could hear something rattling inside. When he tapped the wooden box, he could feel that it was indeed empty inside.

"It looks a bit like a Chinese puzzle box." Gin examined it carefully for a while, his brows furrowing slightly. "I'll have the people at the research institute take a look when we get back."

“This is something from China three hundred years ago. It can’t be cheap stuff in such a secure box. I have a good eye!” Chu Ming raised his eyebrows smugly. “It’s settled then. The researchers can study it, but the stuff is mine. This is a trophy I got in a life-or-death situation.”

"..." Lafitte rolled his eyes without any attempt to hide it. "Look at you, so clueless. Those jewels look dull, and even though they've been in caves for years, they still feel warm to the touch. I bet most of them are fake, and the artwork too—many are copies. If I hadn't seen that the gold was real, I would have doubted whether this treasure was even real..."

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How could you spot that?

Chapter 573 So sour

Although shocked, Chu Ming didn't show it on his face. Anyway, the thing was already sunk to the bottom of the sea, so he wasn't afraid of being exposed. He simply rolled his eyes and said, "You're like that fox who says the grapes are sour because he can't reach them."

Lafitte retorted angrily, "Are you doubting my judgment? I come from a prominent family; I've seen more antiques than you've eaten salt!"

"Tch, I eat less salt because I have a light palate."

Chu Mingcai didn't believe it. Gin had clearly told him before that although Lafitte came from a large family, it was a branch family that was actually struggling financially...

Lafitte ignored Chu Ming and handed over control of the speedboat to Vermouth, then took the box from Gin's hand and began to examine it carefully.

He was quite proficient in these kinds of intricate mechanisms, and right now he was turning the box over and over, pushing and pulling it to see if he could find any hidden mechanisms.

Chu Ming was speechless. He pulled a sharp knife out of his pocket and said, "What are you researching? Let me handle this. I'll take it apart completely for you."

Lafitte dodged Chu Ming's outstretched hand: "Can you not be so rough? This kind of antique puzzle box that has never appeared before is almost priceless on the market. People who get it would love to keep it as a treasure. And you, you want to crack it open, don't you?"

Chu Ming sheathed his knife. This wasn't some antique box at all; it was just an ordinary puzzle box he'd randomly found in the system, which he'd aged with a potion...