I was just fishing, how did I become a Great Old One?

On the vast ocean, the Black Pearl is cutting through the waves at an astonishing speed.

The two newly installed subwoofers on the bow of the ship were at full power, playing an extremely catchy tune called "I'm Playing in the Mud in Northeast China".

"Boom boom boom! It's such a cold winter! It's such a cold winter! Tap tap tap!"

The deafening music carried for miles on the sea breeze, stunning the sharks in the ocean so much that they floated to the surface belly up.

"This is the feeling I wanted!"

Jiang Li, wearing sunglasses and a floral shirt, lay on a beach chair on the deck, holding a glass of iced cola (frozen in his newly bought freezer), looking completely at ease.

"Team building should look like a team building event! We have to create a lively atmosphere!"

Beside him, Wang Ergou was scrubbing the deck with a mop in rhythm with a pained expression (forced to do his job). Liu Wei, on the other hand, was intently staring at the radar screen, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Boss, we're just ahead of the core area of ​​the Devil's Triangle."

Liu Wei shouted (unless he shouted, inaudible), "The magnetic field is starting to go haywire! The compass has turned into an electric fan!"

Jiang Li sat up and took off his sunglasses.

The sea ahead suddenly changed color.

The once azure sea had turned a deep purplish-black, its surface shrouded in a thick, pink mist. This mist was so viscous it resembled paste, impenetrable even to sunlight. An unsettling static electricity permeated the air, making one's hair stand on end.

"We've arrived! My flying shrimp!"

Jiang Li stood up excitedly, "Big Yellow! Smell it! Drive towards whichever smells the strongest fishy smell!"

Big Yellow lay on the speaker (it found the vibration massage there very comfortable), twitched its nose twice, then raised its paw and pointed to the left front.

"Woof!" (Over there! There's a group of big guys smelling over there! Somewhat like... moldy crabs?)

"Alright! Hard to port! Full speed ahead!"

Just as the Black Pearl was about to plunge into that thick pink fog.

"Rumble..."

Suddenly, the sea ahead began to churn violently, and rows of huge black shadows emerged from the mist, blocking their path.

Those were more than a dozen dilapidated ancient sailing ships!

Their sails were rotten, their hulls were covered with seaweed and barnacles, and on the deck stood people who were dripping wet and pale-faced... "people".

[Undead Fleet] (C+ Rank Monster Cluster)!

This is a ghost fleet composed of the spirits of those who died in this sea area. They are bound by the special magnetic field of the Devil's Triangle and have become the "watchdogs" of this place.

"Waaaaah..."

A mournful bugle call rang out, even drowning out the background music of "I Played in the Mud in Northeast China".

On the lead ship, a ghostly captain with only half a head brandished a rusty scimitar and let out a hoarse roar:

"This road...I built it...this tree...I planted it..."

"If you want to pass through here... leave behind... toll money..."

The voice carried a powerful mental attack, causing the ordinary believers (Deep Dive servants) on the ship to feel dizzy.

Jiang Li was drinking cola when he heard this and almost spat it out.

"These days, even ghosts have learned to make rhymes? And they're quite catchy."

He walked to the bow of the boat, turned off the stereo (because it was too noisy to argue), and frowned as he looked at the row of dilapidated boats blocking his way.

"Has this...run into a toll collector?"

In his eyes, this was no undead fleet at all, but a bunch of "road thugs" illegally setting up roadblocks at sea in their dilapidated fishing boats!

"Hey! Which organization are you from? Do you have a permit to charge fees?"

Jiang Li, holding a large megaphone he had just bought, shouted, "Setting up roadblocks to block passing ships is illegal, you know that? I'm calling the police!"

The half-headed ghost captain was stunned for a moment.

Call the police?

In this Devil's Triangle?

Who are you reporting this to? Poseidon, the King of the Sea?

"Stop...stop talking nonsense!"

The ghost captain was enraged, black energy surging around him. "Leave... your soul... or... die!"

At its command, the cannons on the dozen or so ghost ships (actually magic cannons that fired wraith bullets) all turned their muzzles and aimed at the Black Pearl.

"Hey! You're asking for it, aren't you?"

Jiang Li also became famous.

He hates two kinds of people the most in his life: bosses who make him work overtime and highway bullies who overcharge!

"Old Liu! Let's teach them a lesson! Bring out our main guns!"

Liu Wei (Thousand-Faced Ghost) had been itching to get started, and upon hearing this, he immediately pressed a red button.

"Buzz—"

The bow deck cracked open, and the psionic main cannon, which had been salvaged from the Explorer and modified with abyssal power, slowly rose.

The muzzle flashed with a ghostly blue electric light, powered by the lightning element core.

"This is called...the truth!"

Jiang Li waved his hand, "Fire!!!"

"boom--!!!"

A thick beam of blue-purple light shot out instantly, carrying an aura of destruction, sweeping across the sea.

Those ghost ships were as fragile as paper in front of this beam of light.

"Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions rang out.

Just one shot!

The five ghost ships blocking the way were instantly vaporized! Not even a trace remained!

The half-headed ghost captain was the first to be hit, and before he could even utter a last word, his soul was completely scattered.

The remaining ghost ships were terrified (even though they were originally ghosts).

What kind of firepower is this?!

Is this still a fishing boat? It's practically a Star Destroyer!

"Run! Run!"

The remaining undead screamed and tried to turn back.

But how could Jiang Li possibly let this group of "road bullies" go?

"Ram them! Sink them all!"

Jiang Li gave the order.

The Black Pearl let out an excited roar, and the Leviathan Heart on its hull pounded wildly, instantly increasing its speed. Like a runaway bull, it slammed into the undead fleet's formation.

"Snap! Crash!"

The hard ram at the bow (Leviathan's fangs) easily tore through the ghost ship's decaying hull.

This was a one-sided massacre.

In less than five minutes, only a pile of floating rotten planks remained on the sea surface.

"Tch, a bunch of paper tigers, who are they trying to scare?"

Jiang Li curled his lip and directed the believers to salvage the spoils of war.

"See if there's anything valuable, like gold teeth or silver rings. Don't waste it. These highwaymen have definitely plundered a lot of people's wealth. We're doing this on behalf of God, and we'll confiscate their tools of crime while we're at it."

Wang Ergou and the others happily took their nets and started scooping.

And you know what? They actually pulled up a lot of good stuff.

There were gold coins from hundreds of years ago, a sword inlaid with gemstones, and even a box of well-preserved rum.

"Not bad, not bad, we made our money back on gas this time."

Jiang Li pocketed the gold coins with satisfaction, then waved his hand, "Onward! Target—crayfish!"

……

Having broken through the blockade of the undead fleet, the Black Pearl finally entered the core area of ​​the Devil's Triangle.

The mist here turned an eerie pink color, carrying a cloyingly sweet fragrance that made one dizzy after smelling it for a while.

Sudden.

"Buzzing—"

A low-frequency noise, like the flapping of a giant fly's wings, came from all directions.

The pink mist in the sky churned violently, and strange figures emerged from the clouds.

They have pink shells, bodies that resemble upright shrimp, a pair of huge membranous wings on their backs, and heads that are oval spheres covered with tentacles. They have no obvious facial features, only countless tiny dots (sensory organs) that shimmer with colorful light.

They held strange metal cylinders in their hands, hovered in the air, and made a buzzing sound as they communicated.

Mi-Go!

Fungal organisms from the planet Yugos, an ancient kin from the technological side!

There were at least a hundred of them, densely packed together, blocking out the sky.

Holy crap!

Jiang Li looked up and his eyes widened instantly.

"This...this is the crayfish that's a local specialty?!"

Through his filter, these terrifying alien creatures transformed into giant, winged, bright red crayfish!

"This is huge! It must weigh at least 200 pounds!"

"And it can fly? Its flesh must be firm! Shrimp that exercise regularly taste the best!"

Jiang Li was so excited that he danced with joy.

"Big Yellow! Er Gou! Old Liu! Don't just stand there! Quick, grab the net! Grab the hooks! Grab the net gun we just bought yesterday! We've fallen into a lobster's den!"

In the sky.

The leader of the Mi-Go, a larger individual, is communicating in their language.

"Buzz... Low-level carbon-based biological vehicle detected... Sufficient sample quantity... Preparing for capture..."

"Buzz... The target exhibits some energy reaction... We recommend using plasma weapons for suppression..."

They raised the metal cylinders in their hands and aimed them at the Black Pearl below.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Strands of green plasma descended from the sky, carrying extremely high temperatures and corrosive properties.

"Oh ho? It can spit too?"

Jiang Li thought it was either bubbles or venom from a lobster.

"These shrimp are pretty fierce! But I like them! The fiercer the shrimp, the more nutritious they are!"

Jiang Li pulled out the pig-slaughtering knife that he had been itching to use for a long time from behind his back and brandished it at the sky.

"Come on, little ones! Come into your big brother's bowl!"

With a push of his feet, he leaped directly to the top of the mast, which was dozens of meters high.

"Big Yellow! Jump up and bite! Bite the wings! Don't bite the body, it's got lots of meat on it!"

"Woof!" (Got it! Time for the buffet!)

With a powerful push of its hind legs, Big Yellow shot straight into the sky. Utilizing its spatial folding ability, it seemed to teleport through the air and snapped its jaws into one of Mi Go's wings.

"Snap!"

The wing broke off.

The Mi-Go screamed and fell down, landing right on the deck.

"Quick! Hold it down! Don't let it get away!"

The believers, who were already prepared, rushed forward, grabbed large nets and ropes, and hurriedly tied the alien creature up like a dumpling.

"Buzz?!" (What are those monkeys doing?!)

The bird, Migo, was dumbfounded.

It was about to retaliate with its telekinesis when Wang Ergou slapped it on the forehead with a frying pan (even though it didn't have a forehead).

"Behave yourself! Or I'll make you into a spicy dish!"

At the same time, Jiang Li was also wreaking havoc in the air.

He stood at the top of the mast, waving the spare steel pipe in his hand (it was too long to be used as a fly swatter).

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Those who tried to approach Mi Goe were all swatted away by him like flies.

"This one's too skinny, no thanks! This one's nice, but it has a big belly, it's definitely got jaundice!"

Jiang Li attacked while simultaneously picking off targets.

Miguel and his men were completely thrown into disarray.

Their plasma weapons hit this human like water guns hitting a raincoat; it just slid over without causing any harm (magic immunity).

On the contrary, the opponent's steel pipe carried a rule-level shock force with every strike; as long as it touched the steel pipe, the shell would shatter!

"Retreat! Retreat! Target's level is unpredictable! Extremely dangerous!"

Leader Mi-Go gave the signal to retreat.

This isn't hunting, it's food delivery!

"Trying to run? Not so easy!"

Jiang Li panicked when he saw them trying to run away.

"Old Liu! Fire! Bomb those trying to escape! But don't use full power, don't blast them to pieces, leave them intact!"

"yes!"

Liu Wei activated the psionic main cannon again.

"Zzzzz—Boom!"

A precise electric arc shot into the sky, enveloping the group of Migos who were trying to escape.

"Squeak squeak squeak—"

A flash of electricity, and a dozen Mi-Gos, their bodies smoking, fell to the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"Perfect!"

Jiang Li jumped back onto the deck, looked at the "giant lobsters" scattered all over the floor, and laughed so hard his mouth was crooked.

"We're rich! We're rich! If this were made into spicy crayfish, wouldn't a single serving sell for tens of thousands of yuan?"

"Ergou! Take the wok off the heat! Heat the oil! Add lots of chili peppers! Add lots of Sichuan peppercorns!"

"Tonight we're having—Spicy Alien...no, Spicy Flying Shrimp!"

On the deck, a "gourmet feast" spanning the stars is about to begin.

The men, bound to the ground, stared at the large iron pot where oil was boiling, their compound eyes revealing deep despair.

Earthlings... are terrifying...