My left and right hemispheres fight each other.

"Hunting Mission Announcement Released!"

"First Hunting Mission: Look! That water will eventually flow away."

"Mission Background: The great pirate emperor Efferstein once ruled this sea, but he is dead, more than three hundred years ago."

Let alone more than three hundred years, even if he had only been dead for a second, he would have gone from an emperor to a lump of dead flesh, and would no longer be able to stop the pirates' greed.

But when his loyal subordinates and beloved women ravaged his mausoleum, they could not find the billions of gold he had possessed during his lifetime!

Legend has it that this pirate emperor buried all his precious collections, including the source of all his power to rule the seas, on the mysterious island where he was born, Andu Island.

Countless stargazers, witches, guides, sea whisperers, and priests have repeatedly testified to this legend, without exception confirming that there is not a single word of error.

For thousands of years, there have been many different theories about the location of Andu Island, but all of them have been proven false.

Now, the captain of the Bauhinia has been greeted by a terrifying and powerful guest. This man, after chatting with the captain in the captain's cabin for half a day, has been hailed as a stargazing priest and has claimed to have obtained the route to Andu Island.

The map depicting the route to Andu Island was eagerly passed around by every sailor, for the immeasurable wealth and boundless power all resided in the Blessed Sea.

Go fight, go rob, go kidnap, go seize!

No pirate… no, no sane person could remain unmoved before this!

"Mission Description: You will become an ordinary sailor in the Bauhinia Fleet, heading to the Blessed Seas to find Andu Island and the treasure left behind by the pirate emperor Everstein."

"Hunter Mission Objective: Kill the pirate emperor Efferstein!"

Or, kill all the crew members of the Bauhinia Fleet (including all the Swimmers, Protectors, Hunters, and Walkers except yourself) and all the enemies of Pirate Emperor Efferstein.

"The countdown to the Hunting Mission begins: one day from Blue Star Day."

"This is your first time starting a large task. I will automatically generate a prompt for you."

"You have activated the Hunting Premonition, and received the following hint:"

Like water flowing into water.

Chen Xin was suddenly awakened from her dream and found that Chen Jing had fallen into deep thought.

Chen Xinxuan immediately looked at the blue light screen projected on the ceiling.

The more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

Hunters seem to have higher authority, more freedom, and better conditions, which is enviable, but their mission requirements are also extremely demanding.

Visitors can choose to complete the minimum amount of the main parade tasks without striving for perfection, but hunters cannot.

After all, the hunter's task is to kill the target, and obviously, any target can only be either dead or alive.

Chen Xin had anticipated this situation.

But he didn't expect it to be so demanding.

The choice is either to kill this guy who is clearly the final boss, or to kill everyone except the final boss and oneself, even including any colleagues who might exist...

That's fucking cruel!

And what on earth is this mysterious clue? Is it a riddle?

"Hey, Chen Jing, any clues?" Chen Xin thought for a long time but couldn't come up with anything, so he could only call out to his inner voice in a low voice.

"What do you mean?" Chen Jing asked briefly.

"Uh...all? For example, which hunting target do you want to accomplish?"

Chen Jing clicked his tongue in disdain: "Can you please stop thinking about pre-arranged plans all the time?"

"First, the more precise something is, the more prone it is to errors."

"Secondly, based solely on this description, I understand nothing, so how can I make a judgment? Even if I did, it would be useless."

"Okay, do you have any ideas about this strange prompt?" Chen Xin changed the subject.

"You go first."

"Literally, it means like water flowing into water, dying in water like water? Uh... if I had to say, dying on one's own kind? An irresistible demise? An inescapable fate? Utter disappearance?" Chen Xin forced himself to rack his brains and managed to come up with a few sentences that fit the idea.

"More or less."

"What do you mean 'almost'? It's your turn to speak."

"Mine is about the same as yours."

"I don't believe you, you're just giving me the runaround."

Chen Jing rubbed his head: "It's just a simple sentence. What do you want me to say? Once you see the specifics, you'll naturally understand its true meaning."

"Sigh, isn't that why I'm so conflicted and nervous? In the movies and novels I've seen, the worlds that these infinite systems take you to are all extremely dangerous, hiding huge conspiracies, and the systems are particularly ruthless; if you don't complete the mission, you're dead."

"Hey, Chen Ying, what if I can't complete the hunting mission?" Chen Jing couldn't stand Chen Xin's chatter and simply shouted.

"Erase it," Chen Ying replied crisply.

"See, you won't die, will you?" Chen Jing smiled and glanced flippantly at the mirror in the dark room that didn't reflect any image.

"It feels even scarier now."

"Go to sleep. Who knows what might happen at this time tomorrow night?" Chen Jing turned to his side and closed his eyes to rest.

"Chen Jing, aren't you scared?"

"Why are you afraid?"

"Tomorrow, we're going to another world. It's not only unknown, but we'll also be fighting to the death. How can we not be scared? You should at least show some emotion, even if it's just excitement."

Are you trying to figure out my style?

"Uh, no, you are me, why would I be trying to figure you out?"

"Hehe." Chen Jing chuckled, thought for a moment, and replied, "I'm not excited, just a little expectant."

"Before the first hunting mission began, Chen Ying didn't grant me many permissions. After that, I should be able to use her properly."

"That's a strange thing to say."

"It's your thinking that's strange."

"..."

"..."

"Chen Jing".

"explain."

"Let's agree beforehand that we will not harm innocent people unless absolutely necessary."

"What does 'innocent' mean?"

"Stop arguing. You know what I mean. Just tell me if you agree or not."

"……Can."

"Really? You just agreed like that?"

"If you don't trust me, what's the point of me agreeing to your request?" Chen Jing said, finding it somewhat amusing.

"I...I just didn't expect it..."

"That's because you're too stupid. Profit isn't just money; it encompasses many things." Chen Jing interrupted Chen Xin's next words directly and said in a low voice, "Taking care of your own mindset is also an important part of profit. If you resort to any means, you will suffer, and my actions will no longer be free."

Night falls, and all is quiet.

The sun rises again, chasing away the stars and the waning moon.

Chen Jing consulted with Director Li and the head nurse about when he could return to the ground. After a series of mental evaluations, Chen Jing was transferred to another ward.

The assessment concluded that his mental state was excellent, his protective personality showed signs of reverting to its dominant personality, and he was confirmed to have virtually no potential to suddenly endanger society.

Furthermore, the police explained the circumstances of Chen Jing's loss of control that day, and Chen Jing was no longer classified as a mildly dangerous patient, but was instead placed in a safe area on the ground.

The moonlight re-condensed, turning the vermilion and white landscape upside down.

Most of the medical staff had already gone off duty. Chen Jing lay on his side on the large white bed in his ward, silently pondering as he looked at the deepening night sky.

"Chen Ying, I want to know, where is my physical body when I go to the mission world?" Chen Jing asked from the depths of his mind and body.

"Mr. Chen Jing, your soul and body will be delivered intact to the mission world. You will be able to return to this world once the hunting objective is completed."

"Oh? So, from this world's perspective, I suddenly disappeared?" Chen Jing pressed.

"No, in order not to interfere with your daily life, during the mission, the 'Dao Qi' main space will perfectly replicate a phantom of you and leave it in this world. It will not do anything for you, but will only avoid all your interactions in this world as much as possible, until your return or your disappearance."

"Then... what about time?"

"Mr. Chen Jing, the 'Dao Qi' main space will actively balance the time parameters of the two worlds. You are not authorized to know the specific parameters. According to my estimate, the time of this mission corresponds to Blue Star, which is approximately between 0.73 and 1.17 seconds."

"According to the mission description, we'll be sailing on the seas of the mission world for quite a while, right? It's surprising that we've only spent such a short time on Earth," Chen Xin interjected, somewhat amazed.

"Please note that this is the result of the 'Dao Qi' main space actively balancing the time flow based on the different time flow rates of each world participant's world, and is not a real difference in time flow rates."

Chen Jing ignored Chen Xin and Chen Ying's conversation. He got out of bed, walked to the window, and looked outside through the slightly open curtains.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Xin asked.

"An uninvited guest arrived tonight," Chen Jing said calmly, then turned and walked to the bedside to dial the nurses' station.

"Hey? Mr. Chen? What's wrong?" The nurse on duty answered quickly.

Chen Jing imitated Chen Xin's tone and said, "Sister, I think I forgot something in my old hospital room. Could you take me to get it?"

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Chen Jing hung up the phone, walked to the door of the ward, and silently counted the time.

"Uninvited guests? Here to see us? What do you want?"

Chen Jing knocked on the door at an irregular frequency and casually said, "I can't let him disturb the police officers' rest."

The somewhat petite nurse quickly unlocked the electronic lock, but instead of immediately taking Chen Jing to the underground, she went to the sterile room.

After putting on a sterile head cover, disposable nitrile gloves, sterile shoe covers, and a surgical mask, Chen Jing then put on a non-woven medical protective suit and placed the removed hospital gown in the nurse's hands.

"Wait for me at the emergency exit leading to the back building," Chen Jing said indifferently.

Without asking any questions or exchanging any words, the nurse silently turned and walked towards Chen Xin's ward, with Chen Jing following closely behind.

……

The autumn night was very cool. Qing City is a city in the far north, but walking in the dim light was a burly man wearing a blue vest.

He was exceptionally agile, easily scaling electric fences and infrared detectors, and could leap up several stories high to evade security personnel.

Following the path from his memory, he walked in soft leather shoes and finally arrived at the building.

"Wolf Kiss, where are you?" the burly man muttered to himself, then stared back at the building's entrance.

He glanced at the surveillance camera with a mixture of disgust and apprehension, trying to avoid its blind spots. If there were no blind spots, he could create them, since he didn't need to take the usual route.

If someone could get close enough to observe him, they would see that his face was far different from that of ordinary people, almost like a mask in a play.

Red blood filled his head, making his face and forehead flushed red, and one could vaguely see the heat flowing around his skin.

He leaped and maneuvered several times, quickly penetrating deep into the building and facing the closed iron gate to his target.

"Underground restricted area, extremely dangerous, entry prohibited for non-staff members." The red lettering on the door silently warned all intruders.

The burly man hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped forward.

"Creak..." The iron gate suddenly opened automatically, causing the burly man to hesitate before putting his foot, which had been raised for a long time, back down on the ground.

After a while, he cursed, "Who designs a sensor door in a forbidden area?!"

Suddenly relaxing from his tension, he strode inside and descended the stairs.

"This underground is quite deep." He recovered from his earlier emotions and was about to think this when he finally saw another iron gate.

He stepped forward and stomped his foot, but the door didn't budge.

He clicked his tongue, reached for the iron gate, and before he could exert any force, the gate opened quietly by itself.

"No way, are you crazy?" he muttered to himself, but still chose to walk into it.

"It's a bit dark." Only the faint light from the stairwell illuminated the place. With this meager light, the burly man peered inside and could only vaguely make out a few dilapidated doors. Apart from that, he guessed that the space inside seemed quite large.

"This is a bit different from what Yang Mang said." Just as the burly man was about to back down, the iron gate behind him suddenly slammed shut, completely blocking out the faint light behind him.

"What?" The burly man's heart tightened, and he turned around sharply, only to see complete darkness.

The world was so quiet you could almost hear a heartbeat. The burly man was about to turn on the light source he carried when several circles of light descended from the sky.

Although the light was insufficient to illuminate the entire area, the dim halo divided the world into distinct sections of light and darkness.

"Welcome to the paradise of sinners, the Eden of madmen!" A loud, chanting voice suddenly rang out from deep underground, causing the burly man to squint.

The entire space suddenly opened up, neither too big nor too small.

In this long, narrow chamber with a row of doors on each side and an even larger iron door at the far end, a person whose body was completely covered was standing opposite him.

"Who are you?" the burly man asked tentatively.

"How rude. Before asking who someone is, you don't have anything to say?" The guy, who was wearing a hood, a mask, gloves, shoe covers, and a full protective suit, had a muffled yet unusually clear and energetic voice.

"You can call me Wang Yu," the burly, red-faced man said.

"Oh, oh, oh?! It's Old Wang!" Chen Jing suddenly raised his voice, sounding very excited.

"You know me?" Wang Yu asked, searching through his memories in confusion.

"I don't know you." Chen Jing's tone changed abruptly, but he coughed twice and said seriously, "However, I do know roughly who you are. Let me think..."

After pondering for a long time, Wang Yu was almost getting impatient when Chen Jing finally clapped his hands and said, "You're the guy who oppressed Zhang Shan's assets, aren't you?"

Wang Yu felt humiliated by a madman. He impatiently rubbed his hands together, stopped talking, and began to press towards Chen Jing step by step.

"Looks like I guessed wrong, but it's probably pretty close?" Chen Jing tilted his head in realization.

"I don't care what you are, I'll beat you up first, you jerk." Wang Yu gave up thinking and suddenly leaped forward after getting within about ten steps of Chen Jing.

Just as Chen Jing was about to say something more, he realized something was wrong, so he suddenly leaned back and turned to the side.

"So fast? Half a second? No, less than a quarter of a second." His thoughts flashed like lightning, and what he fixed on in his eyes was a thick arm, as thick as a normal person's thigh, lying across his face.

Following his mental image of the space, he slashed his right hand hard at the arm, but before he could finish the movement, he felt a sudden jolt, quickly stopped the attack, and chose to leap backward.

"That was close! We were almost 15 meters apart just now, and he actually rushed over in one go?" Chen Jing chuckled and patted his chest, his exclamation sounding more like a sarcastic remark than a genuine surprise.

Wang Yu watched Chen Jing leap away like a monkey, his brows furrowing suddenly. He looked down at the upper part of his right upper arm, where a thin, long, bloody scratch had been twisted open. Noticing this, he looked at Chen Jing again and realized that the scalpel in the other's hand was stained with blood.

"No need to look anymore, your axillary nerve sheath has already been cut, huh? It's just a pity that we couldn't completely scrape off your radial nerve, otherwise you wouldn't just have a crippled shoulder now, you'd also have a crippled wrist." Chen Jing teased and provoked.

"Is that so?" Wang Yu smiled easily. He slowly raised his arm and tentatively clenched his fist. Although it was obviously not as fierce as before and had become very weak, he could still swing his fist freely.

"Hmm?" Chen Jing tilted his head, pondering something.

But Wang Yu didn't give him time; in the blink of an eye, he was up and running like lightning.

His 2.3-meter height was comparable to a giant pillar. With his extremely long arm span, he charged forward with unparalleled brute strength, swinging his arms like a sweeping spear, stirring up the wind like a tiger.

The iron fist, carrying a strong wind, narrowly missed Chen Jing's ear, but Chen Jing's movements were agile enough to make him dance on the edge of a knife.

Before Chen Jing could finish spinning around, Wang Yu's attacks came one after another. He repeatedly shattered the air, his arms swinging like a series of tiger-head hooks, each swing and slash creating a howling storm.

Chen Jing's movements were completely erratic; if one had to describe it, he was like a garbage bag discarded on the ground, shoving and rubbing against the gaps in Wang Yu's attacks.

He gripped the cold scalpel tightly in his hand, his eyes rapidly scanning his surroundings to determine his location, so that he could deliver the venomous snake at the crucial moment.

His counterattack was not a chopping motion, nor could the delicate scalpel be chopped. He simply pressed it against the flesh and blood, making inward cuts or slicing motions, quickly stopping when he reached the critical spot, never rushing forward or trying to achieve his goal.

The overhead lights continuously illuminated the silver knife in his hand, making it resemble a venomous snake's fang, poised to retaliate amidst the frantic shifts between light and shadow, posing a deadly threat to his enemies.

"Pfft!" Finally, the cold scalpel pierced into the inside of Wang Yu's elbow, but only a shallow inch in. The faint sound of the fascia tearing was muffled inside the muscle.

Wang Yu's attack was forced to stop, and Chen Jing kicked him in the thigh, taking the opportunity to create distance.

Wang Yu clutched his most severely injured left hand, staring incredulously at the guy who, despite his inconvenient clothing, was unusually agile.

"You are... a monster, aren't you?" He had to exclaim in astonishment; everything that had just happened had left him speechless.

If his opponent wasn't wearing surgical gloves, restrictive clothing, etc., how light would he be?

"Ask yourself that question first," Chen Jingping said, trying to catch his breath. He was already covered in sweat.

Wang Yu was covered in wounds. His adductor muscles were cut open, his calf fascia was ripped open, and even his Achilles tendon was lightly cut. Even though his muscles were as hard as cowhide and incredibly tough, Chen Jing's strength was enough to seriously injure him.

However, Wang Yu's legs were not completely ruined as a result. He was still moving very fast. In the end, he was forced to stop because his forearm flexor tendon and the superficial area of ​​the median nerve were severely cut.

Wang Yu slowly straightened up. His pectoral muscles had been cut open in several places, and this movement immediately caused the wounds to burst open, spurting blood everywhere.

He glanced at the crimson stain on his hand, his gaze toward Chen Jing growing increasingly serious.

"However, you've already missed your chance. Even in your prime, I could barely keep up with your movements. Even if you defied your physiological structure and could move without relying on your muscles, it's useless now. Your movements are at least somewhat restricted because of it." Chen Jing rubbed the blade in his hand and said with a smile.

In fact, he was also feeling somewhat muscular now. Wang Yu's body was simply not human. He hadn't even touched the bones or the joint cartilage; he had only cut through the muscles and tendons, yet it was as difficult as butchering an ox or breaking an elephant's hide.

Therefore, although he said those words, he actually had no desire to launch an attack and was still panting silently.

However, Wang Yu did not panic. He simply took a deep look at Chen Jing, who was sixteen steps away from him, and then began to exhale deeply, suppressing his emotions.

"Oh?" Chen Jing looked at him curiously.

As Wang Yu breathed, the redness on his face began to spread throughout his body, filling his entire body with a blood-red hue.

Even though his body was still leaking blood everywhere, his blood pressure seemed to be rising continuously. His whole body was suffocating from the surging blood, as if it was about to burst, and his swollen flesh bulged like a balloon.

The flowing blood began to gush out, and the splatter-like wounds began to pump outwards. When this reached its peak, the muscles on his body, which had already burst through his clothes, began to tighten rapidly again.

Soon, he turned into a huge lump of muscle, comparable to a madman's mountain of flesh, his whole body red.

"Tight muscles stop bleeding, and tough, knotted flesh replaces the function of tendons? That's so illogical." Chen Jing pondered, rubbing his cheek.

"Again!" Wang Yu roared, his voice like a tiger's roar or a lion's roar, shaking the entire space.

His arms were as thick as a man's waist, compressed to the limit, and filled with boiling blood. The power he possessed had exceeded Chen Jing's expectations.

Just as the sound waves were beginning to hurt Chen Jing's ears, a wave of intense heat rushed towards him.

Chen Jing instinctively bent down and thrust out the scalpel, but his eyes, red from enduring the pain, clearly saw that the deep, ravine-like muscle texture actually snapped the scalpel he had hastily handed out.

"Slam..." Chen Jing threw away the hilt of his knife and hurriedly turned his body, trying to escape in a panic. But just as he escaped Wang Yu's downward slam, a heavy kick followed closely behind.

In a flash, Chen Jing curled up and raised his arms to protect his chest and abdomen, then...

"Bang!" He was kicked more than ten meters away, and only stopped when he hit the wall.

The impact, comparable to a car accident, caused the old wall behind him to shake slightly. After falling, Chen Jing felt excruciating pain in his heart and lungs, his internal organs churning, and he opened his mouth as if to vomit up his liver and gallbladder to relieve the force of the fall.

Fortunately, the opponent's attack came suddenly and was the third move in the series. His previous efforts were not in vain. Even if muscles replaced tendons, they could not achieve perfection, which caused him to waste his strength.

Otherwise, he could very well have been severely injured by this attack and rendered incapable of moving again.

Chen Jing gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet, just in time to see the smug Wang Yu gradually approaching.

"Haha! Monkey! Jump, jump again! I can make countless mistakes, but as long as I hit you once, you're finished! Hahahaha! This is the true essence of our strength!" Wang Yu laughed wildly, his steps steady and fast. The man, who was three times bigger than him, was like a walking tank, pressing forward.

But before he could finish laughing, he froze in place like a toy that had run out of power.

Even though his opponent had been disarmed, with scalpel fragments still lodged in his muscles, it should have been his turn to be arrogant. But the strangely dressed madman in front of him, who had long puzzled him, was still holding something in his hand.

He tried to focus his gaze, but he couldn't calm down at all. His hair stood on end and his muscles trembled, because what was pointed at him was the dark muzzle of a gun.

He was stunned and at a loss for what to do.

Chen Jing's movements were neither professional nor standard; in fact, they were quite strange.

He stretched out his arm, his body turned to the side, without even aiming, as if afraid of not being far enough from the muzzle of the gun.

In that brief instant, in just a second, he had already pulled the trigger, ignited the primer, and fired the bullet!

Wang Yu was still in a daze, but the mental breakdown caused the fighting spirit hidden in his body to surge wildly. Under the pressure of life and death, he followed his instinct for survival and mobilized all his strength to shift as far away from his original position as possible.

"Bang!" The dark barrel burst forth with an extremely short and bright flame, white with a hint of orange, surging together with the shock wave that exploded from the muzzle and the sharp gunshot that shattered the air!

The bullet shot out at an incredible speed, invisible to the naked eye, and almost simultaneously, Wang Yu crashed to the ground.

He first touched his forehead in disbelief, and his muscular temple was suddenly ripped open—the bullet had grazed his head!

A dent ran across his cheek from the scrape, and his proud, engorged muscles couldn't stop the tiny piece of metal in the slightest. It was almost a fatal wound!

Wang Yu was initially overjoyed, but then felt a sense of dread.

Immediately, a fierce and rapid surge of courage rose into my mind!

"Ugh!" he roared, suddenly springing up and sprinting at a speed that was normally insignificant to him, towards the ten meters that were usually so short!

At this moment, he charged forward like a human lightning bolt. This reckless, all-or-nothing charge would terrify even bears and make tigers and leopards tremble with fear!

But Chen Jing's response was only another gunshot rang out against the wall!

Wang Yu was too fast, and his movements weren't just straight and reckless; he also constantly shifted his direction, making him extremely difficult to hit.

Chen Jing decisively pulled the trigger, igniting the primer. His indifferent action caused the gunpowder to ignite, and a spent cartridge case was thrown into the air, tumbling high above. Along with it, a wisp of extremely faint, thin, yet stubbornly rising white smoke danced.

The first gunshot shattered everything, impacting all directions of the area, and was almost entirely bounced back by the special walls, creating a resounding echo.

At that very moment, a second gunshot rang out with overwhelming force, echoing back in harmony with the recoil, the sounds of the wind mingling together!

The cold, hard metal flashed with an arc of light, and the hollow-pointed bullet spun through all obstacles, plunging headlong into the fragile human eye and breaking into the vast ocean that should have been a place where free will roamed freely!

Blood spurted out, thick fluid gushed out, and its heavy body crashed to the ground with the force of the torrent, unwillingly sliding out of the distance it had not yet completed in its charge.

The intense, exhilarating action came to an abrupt end, leaving only a rapidly cooling lump of meat.

"What are you yelling about? I told you not to disturb the police officers' rest, and now look what's happened, are you satisfied?" Chen Jing shook his wrist helplessly, complaining.

"Ballistic trajectories have a fixed margin of error; you really think I can't hit you?"