Navigator: I have a double six-story house

Chapter 134

Su Qing opened her eyes.

Do not!

To be precise, it was "he" who opened his eyes.

He stood on the deck of a small, dilapidated boat with its mast's canvas covered in patches.

The wooden planks underfoot creaked underfoot, and a sign hung at the bow of the boat, the words so blurred they were almost illegible.

Su Qing wanted to raise her hand, but couldn't; she wanted to take a step, but couldn't.

He was trapped in this body, only able to see, hear, and feel.

A line of text popped up in my field of vision.

Main Quest: Arrive at Lighthouse Island, find the Lighthouse Keeper, and obtain the nautical chart.

Su Qing was taken aback.

main mission.

The thing Edmund was talking about really exists.

He looked down at his hands.

His young hands, with distinct knuckles and tanned skin, were then raised as he looked up at the vast ocean ahead and took a deep breath.

"Let's go."

The voice came from the body's throat, deep, youthful, and with the recklessness of a newborn calf.

Su Qing finally confirmed it at this moment.

He is experiencing the memory of that skeleton.

Immediately afterwards, the video sped up.

It was as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button, and a large number of images flooded into Su Qing's mind in fragments.

On Lighthouse Island, a one-armed old man slams a nautical chart on the table.

"Kid, you're lucky, you're the first one here."

He took the nautical chart, opened it, and found the coordinates of the entrance to the first instance marked inside.

Then there's the first dungeon, which doesn't have five difficulty levels.

Su Qing watched as "he" was thrown into an unfamiliar jungle, with only a rusty dagger and three days' worth of dry rations in his hands.

Main Quest: Find the temple deep in the jungle, defeat the guards, and obtain the key to complete the level.

He did not hesitate.

I spent three days alone, crawling and struggling in the jungle.

But "he" survived.

The temple guard was a giant ape covered in stone armor. When "his" short sword struck it, sparks flew, but it couldn't even scratch the skin.

Any normal person would have felt despair at this point.

But "he" did not.

He laughed, turned and ran away, leading the giant ape into the trap he had prepared.

[Dungeon Completion Rating: S]

The scene fast-forwards again.

The first Midway.

At this time, Midway Island was still very primitive, with no merchant guilds, no taverns, and only a few adventurers camping on the shore.

He met the first crew members here.

An old man with a limp, a man who is always playing with cards, and a thin boy who looks only fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Come with me."

"Who are you?" the old man asked, glancing at him sideways.

"A captain." He pointed to the wrecked ship in the harbor. "It's not a big ship, but I'll take it to places no one has ever been before."

The man playing with the cards snorted, "That piece of junk? It'll probably be smashed to pieces by the first wave after it leaves port."

"Then let's take a gamble." "He" laughed, "I bet I can bring you all back alive."

Su Qing could feel the emotions surging within this body.

Excitement, ambition, and a pure, unadulterated yearning for the unknown.

The scene continues.

One by one, the dungeons were conquered under the man's leadership.

Each time, there is a main quest to guide him, and each time "he" can find the optimal solution.

It wasn't about brute force, but about observation, analysis, and a little bit of luck.

The crew grew from three to ten, and from ten to thirty.

The wrecked ship was replaced by a two-masted sailing ship, then a three-masted one, and then a real warship.

Su Qing watched this person's growth trajectory as if she were watching a documentary.

Every frame is sped up, but key nodes are slowed down.

After completing a certain dungeon, "he" was drinking with an old man on the deck.

"Captain, at this speed, we could travel all over the ocean in our lifetime."

He tilted his head back, took a swig of wine, and wiped his mouth.

"What's the point of traveling around? I want to build a place."

"Build what?"

"A city." He spoke casually, as if describing what to eat tomorrow, "A city that belongs to us."

The old man paused for a moment, then laughed and cursed, "Crazy."

The video sped up again.

The fleet was formed.

Su Qing couldn't remember how many instances she had gone through, how many battles she had fought, or how many times she had narrowly escaped death.

He only saw more and more ships, and the flagship was ridiculously large.

He found an island.

The island is huge, with abundant fresh water and flat terrain, making its harbor naturally suitable for accommodating large ships.

"This is it."

The city began to be built.

In the scene, Su Qing saw the clock tower rise from the ground.

Brand new bricks, gleaming bronze bells—when "he" personally placed the last brick on the wall, hundreds of people below cheered.

Then came a turning point.

On the way back from a long voyage, a light suddenly appeared on the sea, a warm light that enveloped the entire flagship.

He stood on the deck, watching the light gather and condense into a rune.

Runes floated in front of "him".

In that instant, Su Qing felt a resonance from the depths of her body.

It's as if something inside me has been awakened.

The unknowable has acknowledged you.

You have acquired one of the seven virtues.

【control.】

He reached out and touched the rune.

The runes dissipated and merged into "his" body.

His entire aura underwent a qualitative change in that instant.

Su Qing could sense that power—restraint, balance, and control.

Something completely opposite to binge eating.

The camera continues to pan forward.

The city is built.

It wasn't just "built" in the conventional sense; it truly prospered.

The streets were bustling with people, shops lined the streets, and the harbor was filled with ships of all sizes.

He no longer goes to sea personally.

With so many men under his command, the fleet no longer needs the captain to lead it personally.

His favorite thing to do was sit on top of the clock tower and watch the city turn.

The fish market opens at dawn, the blacksmith's hammer clangs at noon, and songs drift from the tavern at dusk.

Su Qing could sense the satisfaction in "his" heart.

From a wrecked boat to a city, from one person to thousands.

This is what "he" earned with half a lifetime.

The video slows down here, playing at almost normal speed.

until a certain day.

He sat on the clock tower, his legs dangling outside the window, holding a jug of wine in his hand.

Looking at the azure sky, the clouds drifted and dispersed.

Then the sky changed color, as if a hole had been torn open in the entire sky.

Dark purple lightning bolts lashed down from the crack, one after another, blasting water columns tens of meters high into the sea.

He suddenly stood up, and the wine jug in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

A voice appeared in my mind.

It wasn't a sound that any human could make; it was more like the vibration of some kind of rule itself.

【control.】

War has broken out.

Perform your duties.

He clenched his fist.

The screen then switched again.

This time it's a battlefield at sea.

Su Qing couldn't see what her opponent was; she could only see a vast, dark shadow surging from the sea.

Each shadowy figure exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

His entire fleet has been mobilized.

Dozens of boats and thousands of people set out in droves.

On the first day, three boats were lost.

On the third day, two hundred people died.

On the seventh day, the old man's boat was broken in two.

When Su Qing saw "him" rush over, the old man had already sunk into the sea, with only one hand still above the water, and he soon disappeared as well.

He knelt on the deck, his whole body trembling.

On the tenth day, the boy who had followed "him" the longest, the skinny kid recruited at Midway, had grown into a tall young man, and was pierced through the chest by a black light.

He died in front of "him", his blood splattered all over "his" face.

In the scene, Su Qing felt a tearing pain.

It wasn't physical pain; it was something deeper than the body that was shattering.

Day 15.

The fleet was reduced to only the flagship and two escort ships.

Of the thousands of people, fewer than three hundred survived.

The voice rang out again.

[Exercise. Continue.]

He stood at the bow of the flagship, covered in blood, his armor mostly shattered.

He was surrounded by corpses—the corpses of people he knew, whose names he could recall, and with whom he had drunk.

Su Qing sensed what was churning inside "him" at that moment.

It wasn't anger, it was exhaustion, it was asking myself, what is this all for?

He raised his head, looked at the crack in the sky, and his lips moved.

"No."

The sound was very soft.

"I'm not playing anymore."

The voice fell silent.

Then, the entire island began to shake.

Seawater surged in from all directions, and the city he had built sank.

The ground cracked open, buildings collapsed, and the bronze bell in the clock tower rang out one last loud bang.

Su Qing could hear screams in the city, the sound of people running, and the cries of children.

He activated the emergency protective shield, roared to the sky, and shouted out a name.

Even in her memory, Su Qing couldn't clearly hear that name.

But he knew it was a name.