Navigator: I have a double six-story house

The roar came from deep within the island, deep and heavy.

The birds in the woods took flight as if their nests had been disturbed, swooping down overhead.

The gaunt man in front of her was deathly pale. He grabbed Su Qing's sleeve and dragged her backward.

The force he used was completely disproportionate to his frail body, which made Su Qing wary.

"Quick! Come with me!"

Su Qing didn't move, nor did she shake him off.

He quickly glanced at Wang Yao and Selena. Both of them had calm expressions, but their eyes showed wariness towards the man.

Su Qing quickly made a judgment.

According to the man, he survived alone on the island for fourteen days, which means he had at least mastered the basic rules of survival.

When the enemy situation is unclear, following someone familiar with the environment is more efficient than blindly exploring.

Moreover, even if something unexpected happens, the combined strength of the three of them is undeniable. If this man has any ideas, they can quickly take him down.

"Let's go," Su Qing said in a low voice.

The three followed the man and disappeared into the bushes.

The branches and leaves scraped against Wang Yao's armor plates, making a rustling sound.

"Keep your voice down!" The man turned around and glared at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words "Why are you yelling!" that were about to come out.

The man led the group to a sunken pit, which was completely hidden by dense bushes.

He squatted down, scooped up a lump of wet mud from the ground, slapped it onto his neck, and then quickly smeared it onto his arms and chest.

The way he moved was so practiced that it was clear this wasn't his first time doing this.

"Smear it with mud, quick!" he said in a low voice. "These things track by scent, and mud can cover up their smell."

Without saying a word, Wang Yao squatted down and scooped up a handful of mud.

As a tank who has taken countless hits in the front line, Wang Yao's execution is flawless.

When it comes to saving one's life, there's no room for ambiguity; saving face is secondary.

He quickly smeared mud onto his plate armor and then smeared it onto his faceplate, instantly transforming himself from a "knight" into a "swamp monster."

Su Qing also squatted down and reached out to grab the mud.

Then he paused for a moment.

It's not that he cares about cleanliness; being pretentious in this kind of environment is tantamount to courting death, and he doesn't have that problem.

He thought of Selena, the young lady of the Windrise Merchant Guild, who seemed unable to accept such a thing.

Su Qing turned around and glanced back.

Selena didn't squat down to scrape off the mud. Instead, she calmly unzipped the small pink leather bag on her back and took out a palm-sized spray bottle.

The bottle is dark blue, without a label, and looks like some kind of high-end perfume.

She sprayed her wrists twice, then her collar twice, her movements as elegant as if she were applying her favorite perfume before a dinner party.

There was no fragrance in the air; instead, all her scents had vanished.

Selena noticed Su Qing's gaze and raised the spray bottle.

"Odor-eliminating agent; it can suppress body odor for four hours." She paused, tilting her head to look at Su Qing. "Would the captain like to use it?"

Su Qing reached out and took it, sprayed it on herself a few times without any hesitation, and then handed it back to her.

Thanks.

Beside him, Wang Yao remained frozen in place, his hands still covered in mud.

He looked down at himself.

The plate armor was covered with a thick layer of black mud, and a run of mud was slowly dripping down the breastplate.

He looked up at Su Qing again; she was clean and tidy.

Then look at Selena; her back is spotless.

Wang Yao's lips twitched twice, his voice was very low, and there was a hint of grievance in it.

"...Why didn't you take it out sooner?"

Selena blinked, looking innocent.

"You're in too much of a hurry, senior."

Wang Yao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't get the words out.

He deliberately ruined his career; he can't blame anyone else.

He gazed silently at his beloved plate armor.

An hour ago, this plate armor was gleaming silver in the sunlight.

Now it looks like a piece of sheet metal that has been thrown into a cesspool.

Wang Yao took a deep breath and chose to keep quiet.

Don't be angry, there's no need to be. It's all my fault for being too hasty.

The man didn't say a word the whole time, but when he saw Selena take out the odor-eliminating potion, a complex look flashed in his eyes.

But he had no time to reflect, because footsteps approached.

No, it wasn't footsteps, it was vibration; the ground was trembling.

The frequency is stable, with an interval of about two seconds, and each interval is closer than the last.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

"Don't move! Don't make a sound!" The man lay on the ground, curled up into a ball.

Su Qing and the other two lowered their bodies and peered through the gaps in the bushes at the open space outside.

What you see first is the tree, not the tree moving, but the tree being pushed down.

The coconut trees at the edge of the open space fell to either side with a clatter, like matchsticks being poked by a giant hand.

Then a huge figure burst out from the fallen bushes.

Su Qing's eyes narrowed; it was actually a dinosaur.

To be precise, it was a theropod dinosaur that was nearly eight meters long, with thick hind limbs, short forelimbs, and a skull covered with a layer of dark gray keratinous armor.

In the Age of Exploration dungeons, truly anything can exist.

It wasn't attacking anything; it was just running.

It was moving very fast, heading in a clear direction, far from the center of the island.

As the dinosaur ran across the open space, Su Qing could see its eyes through the gap.

There was an emotion in the eyes of a dinosaur—an emotion called fear.

Su Qing subconsciously felt that there shouldn't be such fear in the eyes of a predator of this size.

But he did see that emotion in those vertical pupils.

This dinosaur is running for its life.

Su Qing remained silent, his mind racing. This hellish difficulty dungeon was a deserted island inhabited by dinosaurs, suggesting that the dungeon's setting was likely an ancient or mutated ecosystem.

An eight-meter-long theropod dinosaur would definitely be at the top of the food chain under normal circumstances.

But it is running away.

Su Qing glanced at the man beside her.

The man did not relax.

The dinosaur had already run far away, and the tremors gradually subsided, but the man's body was shaking even more violently.

"Have you left?" Su Qing asked tentatively in a low voice.

The man shook his head violently, his eyes fixed on the opposite direction from where the dinosaurs had disappeared, which was the center of the island.

"It's not that." The man's voice was barely audible, his teeth chattering. "Keep it down... that thing is coming."

Su Qing followed the man's gaze toward the center of the island.

The fallen trees lay there silently, without making a sound.

Then, a snow-white figure slowly walked out.

Su Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

This...this is the thing that made even predators like dinosaurs flee in terror.

This is the thing that can make the man next to me tremble like a leaf.

Su Qing had seen this before.

And I didn't just see him in a book, I saw him face to face.