I became the King of Ryukyu

I've decided; I'll be much more careful using the "Dad Card" in the future.

The game description says "[Slightly enhances feelings for the father]", but Zheng Yi thinks that "slightly" is anything but slight.

Just now, Akihiko Otsuka was very open and honest, revealing all the information he knew.

"The Red Army's treasure...does such a thing really exist?"

"A transnational criminal organization similar to a brewery—God's Palace, a very chuunibyou name."

"And Jin Yetenglong died, but no one investigated."

Riding his bicycle, Zheng Yi sorted through the intelligence and came to the conclusion that he probably really needed to improve his military strength; this world was more dangerous than he had imagined.

Fortunately, the criminal organization seems to be wary of the main conglomerate and is unlikely to take any further action in the short term.

Zheng Yi felt that gambling their safety on the enemy's hesitation was not a wise choice.

Currently, physical fitness and strength are his weaknesses. Putting everything else aside, he needs a good physique to clear the [Secret Realm: Gaoliang River].

Naha Shuri is a coastal area with running tracks painted with anti-slip paint stretching for dozens of kilometers along the coast.

It was still early, and there wasn't a single person in sight on the track.

Zheng Yi thought to himself, "I'll go for a morning run here and then go to the gym for strength training in the evening."

If I persist for 100 days, I can become a tough guy.

With a plan in mind, Zheng Yi stood under a coconut tree in front of the beach, stretching his muscles and fascia.

After warming up, he put on his headphones and randomly selected a song from his phone's music library:

"Professor Zhang Xuefeng, I still remember you~"

Uh, change the song. It's not auspicious to listen to this song when you're sleep-deprived and getting up early to run.

The reflection of a white yacht glides along the sandy shore.

As we slowly approach the bay, it's you waving goodbye.

I know perfectly well that all of this only exists in my dreams.

Seiko Matsuda's "Barefoot Season" has a catchy and lively melody.

He couldn't help but sigh, "The beauties of the Showa era and their songs truly embody the vibrant energy of an era of economic prosperity."

Listening to the melody coming from his headphones, Zheng Yi pressed the timer, took off running towards the direction of the rising sun.

Gradually, "Barefoot Season" finished playing in my headphones, and "Blue Coral Reef" automatically started playing, still a classic old song by Seiko Matsuda.

From the initial ease and comfort, Zheng Yi's steps have become increasingly heavy.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, relentlessly poured into Zheng Yi's lungs, like a rough file pulling back and forth in his trachea.

"Huff... huff..."

Kublai Khan, the Yuan Dynasty emperor, established the "Güyük Chökyi" (Güyük Chökyi) and is currently selecting the best runners in the land. The rewards are generous. Players are invited to complete a 5km run to pass the initial test.

Zheng Yi braced his hands on his knees, feeling as if his heart was about to burst out of his throat like an old engine.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, stinging his eyes, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand to wipe it away.

Liu Bilie, you're playing with fire, do you know that?!

Like a donkey chasing a carrot, Zheng Yi gritted his teeth and started again.

The body, which had exceeded its limits, actually eased up slightly.

He raised his head.

Is this what morning is like in Ryukyu?

The view was absolutely breathtaking.

On the eastern horizon, the rising sun is dyeing the clouds a luxurious orange-red, and the shimmering sea looks like it has been sprinkled with tiny diamonds.

In the distance, a milky-white lighthouse stands alone on the cape, silently gazing at the azure expanse, like a still painting that appears only in the background of an anime.

But for Zheng Yi, who has almost no athletic background and is only trying morning running for the first time, this beautiful scenery is practically a public execution of his body.

"Five kilometers...that's definitely a lethal dose..." With each breath he took, his lungs felt a burning sensation of protest.

On the breakwater, an uncle wearing a straw hat is staring blankly at the sea, holding a fishing rod.

The bucket at his feet was empty except for a few blocks of ice used for preservation; not even a fish scale could be seen.

"Young people these days really lack exercise!" He looked up at the boy on the track, his expression as if to say, "Young man, back in my day, I was much stronger than you."

With a burning sensation in his throat, Zheng Yi shouted, "Uncle, your fishing skills are really good! You must have caught a lot of fish today!"

"I, I, you, you!" Touched by the fisherman's most tender spot, the straw-hatted uncle sighed deeply, "Even the fish disdain this sea...?"

[Like Jiang Taigong fishing, those who are willing will take the bait. You have failed to treat those who are talented with respect; please try again.]

Zheng Yi ignored the game prompts that appeared before him.

He had already figured it out: only special events produce good stuff.

They're usually very stingy, giving out only insignificant little things.

As for Liu Bilie's running selection, it was just a carrot that Zheng Yi was given to make him work hard to achieve his goal.

Although he was in so much pain that he wanted to lie down immediately, the carrots and the sight of the air force fisherman looking utterly hopeless gave him a strange sense of comfort.

Congratulations, player! You have completed a 5km morning run.

You have gained: Speed ​​+1

A game prompt appears before your eyes.

Zheng Yi was panting heavily.

It seems that increasing speed does not alleviate the fatigue that has already occurred.

Lactic acid buildup in muscles can only be metabolized by the muscles themselves.

Perhaps we could try that owl soup?

If I understand correctly, Zheng Yi believes its function is to remove all negative states.

Forget it, Zheng Yi gave up on that plan.

He looked down and saw that the timer on his phone was frozen at 30 minutes and 05 seconds.

The results were appalling.

But Zheng Yi had no complaints.

At least he finished those grueling five kilometers, making him slightly more "successful" than that straw hat guy.

He straightened up, looked at the lighthouse, and forced a smile.

"Okay, day one, survival confirmed."

"One day, I'll be able to run all the way to the lighthouse!"

At this moment, the blazing red sun and the indigo sky completely merged together, and the sea began to change color in layers.

Looking back at the road we came from, it was bathed in golden light, and even the hunched back of the straw hat uncle became part of the picture.

Zheng Yi sat on the reef, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his chin onto the scalding sand, gazing into the distance.

How beautiful!

This beautiful Ryukyu should be protected by me.

Just then, a sharp scream from a girl pierced the white noise of the waves and shattered Zheng Yi's fantasy.

Not far away, a dark-skinned Indian man was tightly gripping a female high school student in uniform, muttering incomprehensible foreign language, his expression lewd and arrogant.

The girl turned pale with fright and struggled desperately, but to no avail.

It's that Indian guy who was judged as "shit" in the game!

Zheng Yi recognized the guy immediately. He had been disgusted yesterday, and both old and new grudges surged into his heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, his body, which had already been completely drained, launched itself into the air.

Hmm? My legs can move again!