I became the King of Ryukyu

Stepping out of the tool shed, Zheng Yi was surprised to find that the trash in the bins had been bagged and packed and placed by the door.

Mioko Honbu sat on the sofa playing a mobile game, her little leather shoes slipped off to one side, her small feet in black stockings resting on the edge of the sofa, her long legs curled up in front of her, her knees and skirt completely covering her already negligible breasts.

It seemed that the game wasn't going well, and Zheng Yi felt that she was shrouded in an aura of irritability.

Her slender fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, it was unclear whether she was operating the controls or greeting her teammates.

The case was solved quickly.

A teammate sent a voice message, filled with vulgar and offensive language. Then, the young man on the other end of the line said, "You Okinawan Chinese pig, I'm a winner in life in Tokyo's Otemachi! You country bumpkin are only fit to talk to me in a game. What, you don't even dare to talk back? Afraid of revealing your ridiculous Okinawan accent? Ryukyu people! You Ryukyu people are all descendants of Chinese pigs..."

"Otemachi, is it?" Motobu Mioko's expression remained unchanged, her voice icy. "Cherish the last moments of your life."

"Huh? You're a girl? Your voice is quite nice, can we video chat...?"

The young man on the other end of the game was amazed and wanted to say something, but Motobu Mioko simply tossed her phone aside, took out another phone from the hem of her pleated skirt, opened Line, and started typing rapidly with both hands.

"What an idiot!" Zheng Yi said, defending his company president. "Those arrogant Tokyoites will be turned into Pompeii wax figures by Mount Fuji sooner or later."

The attitude of native Japanese towards Ryukyuans has always been hostile, and they have never regarded them as compatriots. Discrimination against them is rampant both online and in real life.

Many Ryukyuans do not consider themselves Japanese, take pride in their Ryukyuan surnames, and vehemently condemn the atrocities committed by Japan against Ryukyu during the Meiji era and World War II.

Mioko didn't reply. After typing, she tossed her second phone aside, picked up a comic book from the coffee table, opened it, and snorted, "Get back to work."

Zheng Yi carried the cleaning equipment and passed by the sofa. Motobu Mioko looked up, her gaze quickly sweeping over his chest and abs, and frowned: "You're working out?"

"We have made some attempts in this regard." Zheng Yi neither denied it nor ruled out the possibility.

[Strength] He reached the level of a frail scholar, with some changes in muscle mass.

However, fitness culture is not very popular in Japan, and the proportion of people who exercise regularly is less than one-fifth of that in Europe and America.

Mioko Honbu simply said "Oh," and then fell silent. She read two pages of the comic book in her hand before tossing it aside.

What a fickle woman, Zheng Yi thought. Could she be the kind of woman who would wantonly play with men and then abandon them as soon as she lost interest?

He carried his cleaning tools down the spiral staircase to the partitioned open space and looked down at the water tank, which covered more than 800 square meters, and for a moment it really looked like the ocean.

You have a new email.

Zheng Yi pulled his foot back from the water and opened the email.

[Special Event: Upon hearing of three immortal mountains overseas, Qin Shi Huang summoned all the alchemists in the land to search for the elixir of immortality at sea.]

[Please go into the sea immediately and find an elixir of immortality for the First Emperor.]

[Event Reward: Unlocks the hidden sub-class [Warlock]]

[Whether or not you accept the commission]

【whether】

Elixir?

If such a thing truly existed, would I have given it to Qin Shi Huang?

How could this task possibly be completed?

Zheng Yi thought about Game Master's usual behavior and boldly guessed that he should just find something similar to fool him.

Zheng Yi decisively chose "Yes".

In any case, the generous and benevolent game master only indicated that he would not take the initiative, refuse, or take responsibility; he never made any threats such as "eliminating the host."

If there's no penalty, why not take the job?

Thinking this, Zheng Yi took a deep breath and slowly submerged into the water.

The seawater is warm, which must be due to the use of temperature-controlled equipment.

The water temperature of over 20 degrees Celsius makes people feel comfortable.

He wasn't wearing swimming goggles, let alone any other professional equipment. It was like being on the beach in his hometown of Kumejima, relying entirely on the air in his lungs to dive underwater.

"Knock knock knock—"

With his lungs and blood vessels compressed by the water pressure, and his heartbeat almost audible, Zheng Yi gently placed his feet on the fine sand at the bottom of the water tank.

Above your head is a huge dome four meters above the water, where artificial sunlight refracts through the azure seawater, spreading a layer of shimmering gold on the seabed.

Looking around this miniature underwater world, Zheng Yi swam to the side of a giant clam that looked like a giant clam and carefully examined it, but found nothing like pearls.

Following the simplest logic, the most likely elixir-like substance in the water tank would be pearls, but unfortunately, there weren't any.

Zheng Yi then picked two more relatively rounded seabed rocks, but again, no mission completion notification was triggered.

He surfaced to catch his breath—his [Strength] had increased to [Weak Scholar], which seemed to make his breath-holding time much longer.

Let's get started first, we'll steal the wages later.

Zheng Yi muttered to himself, brandished his scraper, and swam toward the nearest live coral reef.

Many sea lilies bloom here, and Zheng Yi remembers that these are also echinoderms, which are Mioko's favorite.

A thin layer of brown algae has grown on the walls of the glass tank. Although it is harmless, it greatly affects the viewing experience.

The scraper moves at a constant speed and angle of 45 degrees along the glass surface, accompanied by a slight "shh" sound. The brown algae are rolled up like a green carpet being lifted, and then turn into harmless flocculent clumps in the swirling water, which are then sucked away by the water circulation system.

Just as he was concentrating on dealing with a stubborn piece of calcium algae, a huge shadow silently slid over his head.

Zheng Yi paused slightly and looked up.

It was a shark that was over two meters long.

He wasn't entirely unprepared; he had looked it up beforehand thanks to his good memory, and the sharks in the tank were called Pacific nurse sharks.

Although Zheng Yi, a Ryukyuan, had never seen one before, it is indeed a native shark of the Ryukyu Islands.

It can grow to about three meters long and has a fierce appearance, but its habits are relatively gentle and it usually does not attack divers.

Although Zheng Yi knew the above information, when it swam within a meter of him, its sharp teeth and streamlined, ferocious body within reach, he still couldn't help but feel his heart race.

Fortunately, this water tank "king" was just swimming lazily close to his head.

It seemed quite interested in the scraper in Zheng Yi's hand. It tilted its head slightly, stared at Zheng Yi for two seconds with its calm little eyes, then let out a tiny yawn, slowly swayed its tail fin, and swam leisurely towards the distant reef area like an old man patrolling his territory.