Chapter 182: Chapter 133 Abstract Culture (Second Update)_2
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If he wasn’t an Immortal, he definitely couldn’t have been this successful.
Otherwise, he would only be left with his handsome but useless face to break into the entertainment industry!
After posting actual photos of these gifts online, they quickly received feedback from players on the website.
Although it was the Lunar New Year, everyone was quite idle in the days following the holiday, and they were naturally very excited to see “The Supreme One” release merchandise, so the comments were particularly plentiful.
When Mr. Fang discovered that the most popular item wasn’t Mukuai but Li’s Plague Chicken, he was completely stunned.
What’s so good-looking about this chicken!
However, upon opening the picture, Mr. Fang suddenly felt that there might be some reason to it.
This Plague Chicken was riddled with disease, but it didn’t look particularly unpleasant, and instead had a sense of fortitude despite its physical frailties.
Especially the way it lay motionless on the ground, it was like it had been completely crushed by fate and resigned itself, a true reflection of a laborer worn down by life.
Its gaze was indifferent, its eyes dull and lifeless, staring off into the distance as if it had lost all will to live.
But even though it was lying down, having given up on everything, it was still slowly chewing on a strand of grass, seemingly determined to keep living stubbornly until the sun rose again.
It was hard to imagine that a Plague Chicken could provoke such profound philosophical thoughts, reminding Mr. Fang of his own days at work, where every day he seemed to be just like this chicken, silently chewing, existing in a state neither alive nor dead.
If even he, who had retired early, could have such deep reflections, then surely others must feel the same.
Upon reading the comments, Mr. Fang found that many people shared his feelings.
[Although I’m a die-hard Mukuai fan, I have to say, when I saw this Plague Chicken, I actually felt a connection to it.]
[You and I are not Plague Chickens, yet you and I are all Plague Chickens in a way. The pressure of life looms over us like a lingering illness, and all we can do is passively accept our fates.]
[Strange, it kind of looks like a dog, and that dog somewhat resembles me.]
[I couldn’t help but laugh the moment I saw this Plague Chicken, but as I laughed, I started to cry.]
[I wonder if this chicken is still alive?]
[Reply: It’s alive. The constable didn’t have time to eat it; it’s still in the base, sickly as ever and waiting for death on the ground.]
[That’s good, as long as it’s alive.]
Thus, the first batch of player benefits was decided to be Plague Chickens.
Of course, this feature could be turned off to avoid being tricked by a bad party leader.
Now it seemed that Fang Cheng had been brought onto the ship by his teammate, and then he faced the terrifying waves ahead.
Huge waves several meters high were coming head-on, the ocean lifted by nature’s overwhelming power and then smashing down on the ship like the wrath of the Dragon King.
The heart-stopping visuals made many players scream in panic, as though they would be buried at the bottom of the sea in the next second. But the colossal sailing ship was incredibly stable, and the sailors onboard remained unfazed by the giant waves, skillfully navigating the ship through them.
Turning his head, Fang Cheng saw the captain of this large ship not far away.
The storm drenched the captain, but he stood erect amidst the wind and rain, his back straight as a spear, completely disregarding the terror around him.
He was like a lighthouse; as long as he didn’t shrink away, even the fiercest of storms would be cleaved in two by him.
He was Zheng Quan, the ‘First Under Heaven’ captain.
This captain had been a government official in his early years, but unable to tolerate Zhao Qin’s tyranny, he decided to fund his own fleet and set sail to avoid disaster.
Unexpectedly, what was supposed to be a simple excursion awakened his talent for navigation.
In just a year’s time, he had grown from a newbie with a rudimentary understanding of sailing to a towering captain. Now, with a mere glance at the starry sky, he could determine the current time, position, and even occasionally harness the power of the stars to perform extraordinary feats.
Xiemen Waidao lay on the deck, heaving violently. It took a while for the sea to calm a bit before he could grab a rope and struggle to his feet, saying with difficulty, “This is the first time I’ve gotten seasick in a game. And does the game have to be this realistic, sensing even my seasickness?”
“This game is that realistic,” Fang Cheng said. “And why did you go to sea?”
“To rob ships...”
“Who would let you do that?” Fang Cheng pointed at Zheng Quan through the storm.
Xiemen Waidao chuckled, then heaved again before saying, “He’s willing. I have my reasons...”
Just then, Zheng Quan noticed them and walked over unhurriedly.
When he reached Fang Cheng’s side, he asked softly, “The World’s Best Fortune Teller?”
“Indeed.”
“Are you really his friend? I thought he was tricking me before.”
“I was careless at the time.”
“I thought so too.”
Zheng Quan patted Xiemen Waidao’s shoulder and then looked at Fang Cheng earnestly, “Then I request sir to divine for me.”
“Please speak.”
Pointing at the tumultuous sea in front of them, he asked solemnly, “Will the Ghost Ship truly appear here?”