The ground was covered in bloodstains, and corpses lay scattered there. Si Yehan walked towards the cockpit, dragging his long blade across the ground, the sound of sparks flying and the friction echoing.
They encountered no one else along the way, and the journey was exceptionally quiet. Every place on the ship where a person could hide had been thoroughly cleaned, leaving only the cockpit.
Si Yehan looked out the windows at the rain-soaked sea. Ripples spread across the surface, and the scene seemed to recede slowly, all symbolizing that the cruise ship was still moving at a slow pace.
Walking to the cockpit, Si Yehan looked at the door inlaid with ocean murals and pushed it, only to find that it could not be opened from the outside. He then raised his hand and knocked three times.
A moment later, a cautious voice came from outside. "Who is it? Has the purge outside ended?"
Si Yehan said expressionlessly, his voice indifferent. "Yes, it's over."
A short while later, the door opened, and a middle-aged man with an honest face appeared in view. He was startled when he saw Si Yehan's appearance, but then he calmed down and asked with some curiosity, "Did you just finish cleaning up? What brings you here? Manager Su told me that I don't need to worry about so much during the big cleanup, just focus on sailing the ship, and the bonus will still be paid."
The middle-aged man seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time, but now that he started talking, he seemed to be rambling on and on.
Si Yehan raised his hand slightly, and the blood-stained longsword pierced through the chest of the honest-looking man in front of him, warm blood splattering out.
A look of disbelief and terror appeared on their faces, a completely uniform expression. Si Yehan gently turned the hilt of the knife, and then the blade flashed, and the person in front of him truly experienced being disemboweled.
Blood, coursing through his internal organs, gushed out like a burst dam. Si Yehan skillfully positioned himself to avoid the bloodstains, then drew his sword. The middle-aged man in front of him fell straight down, his face covered in blood.
He didn't even have time to scream or groan throughout the entire process. Si Yehan casually stepped over the middle-aged man's corpse and walked into the cockpit.
There were still unfinished dishes on the table, and the overall facilities were extremely simple. There was no substitute co-pilot position on this cruise ship.
After looking around, Si Yehan turned and went out, plunging his long sword into the middle-aged man's head, and stood there.
At this point, with no survivors on the cruise ship, the need for weapons was minimal.
After checking everything again, I can go back to my room and go to sleep. There might be some unexpected developments tonight.
Si Yehan gently stroked the short blade protruding from his sleeve, his mind churning with thoughts.
The difficulty level of this instance is not high.
The process of discovering the murder pattern was incredibly smooth, and there was no deception involved; it was far too easy.
Among those killed, no formidable resistance was encountered, but tonight may bring a major upheaval.
Perhaps it was because I acted too early, and because there was no retribution for killing in the instance, that things went so smoothly.
In later stages, there might be more people with similar combat strength, and the quality of the prey will increase.
Si Yehan had already returned to the third floor. He glanced at the empty cabins and the silent corridor around him, and instead of feeling lonely, he felt a sense of peace and comfort.
Information about those external organizations surged into my mind again. The organization "Han Shu" appeared very frequently in the dungeon. Shen Jing was in the previous dungeon, and Chen Zhongshou in this dungeon is also slightly connected to it.
It really involves a wide range of issues, but this organization clearly doesn't care about the lives of its members, otherwise they would have been in trouble long ago when they were outside.
Jiang Shanghan, the boss whom Shen Jing praised so highly, must be a formidable figure.
Perhaps I will run into him again in the future, and there will inevitably be a struggle. However, it will take some time before that happens, since the current gap between us is still as vast as an insurmountable chasm.
Based on current information, envelopes will no longer be available in later dungeons. At that time, the difficulty of each level will increase dramatically, requiring more independent exploration and significantly raising the risk of death.
Starting from the third instance, one can choose to open the instance early. Si Yehan recalled the contents of the letter he received outside. If that was true, the aftermath of the massacre would be easier to handle.
If "Viewer of the Worldwatch" shows anger at the lives of ordinary people and wants to kill you to maintain official rule, then immediately enter the instance and return to reality when you are strong enough.
That will be the time to annihilate the Great Xia. If no other country can match it, then we can begin the process of destroying the world.
This is the worst-case scenario. During this time, one might be able to return to reality and engage in small-scale slaughter of tens of thousands of people, but one will inevitably be closely monitored.
Recalling the five captains of "Worldwatch" that everyone had mentioned earlier, Si Yehan felt that the risks involved were naturally extremely high, but the risks and rewards were always proportional, making it quite interesting.
Of course, the second possibility cannot be ruled out: the "Worldwatch" would not care at all about the destruction of a city with nearly ten million people, and would not pursue them at all, only issuing a slight warning.
For those who control Vengeful Ghost, the lives of ordinary people are indeed insignificant. The ultimate goal of the "Worldwatch," representing the authorities, is to maintain stability, not justice.
Even if they were to pursue and kill, the intensity of the attack might not necessarily be so great as to warrant absolute elimination.
Neither situation will affect the final outcome.
Si Yehan slowly walked back to his room, lay down on the bed, and suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart. Now was not the time to think so far ahead; getting through the final moments smoothly was the most important thing right now.
Looking out the window, the rain had stopped, but dark clouds still hung high in the sky, and it seemed that night was not far off.
Si Yehan's consciousness slowly sank into the dim darkness and drifted into sleep.
The dark sky that covered all directions was completely shattered, and sporadic glimmers of moonlight and silver light splashed through the gaps, skimming across the sea.
Blood churned, a very light layer of crimson floated on the sea surface, and scarlet flames burned at the horizon, like a line that would never go out!
Amidst the crimson blood, human heads floated and sank, piling up into a mound of heads. The heads, young and old, displayed a variety of expressions, some crying, some laughing, their pale faces frozen with a range of emotions, making them appear utterly terrifying.
Blood seeped from the corners of their eyes, dotting the faces of the victims.
A mournful chanting arose from the sea, carried by the wind, countless voices overlapping, creating a solemn and majestic sound.
"When the seas are filled with human heads, and the sky is shrouded in blood! What then are there of high and low classes, noble and lowly? Only cheap lives, only gods hovering in the heavens, only vengeful Vengeful Ghosts wandering the mortal realm..."
His words were completely illogical, yet they possessed a demonic quality that seemed to extend infinitely throughout the world.
Si Yehan's figure hovered on the sea surface. He stood alone on the Jingguan (a mound of stones), with boundless darkness seeping out from behind him.
Looking at the surrounding scenery, a slight smile appeared on his usually cold and handsome face, as if he were pleased.