In the bar.
Zhao Qingyu, having figured out the situation, mingled among them, drinking and chatting like an ordinary soldier.
He had long forgotten what had happened before.
After all, this was war. Death was normal.
The Young Lieutenant had died because he was unlucky.
Zhao Qingyu had kicked him once, and he had died. That was divine retribution—so Zhao Qingyu generously forgave him.
Just then, someone said, "Have you heard? The second battle is about to begin."
"Yeah, Company A won't let this place go."
"Damn it, they're squatting on the toilet and refusing to shit... This place is clearly closer to us, yet they won't let us develop it!"
"Our ancestors were useless. During the Age of Sail, they didn't seize it in time, and even the island chain right off our coast was taken by outsiders!"
"Exactly. That's why we have to fight our way back!"
Zhao Qingyu noticed that Company C's Sailors were still in fairly high spirits.
It might have had something to do with the war having only just begun.
If it dragged on for three or four years, they probably would not have such morale anymore.
Zhao Qingyu, meanwhile, had set his goal: to keep climbing up, as high as he possibly could.
Only by climbing high would the game feel worthwhile.
Hauling shells was exhausting.
Besides, he needed to accumulate his divine power too.
Then he glanced at the Glass Ball and was suddenly delighted.
He discovered that, after not looking at it for a while, it was almost full again!
Clearly, the Divine Power Dynasty had sent divine power to him across worlds.
What was going on?
Still, it was good news.
It meant he could finally cut loose.
At that moment, Zhao Qingyu's heart filled with excitement.
He had found