The Plan Begins, The Dire State of the Sea

Long ago, Su Mo had boldly speculated in his Underground Shelter that the alien races would have a hierarchical understanding of these magical abilities.

Specifically, among the extinct kobolds, all the Warlock Kobold release fireballs of varying power.

Some warlocks can create a crater the size of a human head with a single fireball, while others can only create one that's slightly larger than two fists.

Although the difference between the two was not obvious, Su Mo, being meticulous, noticed it and kept it in his mind.

But now, after hearing Connie mention the Power Level, Su Mo's curiosity was immediately piqued.

"Yes, Director. We alien races are perfectly capable of sensing whether the power of an opponent's ability is great or small. This method of judgment is naturally present in our inherited memories."

"Moreover, the stronger one is and the higher one's rank, the more accurately one can sense the Power Level and the earlier one can detect it."

"In the past, I might have needed to touch the attacked area to sense the exact power of the shell, but now that I have the status of God's Priest, I can discern the Power Level simply by looking at the attacked area from a distance."

Connie swallowed hard and began to tell her story.

It was clear that although Connie's strength hadn't improved much after obtaining the position of God's Priest the Oreo Clan, she had made a qualitative leap in other areas.

"The ordinary Kobold Warlock ' fireballs were only around 0.1 to 0.3 in Power Level, making them no match for us lion-men. Even with their positional advantage, they couldn't withstand our charge."

"But thanks to the help of those humans, the fireballs released by ordinary sorcerers can reach a power of 0.8, and the powerful ones can even reach 1!"

"As for the White Robed Kobold from before, the fireball he unleashed at the end had a power of around 10. Of course, his fireball was nothing compared to the cannonball fired by the director. Once the power level reaches 10, each subsequent increase in energy level brings a leap in destructive power."

"It could even be said that going from 10 to 15 is no less difficult than going from 1 to 100 times."

Su Mo: "Then what about your Swift Wind Art? Even though it doesn't have the ability to directly engage in combat, can other alien races still sense its energy level?"

Connie shook her head. "That won't work. We need a weapon or ability that can be lethal so we can make a judgment. This ability is meant for us to use to save our lives. After sensing the energy level of the opponent's attack, if we can block it, we fight; if we can't, we run."

"To save your life?" Upon hearing Connie's words, Su Mo was stunned, and the scene of using the East Wind to Tengu Pseudo-God immediately appeared in his mind.

At the moment the missile was launched, the Tengu Pseudo-God did not feel threatened or show any fear. It was only when the missile was about to reach him that he reacted and began to run away.

At the time, this scene didn't seem strange at all, but now that I think about it, there's definitely something wrong with it.

Could there be some unknown secrets hidden here? The thought of loopholes to exploit and bugs to exploit immediately made Su Mo's mind race.

"So, if this ability is for self-preservation, why can't you sense its power when the opponent makes a move, instead of only after the attack is complete?"

"What if you can't withstand that kind of power? Wouldn't you just die instantly?"

This was a very insightful question. Seeing Connie lost in her own internal monologue, wondering, "Yeah, what's the point?", Su Mo smiled and didn't press the matter further.

These talents of the alien race are not difficult to understand.

But just like now, some of its abilities have been invisibly stripped away, making it extremely strange.

What was originally a perfectly good ability to predict the power of an opponent's attack has, in the case of ordinary alien races, become a situation where they can only feel the Power Level after being hit.

Such changes have rendered this ability meaningless in many situations.

"Study this carefully. When you can figure out why these abilities have become so strange, you'll probably be close to becoming a true god!"

After seeing Xiaoshan's "miserable state," Su Mo patted Connie's shoulder, whose expression was complicated, and continued to instruct Gonggong to proceed along the target point while walking back to the Captain's Cabin.

These miscellaneous matters can be studied slowly after we arrive in the New Continent.

But Su Mo needed to make some careful plans for Connie's upcoming live stream featuring the alien race at 4 PM.

According to the current disaster forecast, marine life will begin to descend after the second minor compound disaster arrives the day after tomorrow.

Within 108 hours, the accompanying 575 trillion tons of marine life will be released at an extremely rapid pace.

Over the next ten days, a massive horde of 50 million Ocean Alien Race will be released in batches.

Therefore, the three days preceding this period are essentially a "safe period" and "adaptation period" provided by the game for both humans at sea and Land Alien Race.

"According to the data Pei Shao provided earlier, the first unit's strength-type units should be the fastest, while the second unit's Insect Soldiers are not slow either, so the two can be considered the vanguard, charging ahead."

"Only this third mixed force is the slowest, so I must let them know my location, and under the 'unconscious' drift of the ship, I must ensure that the three alien teams arrive at the same time!"

While exploring the hand-drawn map and coordinates on the table, Su Mo mentally calculated and simultaneously invoked Gonggong's computing power.

For the Age of Exploration in the Middle Ages, it was extremely difficult to calculate such positional coordinates based on such complex data.

But with modern computer computing power, Su Mo obtained the "coordinates" that could be the final battle location in less than three minutes! This location is 145 kilometers southeast of the Navigation Point One.

As long as the Hope arrives at coordinate point one first and lets the grunts know that the Hope is there, Gonggong can control the speed, keeping the third force at a distance that is close to catching up but not quite.

The other two units, before receiving orders to Hunt Su Old Devil, will certainly also receive orders to surround the Hope.

Even if there are some setbacks along the way, with the radar's maximum detection range of 50 kilometers, Su Mo is absolutely confident that all three units will be within the attack range.

"Now the only problem left is how to let this grunt unit know where I am, or rather, how to let them know Connie's location."

The solution to this problem is not difficult.

"Could we try uploading a special effect?"

The last time there were only two thousand kobolds, and most of the boxes were blown up by the White Robed Kobold.

But this time, there were not only more than 23,000 ordinary alien races, but also nearly 30 leaders.

These leaders, based on the level of the White Robed Kobold, can drop chests that are at least silver in value, and with a bit of luck, there's a high possibility of a gold chest explosion.

The thought of annihilating this alien force of 20,000 men and obtaining tons of crates made Su Mo excited again as soon as he lay down on the bed.

If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way.

To prevent any setbacks at this crucial moment when the plan is about to be implemented.

Opening the Game Panel, Su Mo cautiously gave Chen Shen a series of instructions.

First, villagers who had never bought anything at the market would go to the Trading Market to find fireworks that were more visible during the day and buy them back.

At the same time, Su Mo did not hesitate to instruct Chen Shen to carry three or five different styles of "Animal Outerwear" that could be worn.

The villagers' acquisition certainly wouldn't attract anyone's attention.

Once they have completed the transaction and received the item, they can directly set the seller as Su Mo through a private transaction.

This would allow Su Mo to obtain these supplies without anyone noticing.

After that, by the time the alien race realized what was happening and wanted to investigate the cause, Su Mo had already received his sister and was no longer hindered. He was not worried at all that Connie would expose herself as a human lackey among the alien race!

After some deliberation, realizing that the entire plan had been executed Heavenly Garment Without Seams and was just waiting to be pulled in, Su Mo forcibly closed his eyes and suppressed all his wild thoughts.

With a major battle imminent, mental state is extremely important. Even with the boost of Psionic Water, the fatigue from staying up all night is unavoidable.

As he closed his eyes, just as Su Mo was bracing himself for another sleepless night, the weariness from not sleeping all night suddenly overwhelmed him.

In such drowsiness, it wasn't long before Su Mo's heavy breathing began to slowly spread throughout the Captain's Cabin.

However, Su Mo was asleep.

On the other hand, after receiving Su Mo's private message, the villagers quickly sprang into action.

From last night to today, not only Su Mo has been suffering from insomnia, but even the villagers lying in the Iron Stone Mountain are basically all in a state of high excitement.

With live streaming available, these villagers, who have extremely limited entertainment options in the wasteland, have found a treasure. Even the older men stayed up all night watching it.

Of course, the various strangely shaped ships not only showed the villagers the diversity of humanity on the wasteland ocean, but also explained why the game gave them a three-day adaptation period! Before yesterday, most villagers didn't have much resistance to going to sea; on the contrary, they were quite excited.

Being confined to this land, everyone has basically had enough! The genes rooted in the Chinese people drive them to eagerly want to go to new places, to start Farming Genre, and to rebuild their homes.

This morning, although everyone was chattering about what they had seen and heard last night while eating breakfast, the topic of wanting to go out to sea completely disappeared, as if by unspoken agreement!

Nobody mentioned the sea!

Nobody wants to go out to sea! There's only one reason: seasickness!

This reason sounds a bit exaggerated, but just open the World Channel and read everyone's complaints for ten minutes, and you'll see how fatal this problem is! When we first set sail last night, many people were excitedly imagining that when the marine life arrived in three days, they would have an endless supply of fish and shrimp to eat! But reality is cruel. After sailing for more than eight hours, these comments disappeared completely.

Instead, they poured out their grievances like crazy! According to data models provided by statisticians around the world.

In calmer waters, 80% of the crew on cargo ships will experience seasickness to some degree. This seasickness can occur even for veteran sailors who have been on board for more than 10 years.

It takes new crew members anywhere from two to three weeks to three to five months to get used to this dizziness and the rough seas.

That's what everyone had imagined: being able to adapt immediately after the arrival of the sea.

It's simply unrealistic to think that you can sail the ocean on a raft and still maintain a certain level of combat capability.

Therefore, on the first day of the ocean's arrival, more than 90% of the people experienced some degree of reaction after a night of sailing.

Approximately 65% of people experience mild symptoms.

These people will all wake up in the morning with a loss of appetite, body aches, and a headache that feels like it's about to explode, even worse than motion sickness.

In this state, without medicine, one can only drink some water, find an open space, slump on the deck, feel the sea breeze, and clear one's mind.

The remaining 25% are in a much more serious condition.

Some people vomit until they convulse and feel cold all over, needing to be wrapped in several layers of clothing or blankets to maintain their body temperature.

Such people can't even drink water; if anything enters their stomach, they will be vomited up within three to five seconds.

In more severe cases, after vomiting everything last night, they also vomited bile.

It causes an allergic reaction all over the body, a sharp drop in immunity, and requires a flat surface to barely survive.

Unfortunately, with medicines so scarce these days, once such a serious situation occurs, there is basically no other way but to tough it out on your own.

So, after witnessing the plight of these people, the villagers secretly rejoiced that they didn't have to go to sea and suffer such pain.

Then, a deep sense of worry for Su Mo arose in my heart!

"Holy crap, last night's livestream had at least five people on each ship, and our director only has one!"

"Aren't there Connie and Moore? Can't they take care of the captain?"

"Are you stupid? Bears and lions get seasick too. It's already good enough that they don't let the director take care of them. You still want them to take care of the director?"

"Damn it, what should we do? I should have gone up with the director. At least I could have been his assistant!"

"Sigh, I can only pray that the Hope is so big that it will be less bumpy!"

"With the director being so capable, he must have a way to combat seasickness!"

Such comments were common during breakfast.

Everyone was extremely worried, but they couldn't let their emotions show; they could only suppress them and pray silently.

They prayed for a miracle so that Su Mo could pull through.

Therefore, after receiving Su Mo's message, even though Chen Shen did not explain what Su Mo had instructed, the villagers on Iron Stone Mountain could not help but cheer.

Chen Shen quickly arranged a series of acquisitions, given that Iron Stone Mountain was currently well-stocked with supplies.

Following Su Mo's orders, the villagers who were buying the goods did not haggle and simply took back what Su Mo had arranged.

Furthermore, Chen Shen was extremely careful to ensure that each villager only bought one item, so as not to attract the seller's attention in the slightest.

After a series of actions, once all the recovered goods were listed as private transactions by Chen Shen, everyone temporarily put aside their worries about Su Mo.

Of course, not only were others on the World Channel surprised, but even the villagers couldn't have imagined that Su Mo, whom they were worried about, had suffered from insomnia last night, just as they had expected!

But right now, he's sleeping soundly! He's even snoring!

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