Unraveling the Clues, the Final Moment Before the Storm Arrives!

Countless real-world examples on Earth prove that when humans make a choice, unless influenced by an outrageously large external factor, their choice will inevitably be...

Self-interest comes first!

Similarly, although there are many people in the game's World Channel clamoring for a full-scale war with the alien races.

They wanted to win the first battle to prove humanity's arrival in this new world.

But Su Mo had every reason to believe that when the real battle began, at least 80% of the people would be able to run faster than a rabbit.

It's not that Su Mo lacks faith in these survivors in the wasteland; it's just the reality.

Before crossing over, they might have been white-collar workers, students, workers at ordinary car repair shops along the highway, or owners of roadside eateries.

Despite having been in the wasteland for two months, they learned to survive, to build ships, to live under the thumb of others, and to persevere!

But to actually ask them to fight to the death against ugly, seemingly "fearless" alien races is simply asking the impossible! The ocean has never been humanity's domain.

War is destined to be brutal.

Human lives, which are precious in peacetime, can become worthless in the blink of an eye during a real war.

If this major battle begins as planned by the higher-ups, it will replace the tsunami disaster.

The final result would only be a slight reduction in the pitiful casualty rate by a few percentage points; a large number of humans would still perish at sea.

Breaking the deadlock, achieving a perfect breakthrough, is almost impossible!

Unless "this tsunami disaster was definitely not caused out of thin air, but rather manipulated and influenced by someone with malicious intent, and given the current situation, there is a 90% chance it was not caused by humans themselves."

"Therefore, the remaining two possibilities are only Ocean Alien Race and Land Alien Race."

"For the Land Alien Race, the premature outbreak of this tsunami offers them almost no benefit. Their ships will also be affected by the tsunami, reducing their combat strength by more than 30%. It's a lose-lose situation."

"But for the Ocean Alien Race, the early arrival of the tsunami not only allows the ocean to become their domain, but also enables them to arrive quickly and gain the upper hand."

Although he was lying in bed, Su Mo's thoughts did not stop at this moment; instead, they began to wander without restraint.

Streams of invisible information seemed to materialize, drifting past Su Mo's eyes, connecting and automatically analyzing and extracting them.

If the quantum entanglement cloud in Su Mo's brain was a Pentium single-core CPU, even with some algorithms added, it couldn't reach very high performance.

Now, with his physical abilities significantly enhanced and the added benefit of the title of Ocean General, Su Mo's brain structure has also begun to undergo some subtle changes.

These subtle changes may simply upgrade the brain's quantum entangled cloud from a single-core processor to a dual-core one.

But once it was actually running, and the point that had been limiting his divergent thinking was opened up, Su Mo could clearly feel himself "seeing" more things.

"The true scheme of the Land Alien Race is definitely not the Ocean God. Their goals are not that ambitious, nor do they have the courage or the cohesion to accomplish them!"

"And their previous plan for attacking the ocean has surely fallen into the hands of the Ocean Alien Race by now."

"Put yourself in their shoes. If I were Ocean Alien Race or Land Alien Race, what would I do?"

After questioning himself, the whole story gradually became clearer, and a faint thread of the outcome slowly emerged as Su Mo continued to search.

If this thread can be found, the current situation on the entire wasteland ocean will be left undefended, allowing Su Mo to observe it at will.

The ultimate goals of the two different alien teams will also be fully revealed.

This was the "glimmer of hope" in Su Mo's eyes! At five o'clock, Su Mo uncovered the most crucial first 10% of the whole story!

At 5:48, as the sea surface began to lighten, the progress of the pulse changed slightly, reaching about 20%!

Almost every second, the information gathered from various places over the past few days would flash through Su Mo's mind, discarding the useless and summarizing the useful.

Even a fleeting piece of information in a single sentence can be extracted by Su Mo, and pieced together with the information in the next sentence to form new clues.

Even with game blocking enabled, the world chat is still flooded with thousands or tens of thousands of messages per minute.

And the bits and pieces of information revealed in these chats were not overlooked by Su Mo during his "long-awaited" second all-nighter.

Unraveling the mystery is often the most difficult part at the beginning.

Later on, the difficulty of deciphering will decrease dramatically due to the support of the preceding information flow.

By the time the alarm clock rang at seven o'clock in the Captain's Cabin, Su Mo had deciphered about 70% of the key to breaking the deadlock.

The reason for stopping was not because of the alarm clock, but because at this point, to complete the task completely, final evidence collection was needed!

The source of this evidence is none other than the Ocean Alien Race, whom we have never met before!

"Now, I need one last crucial flow of information!"

"If I can capture a leader of an Ocean Alien Race, a leader with a core, and connect to the Shelter Core, I can access the information I need."

"Even starting this Three Races War wouldn't require any human sacrifice!"

Slightly clenching his fists, Su Mo took a long breath, calming his heartbeat as he pondered the bold idea in his mind.

Gradually, as time went by, and feeling sleepiness finally creeping into his mind, Su Mo did not resist and fell into a deep sleep on the small bed.

Meanwhile, most of the human survivors who were adrift on the ocean finally had their first rare day of rest this morning.

On the third day of the tsunami disaster, although the height of the waves and the degree of seawater fluctuation had increased, there was a piece of news that was originally bad news, but now turned into good news, which cheered up all the survivors.

Starting at 8:00 AM, the transition time for each tsunami disaster will be increased from half an hour to one hour.

In other words, what used to be a half-hour tsunami followed by a half-hour recovery period has now become a one-hour tsunami followed by a one-hour recovery period.

In terms of time, the rest time each day is still 12 hours.

But for the survivors who had been on the high-voltage line for two days, this change was enough to rekindle their hope for survival!

Moreover, putting that change aside, after two days of gathering, the number of lone wolves on the sea gradually decreased, and they were replaced by fleets of varying sizes.

Following an official appeal, a network of "nets" quickly gathered everyone together using Area Channel, with the ships of each large shelter serving as the backbone.

Smaller groups, consisting of ten or twenty boats, were linked together with Hemp Rope to ensure that everyone could fight the waves together.

Larger fleets, like the Tundra Fleet, simply purchased iron chains forged by the Conservatives and bound all their ships, large and small, together, making them impregnable.

However, for ordinary survivors, the changes are indeed moving in a positive direction.

However, for those in the know at the middle and senior management level, this change only intensified their sense of crisis.

The Tundra Fleet, the Tundra.

On this fifty-meter-long Sailing Battleship, just past eight in the morning, an urgent meeting had already begun.

Unlike the spacious conference room on the Hope, the conference room on the Tundra was only about ten square meters in size.

Because of the wooden warship, the conference room only had one small window, making it appear extremely dark inside.

There were about thirty people standing outside the conference room.

Some of these people were smoking pipes, some were picking their toes, some were silently flipping through a book, and some were anxiously observing the situation outside.

They were all captains of small boats in the fleet and were not qualified to enter the inner room for the time being. They could only wait here for the "big shots" in the conference room to produce their results.

Upon entering the meeting room, one finds more than a dozen people in the dimly lit space.

Unlike the quiet waiting outside, the bigwigs inside the meeting room immediately started arguing heatedly! "Director Lu, I said last night that things couldn't go on like this, and now you see what's happening!"

"It's manageable for our large ships and small ships to be linked together, which can maintain the flexibility of our defensive line. But having these raft teams follow us not only increases our defensive line tenfold, but also puts enormous pressure on our resources."

"If we can maintain this for another day, no, even half a day, with these raft teams dragging us down, we simply won't be able to shake off the alien teams following behind."

"If they find an opportunity or discover a loophole in our defenses, these rafts will be the breakthrough point for our fleet!"

A bald man, shirtless, slapped a summary of yesterday's battle on the central table in the conference room and shouted.

Before Lu, whom he was referring to, could speak, another tall man, thinner but clearly of exceptional physical fitness, stood up next to the bald man.

"Yes, Director Lu, Zhang Long is right. Our current leniency is irresponsible towards the people on the ship. As long as we don't shake off these alien races, we will be threatened by them every day!"

"On the first day, there were only two groups of Ocean Alien Race following us. But last night, that number jumped to six—a full four new groups! I have a feeling they're not attacking because they're afraid of our firepower, but because all the people they've contacted haven't arrived yet."

"Once they gain momentum, we might not be able to escape even if we wanted to!"

This seemed to have triggered something, as four more people stood up and gave different reasons.

From the adage "Hesitation leads to chaos," to "A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall," to "Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles," and to the idea that sacrifice is inevitable on the road to success, all the speakers gave slightly different reasons, but their goal was remarkably consistent: abandon the raft fleet! Abandon the nearly five thousand rafts currently following behind the Tundra Fleet!

This is the first update today; I'll make up for it later. I need to plan out the upcoming plot carefully.