Treasure Hunting Ability

Everyone's alcohol tolerance was pretty average, but those who couldn't hold their liquor tended to have more fun and kept drinking, as if they weren't drinking alcohol but making porridge.

Two hours later, more than half the people by the sea had left, most having returned to their dorms.

At this time of year, it was very cold by the sea at night. Only those who were particularly hyped up or lived off-campus would stay out later.

When everyone was drunk and started speaking without thinking, Mo Qiong took the opportunity to slip away.

Of course, he figured he'd have to help Han Dang back later, so he didn't go too far.

He found a spot by the sea to sit, ate something, and looked out at the ocean.

Mo Qiong wanted to have his own fishing boat, the kind people could live on, fully equipped with various facilities, and a complete set of diving gear. Ideally, he'd also have a private warehouse by the coast.

The main reason for this desire was that the ocean served as a natural camouflage for his trajectory.

If he were in the city or the mountains, his projectiles would easily be seen. But in the sea, he had nothing to fear. No matter how strange the trajectory of his arrows, no one would see them in the water.

Secondly, he knew that his abilities were extremely adept at finding known things.

For example, treasures.

The ocean was full of treasures. He could look up what natural pearls looked like online, what their shells were like, and in what kind of environment they generally grew.

With more reference materials, he could imagine a giant pearl oyster in the sea and shoot out a positioning device.

Perhaps the device would fly too far, or perhaps it would be damaged halfway, but with a few more tries and adjustments to the imagined details, there would always be a landing spot in a nearby sea area, where his imagined landing point happened to be.

And this was just natural treasure. Not to mention ancient shipwrecks and the many treasures that were recorded but never found.

As long as he had enough information, for example, knowing that a certain shipwreck contained a famous treasure, and historical records stated it sank into the sea with the ship, but the exact location was unknown.

Then, if there were descriptions of the treasure's appearance, preferably with text or special patterns as auxiliary locking conditions, that would be even better.

With a few more tries, his arrows would lead him to those buried, never-before-found treasures.

Failure didn't matter. As long as he succeeded once, he'd be rich. With this snowball effect, he could continue to unearth all the lost secret treasures from all over the world, throughout history.

He could quickly become a millionaire, reach the pinnacle of life. A hundred million in two years would be conservative, considering sales channel issues.

"Hi!" Suddenly, someone appeared behind Mo Qiong.

"Hello, senior. Why are you sitting alone? Aren't you going to play?" a soft voice said, followed by a petite figure sitting beside him.

Mo Qiong looked and was speechless.

This girl was the one dancing on stage. He had stared directly at her for five minutes, verifying the effect of concentrated hormone transmission.

He knew very well that he had no luck with women, so the fact that she watched him play earlier and that this junior approached him now was definitely due to the hormones.

At this moment, their eyes met again. Perhaps due to the close proximity this time, the girl's face instantly turned red.

It was as if she had been impacted by some indescribable aura.

Her face flushed, she avoided Mo Qiong's eyes, stared at the sand with her head down, looking very nervous.

Mo Qiong sighed. He had casually found an experimental subject, and actually had no intention of getting to know her.

But the hormonal impact didn't seem to be a one-time thing. It was a unique first impression, a chemical signal of strong attraction deeply imprinted on the other person's senses.

Perhaps because his previous impression on her was too deep, she actually took the initiative to approach him now.

He estimated that this girl must have mustered immense courage to find him, likely having agonized in secret for a long time. Seeing that he had been playing with his friends for two hours, she finally dared to come over and greet him when he was alone.

Judging by her appearance, it was indeed difficult for her.

"Hello, my name is Mo Qiong. If you find my name difficult to pronounce, you can call me Magic Ball... I've played those games too much, so I won't join this time." Mo Qiong felt awkward leaving her hanging, especially since his ability had led her to approach him. He couldn't just push her away.

The girl said nervously, "My name is Qin Ya. I'm from the Foreign Languages department, and I'm a freshman. Um, Magic... Magic Ball?"

"Haha, my roommates called me that at first, and then all my classmates started calling me that. I'm too lazy to correct them, it's just a nickname, I'm used to it. It's quite good this way. If I hear someone calling me that, and I've forgotten who they are, then hearing this name at least tells me they're from Yan Da." Mo Qiong chuckled.

Mo Qiong didn't have luck with women, not because he was introverted, but simply because he didn't have money to go out and play.

They sat by the sea, enjoying the sea breeze and drinking beverages, chatting about this and that. They gradually became more familiar, and Qin Ya was no longer as nervous as she was at the beginning.

Through their conversation, he discovered that Qin Ya not only studied dance since childhood but was also a top student, fluent in four foreign languages, capable of listening, speaking, reading, and writing. She currently worked part-time doing some copywriting and translation, including participating in localization work with some subtitle groups.

In her daily life, she often frequented the library to study some obscure professional vocabulary.

Mo Qiong also liked to go to the library, not only because he had a crush on the female librarian but also because he mostly studied there. After all, if he stayed in the dorm, Han Dang would drag him into playing games.

Perhaps because his mind was focused on making money, the conversation gradually and unknowingly steered towards treasures.

"Speaking of treasures, I actually read some documents in the library. In the middle of the Ming Dynasty, there was a great pirate who ravaged the southeastern coast for a long time, plundering many sea merchants smuggling goods in Jiangnan and accumulating a vast fortune. He was once known as the Pirate King. Although he was later wiped out by General Qi, his wealth disappeared without a trace. Yu Dayou, the Commander of Fujian, had searched his stronghold, but besides a small amount of property, the real treasures plundered by that great pirate were never found," Qin Ya recalled.

Mo Qiong's eyes lit up, and he asked, "What kind of treasures?"

Qin Ya replied, "Uh? Things like gold, silver, and jewels, I suppose. Since he robbed many merchant ships, there might have been silk and porcelain too."

"But none of these were as valuable as a crown. That was the reason the Great Ming Dynasty spared no effort in sending troops to eliminate him."

Mo Qiong immediately became excited. Pirates, treasures – these things indeed existed. If he could find them, he would be rich.

"Tell me quickly," Mo Qiong urged.

Qin Ya said, "That great pirate also did a major deed: he broke into the Ryukyu royal palace and stole the crown that the Great Ming had bestowed upon Ryukyu..."

The Great Ming treated Ryukyu extremely well. Among many tributary states, Ryukyu received the best treatment. Not only did the Great Ming give Ryukyu large ships to help develop its maritime trade.

It even granted Ryukyu's imported goods tax exemption and allowed unrestricted trading in the imperial capital. Furthermore, the return gifts for tribute missions were significantly more generous than those given to other countries.

The royal crown of Ryukyu itself was a gift from the Hongwu Emperor.

Given such a close relationship, the fact that a pirate managed to steal the crown was an unforgivable offense. This led to the utter destruction of that arrogant pirate.

However, although the great pirate was annihilated, neither his accumulated wealth nor the crown was ever found.

In response, the Great Ming Dynasty later bestowed another crown, even more magnificent than the first. That subsequent crown has been passed down to the present day and is now displayed in a museum.

"Very well..." Mo Qiong decided. Once he was properly prepared, the first treasure he would seek was that crown.

Of course, while the crown was valuable, Mo Qiong found the gold, silver, and jewels hidden by the great pirate to be far more useful to him.

His excitement upon hearing about the crown stemmed from needing a distinctive landmark for his targeting ability.

Undoubtedly, gold and silver jewelry were not distinctive, but that crown was absolutely unique.

The crucial question was, how would he know what the crown looked like?

"Do you have a picture of that crown?" Mo Qiong asked.

"Yes, every king had his portrait taken, wearing his own crown. The library has those pictures, though I can't recall the details. It was covered in many gems," Qin Ya replied.

"The library... I'll look for that book tomorrow," Mo Qiong said. To hit a target precisely, it was best to have a detailed lock-on, the clearer the image in his mind, the better.

He decided to go to the library tomorrow to research and prepare.

Even though he currently lacked the qualifications to sail overseas.

Qin Ya hurriedly said, "I know where it is, I'll take you!"

Mo Qiong paused, then thought about it and agreed.

"Alright, tomorrow at ten in the morning."

"Mhm..." Qin Ya softly responded, her voice as faint as a mosquito's.

Mo Qiong knew what she was thinking; she was likely treating this as a date.

Although Mo Qiong had a good impression of Qin Ya, it had arisen from his experimental abilities, using pheromones to make people incredibly enthusiastic towards him, which made him feel a bit awkward.

After a moment's thought, he said, "Oh, right. You go to the library often, you must know Che Yun, right? She's the administrator there."

"Of course! Sister Yun is very good to me, and she knows the library so well. She often recommends books I really need," Qin Ya said.

"Yes, she's very smart and charming. When I start working, I'll definitely confess to her," Mo Qiong said.

"..." Qin Ya froze, then after a long pause, asked, "You like Sister Yun?"

"Yes, I like her. It's not a secret; many of my classmates know," Mo Qiong said, looking at Qin Ya.

Qin Ya blinked but said nothing.

They chatted for a while longer, and Mo Qiong first escorted her back before returning to drag Han Dang back to the dormitory.

Mo Qiong believed that by expressing that he liked someone else, the unique impression caused by the pheromones would no longer develop further.

This wasn't just talk; he genuinely liked Che Yun.

She wasn't a student, but she didn't look old either. She might have stayed to work at the library after graduation.

However, it might have been part-time, as she was only seen for a few days at the end of each month; students managed the library the rest of the time.

To others, she was just an ordinary social worker at Yan Da, quite good-looking but wearing glasses.

But in Mo Qiong's eyes, she possessed a unique charm, an indescribable beauty.

How to put it? It was as if he innately understood her perfectly.

Once, a classmate tried to deceive a girl in the library with obvious lies. Che Yun heard it, glanced at the male classmate from afar, and said nothing.

But Mo Qiong noticed this detail and suddenly grasped Che Yun's thought: Say one more word, and I'll break your legs.

That was likely automatic inference from her expression, but when dealing with others, he wasn't so certain. With Che Yun, however, he was very confident, as if Mo Qiong could feel Che Yun's thoughts, as if she truly thought that.

It was a very unique, indescribable telepathic connection.

However, it seemed to be one-sided. Because of this, Mo Qiong was always secretly observing in the library, trying to catch glimpses of Che Yun's thoughts when he could.

Watching her so often, he sometimes dreamt of her. In his dreams, this ordinary library social worker would wear magnificent attire, take off her glasses, and attend lavish banquets, or wear cute pajamas and sleep restlessly on her bed, rolling off it as she slept.

Other times, she would participate in extreme sports, even skydiving and wingsuit flying.

Having such dreams so often made Mo Qiong wonder if he had fallen in love with her.

p.s: In theory, this book has a female lead. I'll try my best not to lose her