The Blue-White Society
Chapter 39

Going Out to Sea

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Mo Qiong attended classes normally during the day and shot GPS devices by the sea at night.

To prevent the GPS devices from being damaged, he bought fifty aluminum alloy cans. He loaded the GPS devices into the cans before shooting them out. It didn't matter anyway, as no one would see them in the sea.

Although there seemed to be no structures blocking the way in the sea, the water pressure itself was quite formidable.

The GPS devices moved at high speeds through the water, and it was likely they would be rendered useless before reaching their destination.

The cans Mo Qiong bought could withstand water pressure at a depth of 500 meters without deforming, and they were not cheap, costing as much as the GPS devices.

"First, let's try Random Arrow."

Mo Qiong attempted to shoot out a can, relying solely on his imagination of a jewel in some underwater environment.

In his imagination, everything around blurred, with only a beautiful gem clearly defined, submerged in murky seawater. He referenced some online images for the gem's details but altered them slightly to make it somewhat different.

In short, his mental image was of something sunken in the sea, but he didn't think about or consider the details of the environment, such as what might have covered the gem after it was submerged.

This way, even if an identical jewel existed on land, the arrow wouldn't go there because Mo Qiong had imagined a set of seawater reference objects to refine the target.

Actually, this was a matter of detail. If Mo Qiong casually imagined a gem of a certain appearance without defining any other factors, the arrow could hit any gem of the same appearance.

If he imagined it submerged in seawater, then any gem submerged in the sea could become the target.

It was like shooting at someone while imagining them with their eyes open. If that person was now closing their eyes, was it that different? Would the shot miss?

No, even if that person was wearing glasses, a mask, or had makeup on, the shot would still hit them, as long as no one else looked exactly like them.

Conversely, if Mo Qiong imagined the target with glasses, makeup, and so on during the shot, with many additional reference points, the arrow would only hit a target that more closely matched those detailed specifications.

"It might even traverse time and space... Hmm, if the arrow disappears, it's traveling, so that's the most likely possibility."

"If the arrow can truly travel, then even if there are identical targets in other worlds, it will prioritize this world."

"The arrow will try its best not to violate rules. Unless it absolutely has to go somewhere, the arrow generally won't trample on natural laws."

"If something doesn't exist in the entire world, the arrow will disappear. Conversely, if the arrow disappears, it proves that what I'm trying to shoot is not in the same world as me."

Mo Qiong wanted to shoot at a specific person, and it was best to detail the landing situation as much as possible.

However, random shots also had their advantages. For jewels, it wasn't necessary to hit a specific one; any jewel would do.

This way, Mo Qiong didn't need many details: a jewel, submerged in seawater, and the arrow could figure out the rest. Any one would do, as long as it didn't disappear. He could just retrieve the nearest one, as they were all valuable anyway.

"Tsk, it disappeared as expected."

Mo Qiong watched the can vanish, and the GPS fell out from inside.

This situation meant that the imagined jewel did not exist in the current ocean, and the shot had directly traversed dimensions.

"It's fine. This was a shot in the dark anyway. Without detailed landing information, I can only rely on quantity to increase my chances."

Mo Qiong took out his phone and looked up images of various jewels for reference.

Then he continuously shot out stones, watching them disappear one after another, heading to unknown worlds.

This was actually quite safe. Whether the arrows truly disappeared or traversed dimensions, it wouldn't affect Earth, so Mo Qiong didn't need to overthink it.

As long as one arrow didn't disappear and instead plunged into the sea, Mo Qiong could find a way to retrieve it.

After countless disappearances, finally, on the forty-second attempt, the stone in his hand did not disappear. It shot directly into the sea.

"As expected, the probability of hitting a pearl is higher... There are just too many types of jewels."

On the forty-second attempt, Mo Qiong's target was a large pearl, perfectly round, plump, and the size of a fist.

This was a rare situation. There happened to be a pearl in the sea that exactly matched Mo Qiong's imagination in terms of color, size, luster, and shape.

After using the cans to pinpoint the location, he continued this process repeatedly until only eight cans were left.

"Hmm, only eight cans left. I need to keep some in reserve."

Mo Qiong temporarily stopped shooting these random arrows. The ocean was vast, and even if he found something, it might be extremely far away. He would only retrieve one or two in the end.

"I'll shoot one more to find a crown, and keep the remaining seven for now."

So, he changed his target to a crown. He shot a GPS can from the water. This can wasn't fast, only about thirty meters per second. It wasn't urgent, so he let it drift slowly.

The can traveled submerged in the seawater, gradually moving further away.

Mo Qiong gazed into the distance, not even seeing the can surface. This indicated that the Great Pirate King's treasure was indeed in the sea, not in some high-altitude region.

If the can had surfaced, it would have meant the crown might be on a mountain, and Mo Qiong would have immediately slid into the sea to chase after it and retrieve the can.

Now, all he had to do was wait for it to stop.

Early Saturday morning, Mo Qiong had been staring at the map, waiting for the GPS to stop. He had already been waiting for more than a day.

Suddenly, he jolted. He saw that the GPS devices searching for pearls had stopped in several locations.

The nearest one was in the waters northeast of the Philippines, over two thousand kilometers away. The ones that stopped earlier were already this far; those that hadn't stopped yet would be even further.

But he wasn't in a hurry and continued to monitor the GPS searching for the crown.

That GPS traveled south, crossing the Philippines and moving further and further away from his country.

"Tsk, it's almost at the equator. How could a person from the Ming Dynasty have hidden it so far east... No wonder they could never find it."

By afternoon, Mo Qiong jolted awake, realizing his GPS had gone offline near the Caroline Islands.

"Did we hit something?"

Mo Qiong shook his head. He knew pirate treasure wouldn't be easy to find. After all, people had been searching for it for hundreds of years without success.

It wasn't a shipwreck, but something deliberately hidden. It was likely sealed within a completely enclosed structure.

In that case, the GPS would have no choice but to force its way through.

It would get in, certainly, but the GPS would be useless.

In this situation, he could only head to the area where the signal was lost to check things out. Maybe the treasure was near the point of signal loss, or maybe it was still far away and the GPS was accidentally damaged.

It was precisely because he anticipated this possibility that Mo Qiong had cast a wide net, looking for some exposed, easily obtainable pearls to secure funds. After all, who knew what the situation with the treasure would be?

"It's so far. Even at a hundred kilometers per hour, it'll take me thirty to forty hours to get there."

"The pearls are closer, though. Twenty-something hours should be enough."

Mo Qiong sighed. Both targets were overseas.

Even on his own boat, no matter how fast he pushed it, he couldn't go too fast. Blowing at about thirty meters per second through the air was about his limit.

For the boat, that was over a hundred and eight kilometers per hour, approaching a hundred knots.

Most warships only went twenty knots. He could go that fast when shooting cans, but pushing the boat was a bit trickier, though it was manageable at sea...

Diving underwater at that speed would cause the boat to fall apart... While it could still move even if it fell apart, it was generally better to maintain a speed of a few meters per second when diving.

"Looks like I'll be living on the boat for a few days. I've got food and water ready. Let's set off..."

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