Chapter 709

A yellowed notebook, its cover creased all over, looking as though it had been carried close at hand for a long time.

Zhang Yuanqing opened to the first page and discovered that it was a ship's log. The first entry was dated March 1987, and it was full of meaningless drivel.

A few days before setting sail: Ah, the sea, my home. Whenever I ride the waves, it feels as though I have returned to my mother's embrace, as though a warrior has reached the battlefield that belongs to him.

Half a month at sea: I've eaten so much fish I could puke. Life at sea is dull and tedious. I really miss Julie from the Pink Bar. Her full breasts and pale, round ass appear in my dreams all day long. Her cries are so delightful.

One month at sea: Damn it, today I saw the boatswain's ass and even found it plump and enticing. When will this mission end? I want to go home.

Sure enough, no one who kept a diary was remotely proper. Zhang Yuanqing flipped through the pages with a rustle, occasionally lifting his head to glance at the doorway and listen to the sounds in the corridor.

Soon, he found an entry dated August 12, 1900:

"This long-range mission is to salvage a comet that fell into the Southern Ocean. The soldiers are in poor spirits. Although the United Government has controlled public opinion and suppressed the rumors about Sea Monsters, tales of Sea Monsters in the Southern Sea are still circulating through the coastal towns, fishing villages, and trading companies in the south. They say that comet was scattered into the human world by demons, and that any creature approaching it will be corrupted by demonic power.

"Others say that alien life is