The voyage that followed.
Was long and oppressive.
More than two months of relentless pressure.
Turned the Black Whale into a true floating meat grinder.
The Succession War on the first tier raged in full swing.
Every day, the bodies of princes or guards were carried out.
In this game of breeding venomous creatures to devour one another, the royal bloodline.
Displayed the most primal cruelty.
But amid all this chaos.
One place became an absolute zone of peace.
Suite One on the top deck.
Luo Ye slept until he woke naturally every day.
He played games and ate snacks.
Whenever he got bored, he took his ledger and made the rounds of the princes' suites.
He called it collecting property management and noise pollution fees.
Those arrogant, overbearing princes.
The moment they saw that Hawaiian shirt.
Would obediently whip out their checkbooks.
They did not dare make so much as a peep.
As for the Mafia on the lower tiers.
They were as meek as a flock of quail.
None of them dared cause any more major disturbances.
The greatest villain aboard this ship.
Was neither a king nor a sea monster.
It was the man who strolled around in battered canvas shoes every day.
At last.
After more than seventy days of uninterrupted sailing.
The alarm in the cabins changed.
It was no longer that piercing red alert, but cheerful electronic music.
The Captain's excited, almost trembling voice came over the speakers.
"Attention, all passengers."
"We have arrived at the New Continent."
"Please prepare to disembark in an orderly fashion."
Luo Ye got up from the leather sofa.
He casually tossed aside his controller.
And walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows by the balcony.
On the distant horizon.
The outline of a vast, boundless landmass had appeared.
Lush primeval