All-Player Sailing Survival Game

"Welcome to the All-Player Sailing Survival Game..."

"Next, you will spend the rest of your lives at sea..."

"Don't worry if you have any illnesses or disabilities. This system will cure them all and give you a relatively fair starting point..."

"You may sail freely across the sea and do whatever you want..."

"Whether you remain a nobody or become known throughout the world is entirely up to you..."

"The sea will offer you infinite possibilities. There is only one thing you need to remember."

"Keep moving forward. Don't let the Black Fog behind you catch up."

"The Black Fog's current speed is ten knots!"

A peculiar voice rang out in his mind.

Yang Yi woke up and found himself lying on an old bed.

He tried to get up, only to cough from the dust he stirred up.

Looking around, he found himself in a cramped, dim, dilapidated room.

Not far away stood a desk with a desiccated skeleton slumped over it. Its left hand still clutched a rusted flintlock pistol, and most of its skull was missing. It looked as though it had died by suicide.

"What is this...?"

Yang Yi showed no fear. Instead, he looked down at his own thin hands.

He had actually stood up. It was nothing short of a miracle!

Just minutes earlier, Yang Yi had been a bedridden, paralyzed patient. Now, he had miraculously regained his health!

At twelve, he had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. By twenty, he had become completely paralyzed.

But he hadn't given up on his life. He had kept playing games with his mouth and livestreaming, supporting himself with the money he earned until he was twenty-five.

He often played horror games, so motionless skeletons and corpses didn't provoke much of a reaction from him.

"What that voice said... was true!"

Yang Yi muttered to himself and looked out the window.

An endless sea stretched before him, waves rising from time to time.

At that moment, the peculiar voice rang out again, neither distinctly male nor female.

"Everyone should know where they are by now!"

"That's right! You're all at sea, more than five hundred nautical miles apart from one another. You won't be meeting anytime soon."

"There should be a booklet near you called the Sailing Log."

"It has many useful functions that allow you to communicate without barriers. Try it and you'll see."

"As for everything else, we'll inform you through announcements later. Stay tuned..."

The voice vanished.

Yang Yi lowered his head and spotted the booklet on the bed. The words "Sailing Log" were written on its black cover, and it was only palm-sized.

It kept giving off a faint glow, as though calling for Yang Yi to open it.

Yang Yi picked it up and opened it. The first page listed the rules.

[1. Other people cannot board your ship without permission.]

[2. Items aboard your ship cannot be stolen by other players unless you are dead.]

[3. Every ship is equipped with a grappling hook with unlimited durability. Don't hesitate to grab drifting items!]

[4. You need to upgrade and reinforce your ship so that it looks safe enough.]

[5. Beware of the night and watch out for fog. Once you become trapped in the Black Fog behind you, you will die.]

[6. This handbook is soulbound and can be read in your mind.]

[7. At sea, you will never feel lonely.]

The booklet felt like skin to the touch. Yang Yi turned the page.

The second page showed the day's weather, which he skipped for now.

The third page displayed his status information.

Yang Yi

Status: healthy "A diagram of a human body with its limbs spread out, entirely green"

(The average adult has 5 in each attribute. Training can raise them to 10.)

(An attribute value of 10 is the limit for mortal beings.)

Strength: 3 (0/50)

Spirit: 7+1 (0/8000) (Higher spirit increases resistance to sanity loss and speeds up sanity recovery.)

Agility: 4 (0/100)

Constitution: 3 (0/50)

Perception: 5 (0/200)

Sanity: 100/100 (Below 50 sanity, you will go mad. Below 30, you will develop suicidal thoughts. Below 10...)

Energy: 100/100 (Below 50 energy, you will become drowsy. Below 30, you may faint.)

Vitality: 100/100

Talent:

Iron Will: you never admit defeat. Maximum spirit +1. You will always retain at least 1 point of sanity and will not commit suicide. When your sanity drops significantly (to 50 or below), you will enter the Frenzy State.

After reading his attributes, Yang Yi felt a little reassured.

Low attributes required very little experience, so catching up wouldn't be too difficult.

He kept turning the pages and found the chat channels.

They were divided into world chat, regional chat, and private chat.

At the moment, the World Channel was the busiest, with people posting one after another.

"Anyone there?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"I was taking a shit and hadn't even wiped yet. The next thing I knew, I was on a boat!"

"I'm all alone here. Does anyone have a phone? Call the police for me!"

"Who kidnapped me? Do you know who my dad is?"

"Maybe your dad got brought here too!"

"Son, is that you?"

"Don't go claiming random people as your kids!"

"My broken arm actually healed..."

"I can feel pain... This isn't a dream!"

Billions of people were online. Presumably, everyone had been dragged in.

Yang Yi wasn't in a hurry to speak. Instead, he read the chat messages, gathering potential information.

Each person could send only ten world messages per day. Any more required payment in Conch Coins, at a hundred Conch Coins per message.

Yang Yi didn't know what these Conch Coins were, and he didn't have any.

A dozen or so minutes later, the chaotic messages gradually dwindled, and the conversation became more useful.

"Does your handbook have seven rules too?"

"Looking for people to stick together with. Anyone forming a team?"

"We're too far apart, and we don't have coordinates. There's no way to group up right now!"

"We should share information and help each other!"

"Have you checked your ships? I found a piece of equipment."

The equipment's information was attached below.

[Name: Bloodstained Harpoon]

[Type: relic]

[Quality: fine] (Item grades: common, fine, superior, rare, exceptional, hero, master...)

[Description: very sharp. Can deal a tiny amount of damage to Otherworldly Demons, then enrage them.]

Warning: using relics carries a risk of sanity loss.

Then the World Channel erupted.

"What are Otherworldly Demons? There are monsters in this world?"

"How come I don't have anything? All I found in the cabin was some fresh water, bread, and vegetables."

"You have vegetables? Why do I only have sausages?"

At sea, vegetables were much rarer than meat.

"What about your ships? Are they big? Mine's over a hundred meters long. It's way too big..."

"What?! Mine's only ten meters!"

That person soon posted the ship's information.

[Iron Will, level 1, durability 5000/5000, capacity 8000 units, sailing speed: five knots]

[Ship skills: Full Firepower: increases cannon firing speed to 200% for 15 minutes.

Triple-Shot Whale Harpoon: can pierce and latch onto an object.]

[Description: it might not be fast, but you'd better be!]

"Fuck! This game isn't fair at all. His ship already has cannons at level one!"

"Special ships have skills. Mine has absolutely nothing."

"I want to reroll my start. Is there a cash shop? I've got plenty of money!"

"Are you all idiots?

His ship only does five knots. That's slower than the Black Fog!"

"Oh, right, the Black Fog moves at ten knots! He's screwed. Ahahaha!"

Just then, an announcement popped up.

[Sailing announcement:

Every one of you has a different start! Your ships, the items aboard them, your personal talents, and your starting locations were all set according to your personalities and experiences. No objections accepted!]

"Who'd believe that? There's definitely something shady going on! Some people started with weapons, and all I have is food!"

"Others stockpile food, I stockpile guns. Their stockpiles will feed me!"

"Have you considered that monsters might spawn near the people with cannons, but not near you?"

Yang Yi closed the log and began searching the room as well.

He discovered that the flintlock pistol in the skeleton's hand was a piece of equipment.

[Name: waterlogged, rusted flintlock pistol]

[Type: relic]

[Quality: superior]

[Description: once a master's creation, this pistol was submerged for too long and has rusted badly. It has only a fifty percent chance of firing and can deal moderate damage to Otherworldly Demons.

This gun requires no bullets. Automatic reload time: one minute. Ammunition capacity: 1.]

"Superior equipment?"

Yang Yi's expression grew serious.

Just as the announcement had said, the starting conditions were all fair.

Then didn't receiving this gun mean he had started on hell difficulty?

He pushed aside the skeleton on the desk and found a sheet of paper pinned beneath it. It had already rotted, leaving only some of the writing barely legible.

"...There's no food left aboard. I can only try fishing."

"...Had good luck today. Caught a tiger grouper, enough to last two days."

"...Hehe, I fished up an antique pistol. Its gunshot sounds strange, but it looks like it's worth quite a bit!"

A large bloodstain covered what followed. Only the final line remained visible.

"How could something like this be in the sea?"

Yang Yi frowned slightly after reading it, then got up and left the captain's cabin.

Outside was a passage along the deck. He raised his head and carefully examined his ship.