It was now 11 p.m., and the World Chat Channel came back online.
A torrent of messages poured out like floodwater through an opened sluice, too fast to take in.
Every player had been waiting for this moment to exchange information and trade supplies.
The system's quantum-reading-like ability allowed players to read and exchange information at high speed.
"Finally, I can talk! There are only a few dozen people in my region, and none of them like talking. I nearly died of boredom!"
"Has anyone seen any natives? Urgent, urgent, urgent! There's nothing over here!"
"I have, but they're all pirates. Fuck, over a dozen ships ganged up on me!"
"That badass, huh? So did you win?"
"Win, my ass. I'm in jail right now. They stole my ship and stripped it to pieces.
This pirate crew plans to sell me to the Golden Commerce Guild. If you run into them, remember to save me."
"You're pretty optimistic."
"Not worried. My boss is already on his way! I'll tell you straight-I'm fucking Iron Brotherhood!"
"..."
The flood of messages contained all kinds of information.
Only a minority of players had encountered natives. Most had been teleported to uninhabited waters with nothing around, much like the safe waters.
On top of that, the World Sea Chart was almost entirely black. Players had to explore and map it themselves, and it did not even provide coordinates.
As a result, most players were lost, with no destination.
Yang Yi skimmed the messages rapidly, looking for players in a similar situation, but found none after several minutes.
"Was I the only one teleported to the Sea of No Light?"
Time was limited. Since he could not find anyone, he posted a question himself, still using the One-Eye title.
"What sea does your weather screen