Investigating the Harbor

Investigating the harbor on the island was something he had wanted to do anyway.

This city was utterly unfamiliar to him, and he had no memories of it whatsoever.

He had searched the entire hotel but found no map of the city.

His phone couldn't show him where he was, either.

That was why he had gone wingsuit flying, surveying the island's road network from above.

While wingsuit flying, he had committed most of the island's roads to memory. His impression wasn't entirely precise, but it was close enough.

From what he had seen, the island wasn't large, only about the size of a third-tier city.

There was a harbor not far from his hotel.

He should be able to reach it in fifteen minutes.

Other than that, there was no airport.

The only means of transportation were the cars parked here and there around the island.

He wasn't in a hurry to visit places like the police station or the military base, because they weren't very useful to him right now.

A meal had to be eaten one bite at a time, and things had to be done one step at a time.

Investigating those places could wait.

He wanted to find out whether he could leave the island.

If he could leave, he might be able to find other survivors in the world and gain more strength to fight the cosmic invaders.

Even if he couldn't find anyone,

he could still find some powerful military bases and see whether he could take control of them through special means.

After all, the heavy weapons humanity had invented weren't something ordinary flesh and blood could withstand.

Every one of those closely guarded secret weapons was capable of shocking the world and drawing condemnation from humanitarian organizations.

They were so vicious and abhorrent to heaven that they had been sealed away in arsenals.

As long as those weapons existed,

scenes like the zombie sieges in movies would hardly ever happen.

The zombies would probably be wiped out the moment they came into view.

There were also humanity's weapons of mass destruction, which could destroy the Blue Water Planet three times over.

He refused to believe that, with those things in existence, the so-called cosmic invaders could still run rampant and easily destroy the Blue Water Planet.

So if he could leave the island city and obtain those heavy weapons,

his chances of victory would be much greater.

If there really was no one to fight by his side,

then he would fight those cosmic invaders to the death.

They weren't planning to spare him anyway.

Ye Jin gave a cold smile.

Even if you can kill me, I'll beat your balls out before I die.

Besides, he still had the system, his trump card.

That was the key to his victory.

Viewers around the world were puzzled as they watched him set off again on his electric scooter.

"Where's he going?"

"Hard to tell. Surely he isn't so bored that he's going out for fun!"

"Seeing him on that little scooter gets my blood boiling. Drive a luxury car! Go racing! How great would that be?"

"Yeah, how far can that little scooter go? Thirty kilometers at most, right?"

As everyone discussed it,

the camera began to rise.

His direction of travel was marked on a map.

He was heading toward the island's harbor.

Brian guessed his purpose and said, "Ye Jin is heading toward the harbor. It looks like he's thinking about how to leave the island and get back to the mainland."

The audience was startled.

"Host, are you sure the production team has put the safety measures in place? Ye Jin is so strong. He won't use a vehicle to leave, will he?"

If Ye Jin discovered the secret hidden by the world too early,

there would be no suspense in what followed.

Brian smiled faintly, brimming with confidence.

"Please rest assured, viewers. The production team's measures are foolproof. There is absolutely no way he can use a vehicle to leave this city."

"And to keep him from trying any dangerous means of transportation, we didn't even put an airport on the island."

As his words fell,

Ye Jin finally arrived at the harbor.

The harbor wasn't large.

Just as he had imagined, there were no ferries or luxury yachts.

Aside from a few small fishing boats,

there was only a huge, luxurious ocean liner that had run aground. Viewed from the front, its bow had been ripped open, leaving a gaping hole like a bloody scar.

It seemed to have struck a reef, which had torn a huge hole in it and forced it to run aground by the shore.

Seawater poured into its wound.

There was no telling how much seawater had accumulated inside.

Never mind sailing it away; even getting all the water out would be a struggle.

The liner was already battered and scarred, with almost no chance of sailing again.

Ye Jin looked it over from the shore and gave up.

He couldn't repair such a huge luxury liner on his own.

The small fishing boats were all made of wood and relied entirely on oars for propulsion.

To find the right course across the vast ocean

and weather countless storms and waves-

he didn't have the confidence for that just yet.

Besides, it would take far too much time. If he spent two or three months at sea, the cosmic invaders would have launched their attack before he even reached the mainland.

He figured he'd cry himself to death.

Losing a battle was one thing.

Losing before he even fought was another.

Not to mention that the dangers of the sea could claim his life in minutes!

Ye Jin let out a breath.

He grumbled inwardly.

Are those people pixiu? They just up and left without even leaving me a vehicle.

What am I supposed to do?

I'll have to think of a long-term plan.

The viewers were delighted.

"The production team really played dirty with this one. He can see it, but he can't sail it."

"And were they serious about leaving a few little fishing boats? Boats like those have almost zero resistance to storms."

"The production team is so devious."

"Surely no idiot actually thinks they can get back to the mainland in one of those little boats? Knowing how the production team operates, there's no way back in less than a month or two."

Suddenly, someone cried out in surprise.

"Holy shit, holy shit! Someone actually called it!"

"Some idiot really did put out to sea in a boat."

"It's the guy from the Black Flame Country. What the hell, he's way too reckless. Is there something wrong with his brain?"

On the Black Flame Country observer's dedicated screen,

after stockpiling a large amount of food,

he had sailed straight out to sea in that little boat.

The viewers hardly knew what to say when they saw it.

Should they say he had a spirit of adventure, or that he had no brains?

If a little fishing boat like that ran into wind and waves at sea, it would capsize in an instant.

His chances of survival were ridiculously slim.

They shook their heads, predicting the man's death in advance.

They watched him as though watching a monkey show. He wasn't their compatriot, so what did they care how he died?

Brian, too, hardly knew what to say about this sudden mishap.

He could only notify the emergency team to be ready to rescue him at any moment.

After looking around, Ye Jin found nothing he could make use of.

He got back on his little electric scooter and headed for his next stop.