10: Fuel is running low! Goddesses, sacrifice yourselves for survival!

Night fell.

The temperature showed no mercy to the survivors, plummeting dramatically.

The sea wind sliced across the hull like knives, emitting a mournful, wailing sound.

To save fuel, Chen Du stingily cut off all air conditioning except for the bridge.

The hull, built from special alloy, was as cold as a giant ice cellar.

Inside the cabin, more than thirty girls shivered, instinctively huddling together for warmth.

The scene was utterly extravagant.

The three Xia sisters huddled together.

The eldest sister, Xia Xin, with her scandalous figure, was pressing tightly against the second sister, Xia Lai.

The third sister, Xia Mo, had her long, restless legs curled up and hooked around her sisters' waists.

Even the aloof Li Yaozhi couldn't withstand the cold; her remaining leg, clad in black stockings, overlapped with Tang Ran's wild, wheat-colored thigh.

Black and white, soft and firm.

The visual impact was so great, even veterans of the trade (LSP) would have to admit their expertise.

These goddesses, who were once high above, now only wore thin silk pajamas, short skirts, or school uniforms.

The slightest movement revealed swathes of snowy, smooth skin.

The room was filled with a heady mix of perfume, cold sweat, and the unique fragrance of young women.

“Cold... I'm so cold...”

An Nuonuo huddled next to Chen Du's leather swivel chair, like a kitten seeking shelter.

As she shivered, the astonishing curve of her chest trembled along with her.

Chen Du sat in the main seat, not in the mood to enjoy the treatment of a harem master.

He lowered his head, looking at the pitiful pile of supplies at his feet.

Seven bottles of mineral water.

Eleven packets of compressed biscuits.

This amount was barely enough to fill the mouths of the hundred-plus-pound creatures currently aboard the ship.

“No water, no food, no fuel.”

Chen Du exhaled a smoke ring, which quickly dissipated.

“A hellish start.”

Counting himself, there were thirty-five mouths on this ship.

At the current rate of consumption, forget the three-day novice protection period—by noon tomorrow, everyone would have to drink urine collectively to survive.

These women were beautiful, alright, but they were also incredibly expensive to feed.

“Being a captain is tough; it's like raising a pack of high-value, Gold-Swallowing Beasts.”

Chen Du rubbed his throbbing temples.

He glanced at the World Chat Channel.

It was still full of widespread wailing, mutual insults, and some people were even discussing the taste of “Two-legged Sheep.”

Humanity? In the face of survival, biscuit crumbs were worth more than that.

Since internal resources were exhausted, he could only go outside to fleece others.

In this dark, surging Sea of Despair, there must be something more interesting than a few packets of biscuits.

He stared at the “Blood Hand” skull avatar on the screen, his fingertips tapping lightly on the armrest.

Trying to harvest novices?

He should first look into his own Talent.

The cabin was deathly quiet, save for the girls' faint snores and the chattering sound of teeth.

Chen Du held a compressed biscuit crumb in his hand, his expression focused, as if performing some sacred ritual.

“I Sacrifice this biscuit crumb.”

There was no reaction in his mind, only deathly silence.

The sacrifice notebook was incredibly aloof; it didn't even respond with a punctuation mark.

Chen Du curled his lips and painfully pulled out one of his own hairs.

“I Sacrifice the handsome guy's precious hair.”

[Judgment: Worthless trash. Sacrifice Failed.]

The notebook remained aloof, even radiating a sense of disdain that seemed to say, “Are you kidding me?”

“Sure enough, this broken notebook isn't a trash recycling center.” Chen Du flicked the biscuit crumb away, deep in thought. “The definition of value must be based on whether it is 'useful to me' or 'contains energy.'”

Energy... where is there still energy?

Just as Chen Du was brainstorming, a piercing alarm sounded!

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The holographic screen instantly turned red, reflecting the bloody color onto Chen Du's face, making him look ghostly.

A huge, blood-red countdown popped up, shocking to the eye.

[Warning! Fuel is about to run out!]

[Remaining Fuel: 8%]

[Estimated Engine Shutdown Time: 15 Minutes!]

[Once the engine shuts down, the Protective Barrier will vanish, and the ferry will be swallowed by the storm and the Deep-Sea Aberrations!]

Bang!

The metal door was pushed open.

Ye Qiu and Li Yaozhi rushed in, followed by the other girls.

Their expressions were terrified, and their makeup was running.

“Chen Du! What's with the alarm?!”

Li Yaozhi's face was pale. “The ship's speed is dropping! The engine sounds wrong! Are we sinking?”

Chen Du slowly turned his chair.

His gaze swept brazenly over the women.

That look was like staring at pigs ready for slaughter in a market, or appraising items one by one.

From Li Yaozhi's dirty JK uniform, to An Nuonuo's wide petticoat, to Ye Qiu's tight blouse... everyone felt a chill under his scrutiny, instinctively covering their chests.

A sense of foreboding welled up.

“Captain... what do you want to do?” An Nuonuo asked tearfully.

She retreated to the back, like Little Red Riding Hood meeting the Big Bad Wolf.

Chen Du stood up and slowly unfastened the buckle on his belt.

Click.

In reality, sitting for too long had just made it a little tight.

But at this moment, the action appeared utterly lewd.

The girls' breathing hitched.

“Don't be nervous, I just wanted to ask...”

“Esteemed goddesses, are any of you interested in contributing to the collective and helping us overcome this difficulty?”

Hearing this, the girls who had misunderstood relaxed.

Li Yaozhi stepped forward and said, “As long as you don't ask us to die, tell us, how can we help?”

Ye Qiu, standing beside her, adjusted her glasses and said, “If you need people to haul fuel or manually operate equipment, we can do it! Even going to the bottom hold to clear faults is fine!”

“Right! We have strength! We can work!”

“Yes, exactly...”

“Captain, just tell us... what is it?”

The girls behind them agreed one after another.

Compared to being thrown into the sea to feed the fish, doing hard labor was a blessing.

“Very good. That's the spirit.”

Chen Du nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over the crowd once more.

“Since everyone is so eager to help, don't waste time.”

He put his hands in his pockets and leaned forward slightly:

“Now, take off your clothes.”

“Hurry up and strip!”

Those three simple words were like a depth charge, instantly frying the CPUs of the campus belles and goddesses.

“Chen Du! You beast!”

Tang Ran was the first to break down.

Her chest heaved violently, and her fists cracked as she clenched them:

“We're all classmates! You're trying to pull a casting couch scheme at a time like this? You're a captain, not a mountain bandit king!”

“Exactly! You... you're so disgusting!”

An Nuonuo was terrified and shrank behind Ye Qiu, clutching her fluffy skirt hem tightly, her eyes red.

“We are your crew, not... not those kinds of escorts!”

“Chen Du, calm down.” Ye Qiu's palms were sweating, but she forced herself to remain rational. “If you resort to force, everyone will lose faith.”

Chen Du didn't reply, simply observing them silently.

[Warning! Fuel Remaining 5%!]

[Estimated Engine Shutdown Time: 9 Minutes!]

The scarlet alarm light continued to flash on the ceiling, reflecting on Chen Du's face, making him look like a Living King Yama.

He looked steady as an old dog on the surface, but inwardly, he was panicking!

“First, this broken survival game wasn't developed by me, and the rules weren't set by me.”

“Second, I'm not interested in starting some Hainan Sex Party; I just want to survive right now.”

“Third...”

Chen Du lifted his gaze, sweeping over the necklines the women were covering, his tone mocking:

“You don't seriously think those monsters outside care whether you're wearing clothes or not?

“Or do you think dying while wearing these encumbrances will grant you more dignity?”