HPDBC Chapter 133 Sea Clan's Thoughts
Chapter 133 Sea Clan's Thoughts
Song Chen withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged.
He walked along the edge of the street toward the island at a moderate pace. After walking less than fifty meters, his path was blocked by a strange beast.
A demonic fish with a ghostly face.
It is nearly thirty meters long, and its silvery-white scales gleam coldly under the light of the psionic lamp.
It raised its upper body from the ditch, its old woman-like face looking down at Song Chen. Its vertical pupils held not murderous intent, but a businesslike scrutiny.
"stop."
Its voice was sharp, but it deliberately kept the volume low, as if afraid of disturbing its kind who were taking a class not far away.
"Your presence isn't on the register. Are you new here?"
Song Chen stopped in his tracks, his hand not gripping the knife hilt, and his expression remained unchanged.
The shapeshifting technique altered his facial features, making him appear as an ordinary-looking young man.
Suppress the fluctuations of Qi and blood to the level of the middle stage of the second tier, neither too high nor too low, so as not to attract attention.
"Yes."
"Where did you come from?"
"The ship capsized to the north and drifted here."
He had already thought of that answer in his mind.
Occasionally, human ships pass by on the sea: ships of martial arts teams, smugglers, and even patrol boats from small country base cities.
The most plausible explanation is that the ship capsized and drifted to the island. The fewer details, the better; saying too much will only make things more suspicious.
The demonic fish's vertical pupils contracted slightly, and its spiritual power fluctuated.
Song Chen maintained a steady flow of blood and qi, with a moderate heartbeat and even breathing.
The Mystic Eyes of Illusion constructed a thin mental barrier within his consciousness, concealing his true blood and spiritual energy fluctuations at the second-tier level.
This masked fish demon was only at the fourth level; with its mental power precision, it couldn't penetrate his disguise.
But it was clearly not completely dispelled by its doubts; it leaned forward slightly and opened its mouth a crack.
"Old ghost."
Just then, a young woman's voice came from behind.
The demonic fish immediately shut its mouth and moved its body to the side to make way.
An expression that could be interpreted as "respect" appeared on his face.
Song Chen turned to the side, and a woman walked over from the other end of the street.
She was around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, about 1.7 meters tall, and wearing a dark blue cotton shirt and gray trousers. The shirt was tucked into her belt, and the sleeves were rolled up to her forearms.
A standard combat knife hung at his waist. Half of the paint on the scabbard had been worn away, revealing the metal underneath, but the hilt and handguard were very clean.
Her long, dark brown hair was not tied up, but casually draped over her shoulders, the ends gleaming softly in the light of the psionic lamp.
Her Qi and blood fluctuations were in the middle of the third stage, around 400 points.
"Old Ghost, he's one of my men."
She walked up to the masked fish demon, speaking casually.
The demon's vertical pupils shifted back and forth between the woman and Song Chen.
"Miss Lin, his breath was not recorded."
"I told you, they're mine."
The woman's tone didn't become any harsher, but the ghost-faced fish demon's mouth shut completely.
It remained silent for two seconds, then slowly retreated.
"Since you belong to Miss Lin, I won't bother you any longer."
The demon-faced fish turned around, its thirty-meter-long body gliding across the ditch and disappearing back into the shadows of the coconut grove.
The woman watched it leave, then turned to look at Song Chen.
Her gaze shifted from Song Chen's face to the broken knife at his waist, lingered for less than half a second, and then looked away.
Her expression was calm, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
"Come with me."
She turned and left after she finished speaking.
Song Chen followed.
The two walked across the street one after the other. Passing residents occasionally looked up at them, their gazes lingering on the woman, then sweeping over Song Chen, before lowering their heads to continue doing their own thing, without asking any questions.
Judging from the reactions of these people, this woman holds a high position on the island.
The woman led him through a residential area, past an orchard, and finally stopped at the edge of a cliff on the east side of the island.
The cliff is not high, about thirty meters above the sea. A huge banyan tree grows on the edge of the cliff, its roots hanging down like a curtain.
Under the banyan tree were several flat, smooth rocks, with a psionic lamp inserted in one of the cracks, casting a soft glow.
This is clearly a place she frequents.
The woman sat down on a rock and gestured for Song Chen to sit opposite her.
Song Chen sat down, and the sea breeze blew up from below the cliff, carrying the salty smell and the coolness of psionic particles.
The woman took a water pouch from her waist, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and then handed it to Song Chen.
Song Chen took it. The water was fresh, very clean, with a faint, almost imperceptible sweetness.
He took a sip and handed it back.
The woman took the drink, but didn't drink it. She placed it on her lap and looked at Song Chen: "My name is Lin Zhao. What's yours?"
"Song Chen".
He used his real name, because on this island, names are the least important thing.
Lin Zhao nodded. She didn't ask about the origin of the ship, why it capsized, or where it came from or where it was going. She simply looked at the sea, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke.
"It's been a long time since I've seen any new faces."
"Most of the people on this island were captured by sea creatures."
"Since the arrival of psionic energy fifty years ago, the sea creatures have taken the opportunity to abduct people during every large-scale beast tide, and some of them are sent here."
"People from all over the world are here. People from Great Xia, South Asia, the Federation, from far and near, from the East and the West. The Sea Clan has spent twenty years gathering a large number of talents from all over the world."
Song Chen listened carefully, and seven or eight clues were already aligning in his mind.
The beasts and humans coexist peacefully. The beasts help humans farm and produce, while humans teach the beasts mathematics and physics, and selectively abduct humans.
"May I ask the sea creatures their purpose?"
He asked the question directly.
Lin Zhao turned to look at him.
"Build nuclear bombs."
The sea breeze blows up from below the cliff, causing the aerial roots of the banyan tree to sway gently.
"A low-yield nuclear bomb is enough to kill a fifth-tier beast king, while a high-yield one can kill a sixth-tier royal."
"After the arrival of psionic energy, the sea creatures launched a full-scale invasion."
"At that time, humanity used its nuclear arsenal to kill several sixth-tier royals. Since then, the sea creatures have never dared to launch large-scale attacks on humanity's core territory again."
"But the sea creatures aren't stupid. After suffering a loss once, they started thinking of ways to develop nuclear weapons as well."
"But they lack an industrial system, mathematical and physical knowledge, and engineering foundations. They can't even do the most basic smelting, so they kidnap people."
Song Chen nodded slightly, somewhat understanding why things were in this situation.
Why are you telling me all this?
"I tell everyone who comes to the island that it was requested by those sea monsters."
"Could this island produce a nuclear bomb?"
Song Chen asked again.
Lin Zhao nodded and pointed to the island.
"This island is called Guangchang Island, and the entire island is a nuclear base."
"The east side is responsible for purifying the raw materials brought in by the sea monsters."
"The west side is responsible for smelting and processing."
"The South is responsible for theoretical and engineering design."
"As for our side, we are responsible for teaching and training nuclear engineering operators for the sea tribe."
Song Chen was taken aback: "Why train sea creature operators?"
Lin Zhao was still looking into the distance.
"What else could it be? The sea creatures think humans are unreliable."
"But they don't understand, so they need to be taught by humans. Some things can't be solved by just reviewing and assessing."
"Nuclear engineering is not a technology, but a whole system of knowledge. If the marine creatures want to learn it, it will take them decades, but they can afford to wait."