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Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Lost Song of the Deep (26)


"To me, sister is more than just a trusted teammate," Qin Mubai said softly. "In this matter, I really didn’t give you a chance to choose."


It was clear that no one could bear to see him like this.


Ye Nianchu raised her hand and gently ruffled his dark hair, her eyes serious. "You’re important, not just as a teammate in the game."


A teammate is someone who works together towards a shared goal and clears the game, without any personal interaction beyond that.


She had nearly died in the water twice; the second time, she had actually died for real.


Only Qin Mubai had reached out to her.


Ahead of them, the Goni continued to drift with the waves, as people fell into the sea continuously. However, the area around them was much calmer.


It seemed that because Qin Mubai was present, the sirens swimming through the water did not attack them.


Ye Nianchu briefly recounted the events on the ghost ship. "The player named Zhong Liang probably has some valuable items."


Qin Mubai's long eyelashes drooped slightly. His seemingly harmless smile grew wider, but his eyes turned colder.


He had seen Zhong Liang in the sea as well. If he had arrived a bit later, that person would have gone towards Ye Nianchu.


"What about the cruise ship?" Ye Nianchu asked.


"The people in the inner staterooms are in chaos because of the sirens," Qin Mubai said, looking at the cruise ship ahead. "After tonight, there probably won’t be many people left up there."


As dawn approached, the wind and rain eased, and the Goni reached the edge of the 'Devil Quarter.'


Ye Nianchu looked down at the deep, dark sea, thinking about how to manage the upcoming days.


The Goni needed to be preserved; otherwise, completing the second mission would be impossible. The game didn’t specify that the mission had to be on the Goni.


But with the severe weather and the unpredictable 'Devil Quarter,' small yachts are unsafe, and waves of over ten meters could easily capsize them.


Ye Nianchu propped up her chin and asked with a sideways glance, "Can you still change back?"


Qin Mubai nodded and smiled gently. "The time limit is 24 hours."


"So far, the strongest ability I’ve seen is your copy ability," Ye Nianchu said, her lips pressed together as she looked at him with envy.


It’s like playing a card game where others draw two cards in a row, while you draw a hundred and get nothing.


Such luck.


Don’t say the system favors him; even if it’s said that the system is created by him, Ye Nianchu would believe it.


Qin Mubai knew what she was thinking. The corners of his lips curved into a shallow smile. "This ability was obtained for the third time."


What?


Three times?


In other words, he had given up a second chance to reach S Grade.


Ye Nianchu was momentarily stunned. She had once hesitated about giving up her ability. The water ability was practical but not very useful in a fight.


But she was afraid that if she gave up, the next random allocation might not be as good as this one, so she abandoned the thought.


Others are surviving; he is playing.


"And there are limitations," Qin Mubai added. "As you’ve seen, I can’t leave the sea when it’s not raining."


During the daytime, the blue tails of the fish in the sea were more vibrant and visible.


The rainstorm arrived as expected.


The sea became stormy again.


Ye Nianchu sat in the cabin, listening to the sound of the tide, and soon felt drowsy.


Knowing that Qin Mubai was there, she closed her eyes peacefully and took a nap.


The swaying light illuminated Ye Nianchu’s face. Her long eyelashes, like butterfly wings, quivered slightly. Her long hair partially covered her fair face, giving her a serene and gentle appearance.


When Qin Mubai came in, having dried off, he saw this scene.


A wave of tenderness washed over him.


He took out a blanket from his space and gently covered Ye Nianchu with it.

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