5 The Mission

“Don’t think I didn’t see her let my cargo slip away.” The one-eyed dragon’s face darkened. The governor had requested top-quality goods, and now they had been lost. He was determined to make Cen Jiu, the troublemaker, pay.

Who cared what she was? Even the church’s pastor was pleading for mercy now. And some mysterious woman dared to provoke him?

“Silva, I’ll count to three. If you don’t act, you’ll be waiting to die on this ship.” The one-eyed dragon shot a sharp glance. His crew understood immediately and readied the winch to lower the noose down to the sea.

“Three…”

Silva still stood firmly in front of Cen Jiu.

“Two—” The one-eyed dragon dragged the syllable, locking eyes with Silva’s calm gaze.

Cen Jiu glanced between them both. Neither side moved, so she wouldn’t either.

The atmosphere grew awkward. Neither Cen Jiu nor Silva was swayed by the one-eyed dragon’s threats.

The one-eyed dragon grew furious. He felt like a jester being mocked by the two in front of him. Turning sharply, he barked at his men, “Let’s go! Just leave! Idiots!”

His gunpowder was precious, and the two doomed souls left on the ship didn’t warrant firing. In his eyes, without crew members familiar with the water, those two had no chance of survival.

“Too late to regret! Silva, how can your god save you now?” The one-eyed dragon’s voice echoed from below, dripping with schadenfreude.

The sea monster seemed genuinely uninterested in other objects on the surface this time; it didn’t attack the fleeing boat.

Seeing Silva still standing on deck, watching the one-eyed dragon’s party leave, Cen Jiu tugged at his sleeve, leaning in to remind him, “Stop standing out here in the rain. There’s a spare raft below…”

Her eyes caught the pastor’s silver hair, soaked and plastered against his pale skin, glistening as if an ornament. His hand gripped the pendant tightly, whitening his knuckles. He seemed not to hear her whisper, as if his soul had left his body.

“...What is he doing? Shocked stiff or just frozen?” Cen Jiu frowned. Silva’s state looked hard to sway.

She was about to carry him away herself when he finally snapped back.

“My god hasn’t answered me…” Silva muttered softly, barely audible, but the subtitles appeared right before Cen Jiu’s eyes.

So it was the therapy stage. Cen Jiu seized the moment to soothe him, “Your god didn’t answer, but mine did. It told me to bring you out safely.”

Silva’s gaze fixed on her. Raindrops slid down his silver lashes, his eyes wet and mournful like a forsaken silver-furred dog.

He noticed the oil lamp at her waist, its warm glow steady despite the storm’s gloom.

“...” His lips parted, silently forming a word. Without subtitles, Cen Jiu only tilted her head and smiled in puzzlement.

Meeting her intense smile, Silva relented first. “My mission remains unchanged. Let’s go to the cabin.”

Before the sea monster could tear the ship apart.

Silva hurried ahead, and Cen Jiu, puzzled by his sudden return to riddling, followed, asking, “Mission? What mission?”

Silva stayed silent but headed toward the raft’s location. Cen Jiu thought he was just playing his riddle game again, saying no with his mouth but following her lead.

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, and the ship rocked violently under the sea monster’s grip. Cen Jiu collided into his back, engulfed in his faint scent of incense.

“Silva, we haven’t arrived yet.” She pointed ahead; the raft’s room was nearby, just a few more steps.

The pastor ignored her, struggling to push open a nearby wooden door, revealing the prayer room Cen Jiu had found earlier.

[Silva’s Mission (Optional): Silva must complete his mission before escaping together. How are you connected to his mission?]

The save notification popped up again with the mission progress. Cen Jiu felt she was starting to understand the game’s patterns.

As a player, her ability to alter the course was limited. Save points appeared after events progressed but before crises struck.

If her guess was right, the “humanized” save hints that this side quest was quite dangerous.

But how could she not do the mission? It was a quest that couldn’t be triggered after the tutorial scene.

“Sorry, my mission ends here.” Silva stepped into the prayer room as the creaking of the ship under the sea monster’s tentacles became louder. “Take care, A-Jiu.”

He pushed the door, cutting off Cen Jiu’s view.

But the door didn’t close. A hand gripped the frame and forced its way back inside.

“Stop talking nonsense! You haven’t told me what your mission is!” Cen Jiu snapped, hating riddlers the most.

Silva avoided her gaze. “It’s none of your concern.”

“How can it not be? You said you need to complete your mission to leave with me.” Cen Jiu laughed bitterly, pressing her hands on his shoulders, straightening his evasiveness. “I can’t leave you here alone.”

With nowhere to retreat, Silva met her fiery gaze, as if she could pierce his soul.

“Tell me. What is your mission?”

“Boom—”

Suddenly, chaos erupted. The ship shook violently, wooden planks splintered, and driving rain interrupted their talk.

One of the sea monster’s tentacles smashed through the room, breaking the wall connecting to the secret chamber, sweeping in with a roar.

“Watch out!!” Cen Jiu dragged Silva down, barely avoiding the tentacle.

Rolling on the shaking floor, Cen Jiu realized it wasn’t over. At the tentacle’s tip, a huge black eye the size of an adult’s head stared at her.

Pure black, impossible to fathom or describe, reflecting her wide-eyed stare.

Another tentacle slid through the waterlogged cabin, bypassing Silva, reaching for the dazed Cen Jiu.

Silva struggled to rise but slipped repeatedly on the sea monster’s slime, helplessly watching it coil Cen Jiu up.

The black eye made a sticky noise, rotating once before settling on the sarcophagus in the secret room. Carefully, despite the burning pain from contact, it slowly lifted the coffin.

“No!!” The pastor’s scream tore through the air. He had never lost control like this.

Silva’s soul roared, calling Cen Jiu’s spirit back. Only then could she clearly feel what was happening around her. Her health bar dropped as the tentacle tightened. Urgent, but she couldn’t move.

Now able to act, she struggled fiercely, using hands and feet. “Let go of me!”

She pulled out a dagger, stabbing the tentacle repeatedly, leaving scratches. Her body didn’t idle; noticing the sarcophagus hurt the monster, she wriggled to bring two tentacles closer.

Stabbing in multiple spots, she gauged the monster’s reaction—it flung in the direction she struck. The tentacles swung fiercely, hurling her closer to the sarcophagus.

When her health dropped halfway, she finally found a lifeline: a wooden stake fixed to the coffin.

Though unsure if burning the monster helped, the stake looked far more damaging than her small dagger. Holding it was like wielding a large spear.

Gripping it tightly with both hands, her whole body tensed, Silva seemed to sense her intent and pulled away from the coffin.

Her health plummeted faster; she was now in a tug-of-war with the sea monster—losing meant death.

The stake was surprisingly firmly lodged in the coffin. Cen Jiu held on as a dull pain gnawed at her waist.

She had reduced the game’s pain setting to twenty percent, so feeling pain meant she was nearing her limit.

This grueling struggle made her grit her teeth, but giving up was impossible.

“Pull me out—”

The stake loosened slightly. Cen Jiu’s numbed mind surged, summoning all her strength to yank it free!

The sarcophagus bore a pierced hole, earth seeming to breathe as it oozed out.

Ignoring everything else, she raised the spear high and plunged it deep.

The sea monster shrieked again. Tentacles wrapped around Cen Jiu trembled with high-frequency waves. In pain, it reflexively flung her away.

Fortunately, she landed back inside the room. The sea monster, it seemed, was oddly considerate.

Cen Jiu instinctively closed her eyes, bracing for impact.

She wasn’t sure if her health could hold out...

“Ugh—”

The expected drastic drop didn’t come. Beneath her was a warm, springy surface.

She flipped up, spotting Silva lying where she had bounced, his face twisted in pain. He had used his body as a cushion for her fall.

Her fall had drained half of Silva’s health.

“Excuse me.”

No time to thank him. Cen Jiu, weighed down by slime and fatigue, bent down to lift him and shoved open the door.

The sea monster thrashed at the gaping hole in the cabin wall. Cen Jiu’s spear strike had dealt it a severe blow.

The enraged monster coiled around the ship again, stronger this time. Cen Jiu staggered down the corridor, hearing the ship’s frame creak under the strain.

The Flying Ship was about to break apart.

“Cough, cough... can you put me down now?” Silva regained consciousness amid the rocking. He had never been so close to another person, and his pale face flushed faintly.

Just what Cen Jiu wanted—she was eager to set him down since carrying an adult man drained her energy.

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