101: A personal maid? This is the life a human being should live!

Dawn broke.

The hammering finally stopped.

When the first grayish morning light fell on the deck, everyone was stunned.

The colossal structure before them was practically challenging the limits of their aesthetic sensibilities.

Xia Lai, with dark circles under her eyes, held a wrench in her hand, admiring her masterpiece with a fanatical expression.

It was a Gothic cottage that completely defied normal architectural principles.

Its framework was made of gloomy, dark-red bloodwood, still bearing faint, blood-like veins.

At first glance, it seemed to be breathing.

Silver-white deep-sea silver had been smelted into sharp reinforcements, tightly clamped at the wooden joints.

Red and white.

Flesh and metal.

This wasn't built for humans; it was more like a palace prepared for a vampire duke.

It exuded a cultish beauty that made one's scalp tingle yet was impossible to look away from.

"Done."

Xia Lai threw the wrench to the ground. "I'm exhausted! If I don't get overtime pay for this, I'm going on strike."

Chen Du walked over.

Without a word, he directly summoned the [Ferry System].

As the [resting room of the dead] was restored to its place,

the comprehensive rating bar on the system interface, which had been stuck at a critical point, suddenly surged forward by a large margin.

Ding!

[Congratulations, Captain! ferry no. 0819's comprehensive rating has broken through its constraints!]

[Reward triggered: Exterior Coating—Abyssal Frenzy Shark!]

[Load immediately?]

Chen Du's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes playful.

"Load."

As soon as the word left his mouth,

the entire ferry emitted a teeth-grating grinding sound.

Creak—creak—

It was the sound of bones growing.

The bare sides of the bow suddenly bulged and cracked.

Two rows of enormous, pale-white, bony fangs forcefully grew out from within the hull!

Sharp, ferocious, carrying the murderous aura of a deep-sea leviathan.

Sharp bone fins extended from the sides of the ship, gleaming with a cold light under the morning sun.

In just a few seconds,

this ordinary ferry transformed into a steel frenzy shark, ready to devour anyone in its path.

On the distant sea surface,

several sea monsters that had been sneaking closer were struck by this erupting ferocious aura.

They turned tail and fled in terror, unable to even suppress the splashing water.

"Holy shit..."

Lin Keke, who had just woken up and run onto the deck, stared at the ferry before her, her toothbrush dropping to the ground.

"This is way too cool! Are we switching from survival mode to becoming pirates?"

The girls who emerged one after another also widened their eyes, faces filled with awe.

The fiercer the ship, the greater their sense of security!

Chen Du stepped onto a newly grown bone fang, looking down at everyone from above.

The sea breeze made his clothes flap loudly.

"The [resting room of the dead] is built. Who wants to experience it first?"

Hearing this, the girls' eyes lit up.

Who wouldn't want to go in?

Outside was damp and humid, with the stench of the sea and deep-sea whispers to endure.

Li Yaozhi instinctively straightened her back, smoothed her long hair, and tried to draw attention with her long legs.

Zhou Qian was even more straightforward.

She directly pulled down her collar, revealing two hemispheres.

Her eyes hooked onto Chen Du like fishing lines, emphasizing "pick me, pick me."

Chen Du's gaze swept through the crowd.

"Xia Mo."

Without the slightest hesitation.

Xia Mo nodded.

With a calm expression, she walked up the steps and stood beside Chen Du.

She was the acknowledged boss lady, her presence as the main wife overwhelming; no one dared object.

"Second Sister." Chen Du looked at Xia Lai. "Technical investment, hard work and great contribution—this room has a share for you."

"At least you have a conscience!"

Xia Lai chuckled and scrambled up, even smugly raising an eyebrow at Zhao Mengmeng below.

Finally.

Chen Du's gaze fell on An Nuonuo.

"Hiding what?"

He smiled meaninglessly.

"Weren't you shouting pretty loudly last night, saying you'd provide special services?"

An Nuonuo stiffened all over, her ahoge drooping.

She made a bitter face, hesitantly peeking out. "C-Captain... that was a slip of the tongue... can I take it back?"

"Invalid."

Chen Du gave her no chance to back out. "Personal maid, it's you. Come up."

She even had to be a maid?!

Below, Ye Qiu and Tang Ran exchanged glances, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.

If they had known being a maid would grant priority experience, they would have volunteered too!

Not just a maid outfit—they'd even accept wearing a bikini or a swimsuit!

...The bloodwood door slowly closed.

The world fell silent.

The constant sounds of waves and whispers that had been lingering in their ears were completely shut out.

Replacing them was a faint, calming scent of agarwood.

"Constant 24 degrees... so nice."

Xia Lai kicked off her shoes and walked barefoot on the thick, long-haired carpet.

This carpet had been looted from a noble's coffin earlier.

Everyone had thought it took up too much space back then, but now laid here, it was pure luxury.

In the center of the room,

stood an oversized velvet soft bed large enough to accommodate five or six people.

Xia Lai let out an unladylike whoop.

She sank into the bed, rolling around twice.

"Ah~~ this is what you call living!"

She buried her face in the blanket and let out a moan.

"That hard plank bed outside is practically torture! I want to die on this bed!"

Chen Du took off his salt-stained coat and sat on the edge of the bed.

There was indeed something to this place.

As soon as he entered, his tense nerves unconsciously relaxed.

Like soaking in warm water.

He turned to look at An Nuonuo, who stood awkwardly at the door.

"What are you standing there for? Change clothes."

Chen Du pointed to a box placed on the bedside table.

It was a product of yesterday's looting—a mischievously crafted, exquisitely made maid outfit that was a bit skimpy on fabric.

"R-Really have to wear it?"

An Nuonuo hugged the box, her toes curling in embarrassment.

"You can choose not to wear it and go blow cold wind on the deck."

Chen Du leaned against the headboard, a teasing look on his face.

Two minutes later.

The sound of rustling clothes came from behind the screen.

When An Nuonuo hesitantly walked out, Xia Lai whistled a loud, cheeky whistle.

The black-and-white maid dress barely covered her thighs, with white lace stockings accentuating the plump lines of her legs.

The most fatal part was,

for An Nuonuo's childlike face and voluptuous figure, the outfit was a bit... tight.

The buttons on her chest were practically screaming, ready to pop off at any moment.

"Come here, work." Chen Du patted the spot beside him.

An Nuonuo, blushing, knelt by the bed.

"W-Where should I press?"

"Shoulders and neck."

An Nuonuo took a deep breath and extended her small hands.

The next moment, something miraculous happened.

She manipulated a warm stream of air, enveloping Chen Du's shoulders.

Air manipulation could be used like this?

In that instant, Chen Du felt his muscles twitch.

The air stream vibrated slightly, simulating the effect of a fascia gun.

"Mmm..."

Chen Du closed his eyes comfortably. "A bit harder."

"O-Okay!"

An Nuonuo bit her lip, a fine layer of sweat beading on her forehead.

This kind of fine control was more exhausting than using the Air Cannon to fight monsters.

Especially with Chen Du's strong masculine aura overwhelming her, making her dizzy and her hands tremble slightly.

"Bullying Nuonuo again."

Xia Mo walked out after changing clothes.

She wore a black silk slip dress.

Her skin glowed white, with deep-set collarbones.

She gently pushed An Nuonuo aside and knelt behind Chen Du.

Her cool fingertips traced Chen Du's hot back.

A clash of ice and fire.

"Hiss..."

Chen Du sucked in a sharp breath and glanced back. "You're joining in too?"

Xia Mo didn't speak, the corners of her lips curling into an extremely faint smile.

Her fingertips, carrying a hint of chill, pressed precisely on Chen Du's pressure points.

This wasn't a massage; it was practically lighting a fire.

"Tsk tsk tsk! This scene is too decadent."

Xia Lai lay on her side nearby, propping her head with one hand, her eyes roaming freely over the three of them.

She reached out and pinched An Nuonuo's blushing cheek.

The feel was surprisingly good—springy and soft!

"Little bunny, why is your face so red? Thinking about something not suitable for children?"

"N-No!" An Nuonuo was on the verge of tears but didn't dare dodge.

She could only let this female rogue take advantage.

One man, three women.

In this closed, luxurious space, the tension of hormones was almost at its peak.

At that moment, the special effect of the [resting room of the dead] activated.

[Soul Pacification]!

Wisp after wisp of black mist slowly seeped from the tops of the four people's heads.

It was then neutralized and dissipated by the sandalwood scent in the air.

That was the mental pollution accumulated from long-term sailing on the Sea of Despair.

Due to overthinking, Xia Lai's fingers, which had been trembling nervously, gradually steadied.

The fear hidden deep in An Nuonuo's eyes slowly faded, her gaze becoming clear.

Even Xia Mo, who had been tense, relaxed and leaned against Chen Du's back.

Sleepiness washed over them like a tide.

This sleep.

had no nightmares, no roars of monsters.

Utterly peaceful.

For these people surviving in the apocalypse,

this kind of immersion was more luxurious than any supplies.