143: Momo's Rebirth and the Sea Feast

Bright sunlight pierced through the dim clouds, scattering like crushed gold across the dark surface of the sea.

ferry no. 0819 had already entered the deep-sea zone.

There was no land around, no monsters, and no sign of that suffocating Beast Giant.

In a corner of the deck.

Chen Du had a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of chilled beer in his hand, his gaze lazy.

Before him, a circle of girls stood, both nervous and excited.

Everyone's eyes were focused on that pile of "rotten meat."

That was the result of several girls with good handiwork sewing Mao Mao back together bit by bit during the night.

It had to be said, these girls' surgical performance might not have been ideal.

"Can this... really live?"

An Nuonuo hid behind Chen Du, poking out her small head, her voice timid: "Is its head sewn on backward?"

It was indeed a bit of a sorry sight.

Mao Mao's current look was practically a 3D version of a Picasso masterpiece.

The left arm was attached to the right shoulder, and the head tilted slightly to one side.

Another girl had a sudden whim and used red cotton thread to sew a large bow on its chest.

A strange, ugly sense of cuteness.

"It will definitely live."

Chen Du blew out a smoke ring, his tone certain: "I just don't know if its IQ is still there."

Crack!

A crisp sound came from that pile of pieced-together limbs.

The girls held their breath, staring at the pile of meat.

One second.

Two seconds.

No movement.

"Did it fail..." Tang Ran clenched her fists, her eyes dimming.

Before her voice even faded.

Crack!

That crookedly sewn head suddenly snapped 180 degrees!

"Ah!" a timid girl screamed.

The next second, the eyes that were originally cloudy and tyrannical rolled around, finally settling into a sort of... clear stupidity?

It sat up crookedly, looking as if it had drunk two pounds of fake liquor.

Seemingly sensing its master's presence, Mao Mao turned its head to look at Chen Du.

"Roar..."

It wanted to stand up and salute; this was the muscle memory it had retained from when it was alive.

However, because its left and right legs were of different lengths, it only got halfway up—

Splat!

It fell face-first again, eating dirt.

The whole place went silent for two seconds.

Then, a burst of laughter erupted.

"Pfft, hahaha! That's so stupid!"

"It looks like a fallen ragdoll!"

"Oh dear, looking at it like that, it's actually quite pitiful..."

The fear they originally felt toward the Ghoul vanished in an instant.

The girls looked at this big guy who had been torn apart to protect everyone, their eyes filled with tenderness.

Mao Mao seemed a bit aggrieved.

It lay on the ground and looked up.

A long string of drool dripped from the corner of its mouth.

Its uneven eyes stared fixedly at Chen Du, like a Golden Retriever begging for comfort.

Chen Du walked over.

He reached out and patted its head, which was covered in stitches.

"Alright, stop playing dead."

Mao Mao seemed to understand, excitedly shaking its body.

It even went as far as to rub its rotten meat against Chen Du's trouser legs.

"Stop!"

Chen Du planted a foot on its forehead, kicking it two meters away.

"Stay away from me, and wipe that drool off yourself!"

Mao Mao climbed up aggrievedly and, dragging its uneven legs, went to the cabin door to stand guard on its own accord.

It was a bit ugly.

But that sense of absolute loyalty made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Du turned around, looking at those pairs of hopeful, beautiful eyes.

Everyone had fought for their lives last night.

Both mentally and physically, they had been stretched to their limits.

At a time like this, what was needed wasn't some stirring speech.

But the most direct satisfaction of their desires.

Chen Du's lips curled into a smirk, and he snapped his fingers.

"Xia Lai!"

"Present, Captain!"

Xia Lai squeezed out from the crowd, looking excited.

"Is the grill all ready?" Chen Du asked.

"You bet!"

Xia Lai tossed her hair and waved to the girls behind her: "Sisters! Show them the goods!"

Crash—!

A huge canvas was pulled back.

Revealing the strangely shaped, steampunk-style behemoth underneath.

That was what Xia Lai had created using her [Mechanic] talent, modifying steel pipes and stainless steel—

The Fully Automatic, Multi-functional, Rotating Grill!

"This is my, your Second Sister's, work of genius!"

Xia Lai proudly patted the slowly rotating iron frame: "It doesn't just flip automatically; it can also control the heat and even has a built-in seasoning function!"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Tang Ran clutched her stomach, the green glint in her eyes almost visible: "Hurry up with the meat! I'm so hungry I could eat a person!"

"That's right! Bring on the meat!"

Chen Du gave a grand wave of his hand.

If any other survivors saw this scene, they would definitely break down and cry on the spot.

While most people were still killing each other over half a loaf of bread.

A luxurious "forest of meat and pool of wine" was playing out on ferry no. 0819.

Sizzle—

Large slabs of marbled steaks were tossed onto the scorching iron plate.

The fat instantly burst under the high heat!

The visible white aroma drifted several kilometers away with the sea breeze.

"Cumin! Add more cumin!"

"I want insanely spicy! Just let the heat kill me!"

"This steak is mine! I'll fight whoever tries to take it!"

Besides steak, there were whole racks of ribs, well-marinated pork belly, thick slices of luncheon meat... there were even a few cans of treasured yellow peaches opened, their sweet, cloying fruit scent mixing with the aroma of meat—it was practically a dopamine nuclear strike.

Ye Qiu was now wearing an apron, holding two spatulas.

She was dancing in front of the iron plate, looking every bit like a head chef.

"Don't worry, don't worry! There's enough for everyone!"

"You there, bring the chilled beer over!"

The old pervert Xia Lai wasn't idle either.

While stuffing greasy sausages into her mouth, she scurried around with a glass in hand.

"Oh, Nuonuo, it looks like this battle didn't make you lose any weight from hunger."

She held her glass, her gaze scanning An Nuonuo.

Finally stopping on certain curves.

"Tsk, Nuonuo, you didn't get shaken up too badly just now, did you?"

Xia Lai approached with a serious face, her wandering hands naturally resting on the other's shoulder.

She let them slide down smoothly.

"Come, let Second Sister have a feel... I mean, check for internal injuries."

"There's a lot of flesh here; is it swollen? Shall Second Sister massage it for you?"

"Ya—!"

An Nuonuo clutched her chest in fright, "Second Sister! That's just fat! It doesn't need checking!"

Her face flushed red, she hid behind Chen Du, tugging at the hem of his clothes to complain.

"Captain! Look at her!"

Chen Du sat in a rattan chair, enjoying the shrimp Xia Mo had peeled for him.

Hearing this, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at the female Mechanic who was acting like a hooligan.

"Xia Lai."

Chen Du's voice wasn't loud, but it was highly intimidating.

"If you have too much energy, go to the bottom hold and polish the engine for me."

"No, no, no! Captain, I was wrong!"

Xia Lai instantly caved.

She chuckled and raised the skewer in her hand: "I'm just livening up the atmosphere!"

"Come, come, Nuonuo, eat some meat. Second Sister grilled it specially for you to supplement... you know."

Chen Du watched this scene and tilted his head back to gulp down some chilled beer.

Refreshing!

Laughter and playful banter filled the deck.

This extreme relaxation gave everyone the illusion of being in another world.

As if all this was just a nightmare.

Once they woke up, they would still be those carefree college students, still holding club mixers.

"Whew..."

Xia Xin leaned against the railing, a can of beer in her hand, her pretty face slightly flushed.

The sea breeze ruffled her long hair but couldn't blow away the relief in her eyes.

"This is really nice..."

She glanced at Chen Du, who was surrounded like a star among moons, and whispered softly: "If it's this man... it doesn't seem too bad."