191: Chapter 191 The Grand Vision of the Empress!

Night fell deeper.

Ferry No. 819 sailed steadily across the black ocean surface.

After dinner, it was a rare moment of leisure.

At this time, the world chat channel had already exploded.

Those survivors who had luckily escaped from Blackgold Harbor began frantically spamming the channel with revelations as soon as they left the danger zone.

[Shocking! Devilman appears in Blackgold Harbor! Wings on his back, tearing top-tier big shots apart with his bare hands!]

[The one above is ignorant, what Devilman? That's God Du! I saw him with my own eyes leading a group of top-tier beauties, wiping out the Sky Dome Chamber of Commerce's Ace Legion!]

[It's true! I was scavenging on the next street at the time! That scene was practically a clash of gods! God Du's final look almost made me pee my pants from hundreds of meters away!]

[Holy crap! Not only is his strength heaven-defying, but he's also clearing levels with girls? This is the true winner in life!]

Xia Lai picked her teeth while browsing the world chat channel, suddenly letting out a snort like a pig.

"Captain, you're famous! This time you're a real top-tier celebrity!"

She projected the screen into the air and pointed at the pinned, red-highlighted message:

"Look at this! Someone is offering 20 life essence for your coordinates, saying they want to cling to your thigh and be carried!"

"Some rich ladies are crying and screaming to get on your ship, saying they'll unlock any pose as long as they can get on."

Chen Du glanced at it and gave a nonchalant hmph.

"20? Who are they looking down on?"

He tilted his head back, drained the wine, and a playful, cold smile curled on his lips: "Let them search. If they can even catch the taillights of No. 819, I'll consider it my loss."

This calm yet arrogant vibe made the eyes of several new girls sparkle.

This was their captain.

In this apocalypse, others were surviving, while he was on vacation!

"Sss—!"

"This meat... this meat has too much kick!"

At the other end of the dining table, Tang Ran suddenly let out a strange cry.

She had just stuffed a piece of braised pork into her mouth, and her wheat-colored skin flushed with a sudden redness.

"What's wrong? Is it poisoned?" Lin Keke was so startled she dropped her chopsticks.

"Poison my ass! It's power!"

Tang Ran stood up abruptly and threw two punches into the air, the wind from her fists whistling: "As expected! This food really adds buffs!"

Chen Du looked at Liu Ting and praised her generously: "Liu Ting, use the ingredients however you want from now on. Keep everyone's buffs fully refreshed for me!"

Liu Ting's face was flushed as she nodded vigorously: "Yes! Captain!"

As long as she could prove her value, she wasn't afraid of being abandoned.

After eating and drinking their fill, that little vixen Lin Keke started acting up again.

Holding her phone, she clung to the Tailor Su Qing like a salesperson.

"Sister Su Su, please! You're a professional, help me make this outfit! It has to be a one-to-one recreation!"

Su Qing glanced at the screen, and her face instantly turned beet red.

"This... this is too little fabric. Can this even be called clothes?"

Chen Du's eyes swept over, and his heart skipped a beat.

Final Fantasy's Tifa Lockhart.

That tight white tank top, the miniskirt, and the iconic black suspenders...

How was this clothing? This was Jerusalem! This was a man's faith!

If she wore this out to fight, wouldn't the enemies die from nosebleeds first?

"Can... can this really be worn?" Su Qing looked timidly at Chen Du, seemingly seeking the head of the household's opinion.

"Ahem."

Chen Du cleared his throat, looking righteous: "Su Qing, Keke is right."

"Her talent is Old Dreamer, so costumes and props are naturally part of her strength. Su Qing, try to satisfy her. Whether it's the material or the... degree of recreation, do it to the extreme. If you lack materials, ask Xia Lai for them."

"Yay! Long live the Captain!"

Lin Keke cheered and blew Chen Du a kiss, "When the outfit is ready, I'll go to your room tonight... to demonstrate my combat power privately~"

This little vixen! Who could resist?

Chen Du cursed inwardly but felt that this apocalyptic game wasn't actually that bad.

At this moment.

Xia Mo took a small sip of red wine, her eyes drifting to her eldest sister, Xia Xin, who was sitting in the corner looking a bit lonely.

As the primary partner, she knew all too well what her repressed eldest sister was thinking.

Rather than waiting for other little vixens to come aboard and compete for favor, it was better to keep the benefits within the family and help her sister secure a spot first!

Xia Mo gently nudged Xia Xin's arm and handed her a glass of red wine.

"Big Sister, go pour the Captain a drink."

Xia Xin was stunned, her face turning red as she waved her hands in a panic: "Ah? Me... why should I go? I'm not going, it's too awkward..."

"It's not awkward."

Xia Mo leaned into her sister's ear, her voice carrying a hint of seduction, "Look at Lin Keke and Li Yaozhi, which one of them isn't throwing themselves at him? Big Sister, on this ship, the Captain is the sky. Don't you want to... be closer to the sky?"

Xia Xin's heart skipped a beat.

She looked up at the only man on the ship.

The sea breeze ruffled his black hair, and that lazy yet domineering aura indeed made one's... legs weak.

In fact, she had wanted to for a long time, but she had always been held back by her sisters; she hadn't expected Xia Mo to have seen through her long ago.

"Go on, Big Sister!" Xia Mo gave her a push.

Xia Xin bit her lower lip and shuffled over slowly.

"Cap... Captain, have a drink."

Chen Du turned around and saw it was Xia Xin.

This eldest sister was different from her two younger sisters; she had a plumpness and gentleness unique to mature women.

Especially her figure, which was the most bountiful among The three Xia sisters.

"Thanks."

Chen Du smiled.

As he took the wine glass, his fingertips brushed across the back of her hand.

Xia Xin trembled all over but didn't pull away.

Watching this scene, the corners of Xia Mo's mouth curled up slightly.

Excellent, it seemed the progress bar for the 'Sister Bowl' was already at ninety percent.

...

Meanwhile.

In the pitch-black hold of the ship.

Under the dim light, sounds of chewing and screams intertwined.

"Argh! Stop licking! Skin! My skin is coming off!!"

Wang Ce huddled in the corner, shaking like a sieve.

In front of him, Mao Mao was treating him like a fragrant and crunchy teething stick.

That long tongue kept tasting back and forth on Wang Ce's thigh.

Every lick felt like being scraped harshly with a wire brush.

"Roar..."

A low, pleased growl came from Mao Mao's throat.

Those dead-gray eyes stared at Wang Ce incessantly, as if considering which part would be the chewiest to bite into.

"Help!! Mom! I want to go home!!"

"Chen Du! Master Chen! I'm your dog! Please, just take me away!"

Wang Ce broke down in tears.

The thing he regretted most in his life was provoking Chen Du, this Living Yama.

Killing someone is just a quick death, but this is freaking mental and physical lingchi!

The Captain's cabin on the top floor.

Chen Du was enjoying Wang Ce's wails.

Evil people need evil ghosts to grind them down; this was the karma he deserved.

He stood by the window, holding the purple-gold [talent evolution card] between his fingers.

"The defense still needs to be strengthened a bit..."

The image of that wheat-skinned girl with a wild beauty surfaced in his mind.

If he could push her Berserker talent to S-rank, then in the future, he would only need to sit in the back and command,

While an undying God of War cleared the path ahead.

"Tang Ran..."

Imagine an undying, unbreakable female warrior at the very front; that scene would provide such a sense of security.

Chen Du put away the card.

He pushed open the door and stepped toward the room filled with wild hormones.

"Since she's a Berserker, her physical fitness must be very resilient to 'polishing', right?!"