78: Chapter 77 The Power of the Magic Disc Reappears

Raji suddenly opened his eyes.

The compass in his mind showed that the nearest red dot was less than fifty meters away.

[Target: Iron-Armored Alligator Turtle]

[Rank: Mid-Rank Sea Beast]

[Danger Level: Lethal]

[Weakness: Under the third scale on the abdomen, at the junction with the neck.]

Storms, ocean currents, temperature. Data updated in real-time at the millisecond level flickered on the edge of the compass.

All the information that once required guessing or gambling with one's life was now clearly displayed before his eyes. The compass had become an invisible pair of eyes, looking directly through this pitch-black Magic Sea.

Raji stopped kowtowing.

He stared at the compass.

The red dot was rapidly approaching from underwater on the left, its trajectory clearly visible.

He braced himself against the deck and stood up. His legs were still trembling, but he stood straight.

He knew which direction the sea beast was coming from.

He knew which way to dodge.

He knew where to stab with the broken iron knife in his hand.

With eyes, he was no longer a blind man waiting to die with his eyes closed.

Nancy stared intently at the compass.

On the compass interface, the area of her own Houseboat was emitting a faint yellow light.

[Area Assessment: Relatively Safe.]

Tears welled up in Nancy's eyes. She did not understand the specific algorithm for "Relatively Safe."

But she knew that this meant she had gained a brief moment of respite; the Fate Platform and the compass had helped her buy time to catch her breath.

On the compass, three red dots were swimming rapidly from the distance directly in front.

And as the three red dots got closer, the information displayed became more comprehensive.

Danger level, characteristics, body size, and possible weaknesses...

Nancy raised the back of her hand to wipe away her tears. She gripped her harpoon with both hands, locking her gaze on the direction the red dots were moving.

With preparation, she had the courage to fight.

"Come on," she said, her voice hoarse, "you beasts. Let's see who dies first."

Tom looked at the dense clusters of red dots in his mind.

He gasped.

Then he laughed.

He laughed out loud, with tears, with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster.

Darkness had once been his greatest enemy. He didn't know where the sea beasts were, didn't know when he would die.

Now, he could see.

Every red dot.

Every movement trajectory.

Every sea beast's weakness. All of it was imprinted in his mind.

He was no longer prey with his eyes covered.

He was a hunter with a full-map view.

"Port side, thirty degrees, distance twenty meters, mid-Rank Serrated Fish." Tom whispered the information from the compass.

He grabbed the homemade spear at his feet, turned, and aimed at the port side.

The water surface broke, and a sea beast covered in sharp teeth leaped out.

Tom didn't dodge; following the weakness marked by the compass, he thrust the spear fiercely into the sea beast's gill slits.

Blood sprayed out.

The sea beast struggled and crashed onto the deck, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

Tom pulled out the spear, panting heavily, and looked at the red dot on the compass that had dimmed.

"Next one." He gripped the spear tightly.

The entire Magic Sea.

Over two billion survivors from other civilizations. At this moment, they completed a complete shift in their mindset.

They had anticipated that the magic sea compass could help them, but they hadn't expected it to directly install a pair of eyes that could capture life.

The activation of the compass erased the fear brought by the darkness. The bridging of the information gap allowed them to regain their fighting instincts as humans, granting them the courage to fight!

The most toxic part of fear was never the danger itself.

It was that you didn't know where it came from, how big it was, or whether it could kill you.

But now, the magic sea compass told them all of this.

The position, body size, movement speed, and Rank of every sea beast—even the weaknesses were clearly marked.

It was like having someone shove the answers into your hand before an exam; what were you still afraid of?

Afraid, of course, they were still afraid.

But even if they were afraid, their hands no longer shook.

...

At this moment, on the Magic Sea, those strong individuals from other civilizations who were still on the Fate Platform.

Compared to the strong individuals from other civilizations in the same sequence on the personal leaderboard who had been kicked off the Fate Platform, the scale and Rank of the sea beasts they encountered were no less intense, but they had the assistance of the magic sea compass.

It was unexpectedly much easier.

Polar Bear Camp

On the compass interface in Igor's mind, seven red dots were approaching from the northwest in a fan-shaped formation. The nearest one was four hundred meters away, moving at a speed of twelve meters per second.

[Target: Cold-Spine Thorn Shark × 7]

[Rank: Mid-Rank Sea Beast]

[Body Size]

[Characteristics: Group hunting, speed increases by 40% in low-temperature environments, extremely high scale hardness]

[Weakness: The junction of the cartilage at the base of the dorsal fin, the gap between the fourth and sixth scales on the abdomen]

Igor stood on the deck of his Houseboat, which had been reinforced with ice crystals; the white breath he exhaled instantly condensed into frost particles.

Four hundred meters.

Three hundred fifty.

Three hundred.

He moved.

Stepping onto the ice, his entire body plunged into the sub-zero seawater like a cannonball fired from a chamber.

His cold adaptation talent allowed him to be like a fish in water in the icy water, or even faster. He headed straight for the abdomen of the leading Cold-Spine Thorn Shark, his fist wrapped in frost, accurately striking into the gap of the fifth scale.

One punch.

Shark blood sprayed out, freezing into red ice crystals due to the extreme cold, scattering in the darkness like shattered gemstones.

On the compass, one red dot dimmed.

Six left.

He didn't stop, turning to face the seven or eight-story-tall behemoth that had emerged from the water a hundred meters away, exuding a pressure that forced even him to look solemn.

But in his eyes, its body was already marked with all sorts of information.

Gaul Camp.

Emily leaned against the mast, her left hand gripping the hilt of the Rose Thorn.

In the compass, the red dots around her were not dense. Having low merit points had its advantages—the density of sea beast distribution was also low.

A mid-Rank Sword-Beak Sailfish broke out of the water from the starboard side, moving at extreme speed.

But the compass had marked its movement trajectory twelve seconds ago.

Emily didn't even straighten her body from the mast.

She simply extended her sword at the point where the trajectory intersected.

The Silver Grade rapier pierced into the gill slits of the Sword-Beak Sailfish—the weakness marked by the compass.

Clean and neat, killing it in one blow.

Fish blood splattered on her face, and she wiped it off with her sleeve.

"Heh."

She chuckled.

This compass. It was simply a cheat code born for battle.

The compass gave a prompt.

She turned to face the first thirty-meter behemoth of the night that had made her feel pressure, yet was now covered in marked information.

Hebrew Camp.

Solomon did not participate in the battle.

Relying on the Alchemist's Handbook, he had long become an alchemist with extremely profound knowledge and strange abilities.

At this moment, within a hundred-meter radius outside his Houseboat and several tens of meters deep, he had sprinkled a special, highly effective Demonic Beast repellent.

So even though the Magic Sea was churning right now, with countless sea beasts attacking survivors like mad.

He was quietly squatting in the cabin, using the compass's sea area scan to frantically record the energy fluctuation characteristics of every type of sea beast, the inferred composition of their scales, and the correlation between their body fluid color and their Rank.

An alchemist doesn't need to kill enemies with his own hands.

What he needs is data.

And the magic sea compass was pouring a rainstorm of data upon him.

A huge red dot was being frantically prompted to him by the magic sea compass.

It hadn't made a move yet, seemingly observing something from a few hundred meters away.

But all the data and information were already known to Solomon.

This sea beast was terrifying; Solomon knew at first glance that in a conventional state, he was definitely not its opponent.

But his strength was alchemy, and he was good at adapting to local conditions and using targeted means.