I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 854 - 944: Trapped? So There Are Two Paths—How Will You Choose?
Jing Shu didn’t misunderstand Old Zhou. Not only did Old Zhou know about the Tick’s New Energy, he also knew that several New Energy incidents were related to Jing Shu. What kind of physique does this girl have to specifically attract New Energy?
Yang Yang once again analyzed the situation for everyone: "Both have their advantages and disadvantages. However, searching for New Energy on the forbidden Nansha Islands might result in contracting hypersomnia and eventually becoming a vegetable, and you might not even find New Energy, or even if you do, you might not make it out alive. But, once found, the reward might be even greater than the trip to the Middle East."
To sum it up in one sentence: The risk is enormous, the reward is tremendous, and the chance of survival is almost nil.
Seeing many people below the stage, who originally looked greedy, now losing their momentum after hearing the life-threatening risk, Yang Yang continued:
"Fleeing directly also has its pros and cons. The advantage is that as long as we don’t go to the Nansha Islands, we won’t contract the strange hypersomnia disease. In this vast ocean, waiting for rescue or finding a way out, there are always one or two paths to survival. The downside is that it’s a waste of time; by the time resources are depleted, we might still not find a way out and could miss a great opportunity."
At this moment, Code Seven stood up and said, "You choose: one path is the high-risk, high-reward, and the hastened death of the Nansha Islands. The other is low-risk with no reward, barely holding on for survival." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Old Zhou said in a deep voice, "You guys discuss it."
Various teams and department heads who had just come in started whispering and discussing.
"To hell with it, let’s just head to the Nansha Islands. There are so many of us; what are we scared of?"
"I think it’s better to scout the surrounding area first, knowing the enemy and ourselves ensures victory. Don’t be impulsive; you must know, no one who went to the Nansha Islands back then came back."
"How long can our food supplies last?"
As the surrounding serious voices reached her, Jing Shu’s expression turned a bit strange. She was somewhat puzzled; hey, hey, hey! Aren’t you the leaders of this official ship? You’re supposed to be the decision-makers.
Why is it that when there’s a problem, it gets thrown to us underlings? Why does it feel more like examiners encountering a problem and directly letting the students solve it, instead of giving any opinions or decisions?
Zhang Lang’s antennae tilted: "Captain, what should we do?"
Naturally, Jing Shu was all in favor of going directly to the Nansha Islands since she had the Spiritual Spring and wasn’t afraid of the hypersomnia disease. But she couldn’t say that right now!
And if all these official ships directly landed on the island and everyone got hypersomniac, would she save them or not? There are so many people, using up the Spiritual Spring would hurt, but not saving them and watching everyone die?
So Jing Shu lightly tapped the table: "The Nansha Islands are strange. I don’t suggest barging onto the island directly. It’s better to first understand the surrounding situation, and then go ashore."
Hao Yunlai opened his sleepy eyes, becoming a bit more awake, and grinned: "Captain, if necessary, send me to gather information first. If there’s any danger, let me face it first." Jing Shu can’t get into trouble; if anything happens to her, who would make him delicious food?
The Four-eyed Boy pondered with an expressionless face, not expecting the legendary Son of Misfortune, who had been like an invisible man these days, to be so well-disposed towards Jing Shu. Wasn’t it said that this person was very strange, with an arrogant demeanor, looking down on everyone?
At this moment, the Xiangxi Corpse Chaser, showing his Big Yellow Teeth, signaled everyone to quiet down: "Folks, stop discussing aimlessly. What we should do first is to tally the food and fuel, so we can decide what to do next. After all, if we’re really stranded, these are the most important resources!"
After saying this, he looked at Yang Yang on the stage. This matter, Yang Yang, as the strategist, knows best.
Combining the official ships with everyone’s private merchant ships, there were nearly two hundred vessels in total. The daily consumption alone was terrifyingly large, and now, being stranded without pirate supplies or a port, this was a big problem!
Everyone quieted down; what Big Yellow Teeth said made sense.
Yang Yang then produced a sheet of paper and said: "The ordinary food on the official ships is sufficient for twenty days, and a few hours ago, Jing Shu’s team handed over a ship’s provisions, enough for another ten days for the current number of people. Now, how long can the food for the personnel on your private fleet last?"
Speaking of this, most people became embarrassed.
Why embarrassed?
Because most brought very little fuel and food, enough for at most seven days of consumption. Their thinking was simple: just like cavalry wars in the past, they hoped to plunder and resupply along the way, after all, every three to four days, they would have to return to the port to resupply.
Not to mention, if they really carried too much stuff, the ships would be small and wouldn’t be able to hold all the loot from the pirates. Consuming a bit more on the way also helped clear space.
And indeed, these days, it worked as they had thought; the loot from the pirates was enough.
Of course, they were counting on one last resort: there were so many official ferries, and the official supplies were certainly abundant. If worse came to worst, they could buy some with contributions.
Dozens of Power Users shuffled around, wearing constipated expressions.
"My ship has over 50 people, only enough for 3 days."
"My ship only lasts 2 days."
"My ship can last for 7 days!!"
Wow, the one who could last for 7 days became the model student.
Yang Yang coughed once: "Alright, dividing up the official ship’s supplies should ensure a minimum of 15 days without issue. Let’s not even talk about food; even if we run out, we still have Zhang Lang. He can produce cockroaches, and in the worst case, what he produces would be enough for us all for several years."
At this, everyone’s eyes sparkled as they turned to look.
"Yes, no matter what, with cockroaches around, we won’t starve!"
"The organization was smart to have a backup, bringing cockroaches along. Otherwise, it would have been a real headache."
Then, Nannan looked troubled: "But they’re cockroaches, aren’t they? Do we have to eat those disgusting, crawling cockroaches every day?"
At this, some people’s faces turned uncomfortable. As Power Users, they had high privileges and hadn’t really eaten maggots or cockroaches.
Hearing this, Jing Shu got angry too: "Cockroaches are for selling in the Middle East, their value is much higher than yours, they could even be exchanged for a few ships of fuel. If you don’t want to eat it, then don’t. It’s a waste to give you some. Zhang Lang, remember her, don’t give her anything."
Zhang Lang nodded vigorously: "Yeah! I remember!"
Yang Yang shook his head, covering his forehead, tapping the table: "It’s not bad to have something to eat. The issue now isn’t food—it’s the problem of water resources and fuel!"
At this, everyone was startled!
Yes, now the biggest issue is water and fuel!
"If we can’t solve the water problem, we’ll only last for ten days at most! Without fuel, we’ll be permanently trapped in this endless sea with no way out!"
