Chapter 350 Regret

Under his watchful eye, a brand new vehicle was created.

That's not formation... it should be called birth!

The guy less than ten meters away from him, along with the newly born 'monster,' turned their gazes toward him.

Hart felt as if he were being watched by two completely different mountain peaks:

One is an active volcano about to erupt, its danger blatant and scorching.

And another one...

It is an iceberg floating on the sea surface; it is completely unimaginable what kind of enormous creature is lurking beneath the seemingly calm surface.

"I surrender."

Hart released his remaining cane, letting it slowly sink to the deeper seabed, while raising his hands to indicate that he was giving up.

Just 0.2 seconds ago.

He has completed the comparison, evaluation, and decision-making.

Resistance is futile, and escape is a pipe dream. His only chance is to exploit the other party's humanity.

Before entering the [Ocean Era],

He has watched all of Ren's matches against other players.

This Chinese player is bold and decisive, but he has a bottom line that seems a bit strange... or rather, naive.

This is his only chance.

"I'm just following orders, just like Jack... My mission is to eliminate you."

Hart's voice, coming through his mask, was tinged with exhaustion and relief, as if he had truly resigned himself to his fate.

"We are all pawns, powerless to control our own destiny... You are different from us, you have your own bottom line."

"...I apologize for my reckless behavior and will no longer oppose you. I only ask...to spare my life."

Bottom line?

He nodded casually.

"My bottom line has always been very flexible."

He smiled gently, but it sounded somewhat eerie in the dark and cold seabed.

"For valuable 'friends,' the bottom line can be lowered indefinitely."

certainly......

The premise is whether one is qualified or not.

The final interpretation right belongs to whoever owns it.

"I understand, I know the rules."

Hart sighed with reluctance upon hearing Ren Yi relent:

"My ship... my Undertaker, is yours to do with as you please. I'll have it come here right now."

The disappointment in his voice was so genuine, it was almost flawless.

"Forged from Luna Titanium Alloy, equipped with a dual-engine propulsion system and three electromagnetic railguns, it may not be as powerful as your... creation, but it's still one of the best weapons in this sea. As compensation, it's yours."

As he spoke,

He beckoned his finger in one direction, calling for his ship to come over.

at the same time.

Klaus, Ivan, and Nathan are on their way.

From afar, they could see the submarine, completely covered by those abyssal creatures, heading towards the two people who seemed to be facing off.

The Undertaker

"He's insane! He's fucking insane!"

Joseph stared bloodshot at the flashing red icons on the control panel—

[Highest privileges: Funeral mode is activated].

"The boss has locked us down! All manual operations are disabled!"

Bogdan slammed his fist on the bulkhead. "What's he trying to do? Does he want us all to die together?!"

The engine roared deafeningly, which was unusual for it.

Through the observation window, one can see two people facing off ahead, as well as a ship that appears out of nowhere and exudes an ominous aura.

That's the target: crash into it at maximum speed, regardless of the consequences, and self-destruct.

This is... mutual destruction.

Hart Tarry's dictionary only contains the options of mission completion and death midway; surrender is never an option.

The ultimate weakness of the [Ship Modifier] sequence—

The crew and passengers are one; their fortunes are intertwined, and their losses are shared.

The moment he realized that the gap in strength was insurmountable, he had already initiated the final destruction process.

He will dedicate his life to clearing obstacles for the country.

"Quick! Think of something!"

Bogdan urged the weapons expert.

But Hart had sealed off all controllable spaces... They became sacrificial victims accompanying the mad captain to the underworld.

......

I have absolutely no interest in commenting on the performance of this American athlete.

First Morrison, and now this guy...

He didn't believe that the random selection could be so coincidental. If no one gave him special treatment... even Carlos probably wouldn't believe it!

Pass Hart.

His gaze fell on the submarine, its posture resolute and covered in something dark—

If such a large ship could be completely dismantled, it would surely yield a lot of good materials.

He sighed softly.

"I really don't like killing."

This abrupt and seemingly unrelated statement left Hart somewhat bewildered, but there was no time to think about anything else, because the Undertaker had already reached its end—

"Buzz—"

Joseph and Bogdan instinctively closed their eyes.

however,

The anticipated impact and explosion did not occur. The Undertaker, like a phantom cast into the lake, passed through the Abyss without hindrance, its bow sinking into the water and emerging again from the stern, disappearing into the distance...

Not even a ripple.

"What...?"

Hart's mask of composure shattered.

And Renyi did not give him any time to think or react.

He truly dislikes killing.

But the chance of survival is gone the moment the other party tries to retaliate.

Without even using the Snake Shadow technique, he directly and decisively pierced Hart's throat.

"Pfft."

A soft sound, barely audible on the seabed.

[You have defeated America's number 4 player, Hart Tarly, and gained 10 Evolution Points.]

[Trait 3: Bloodthirst. Gains one boost for every ten new species' blood consumed. Current consumption: 8/10.]

"There are always some unscrupulous people who like to complicate things."

With a flick of the wrist, the blood on the dagger...

Then, as he dismembered Hart's body, he muttered to himself with a nonchalant expression:

"If I find any more 'pioneers' who come in with specific missions, I won't ask any more questions, I'll just start over until you stop cheating."

The voice just fell,

Three seafoods swam over hurriedly from a distance.

"Boss!"

Ivan called out from a distance, "Are you alright?"

Klaus stared intently at the newly renovated Abyss, his expression still somewhat reserved, but his eight legs had already stealthily reached out.

I'm too lazy to care.

It's an old problem!

If the engineer isn't allowed to figure it out, he'll be nagged for a long time.

"Boss, the spoils!"

Nathan's slender tail touched the distant ship that had passed through the ethereal Abyss and rushed towards the Undertaker in the distance.

Right, I almost forgot.

"Let's go check out that submarine—"

"boom--!"

Before Renyi could finish speaking, the submarine transformed into a dazzling, round, white flower.

The quiet white light didn't even disturb the water, just like its owner, it vanished abruptly into the seabed of the alien planet.

Siyu stood still and watched quietly.

After a long silence, Ren Yi sighed softly once more:

"pity."

I don't know if they're talking about that submarine or something else.