Chapter 72: A New World
Monster World.
High above the Atlantic Ocean, a blue-and-white portal suddenly appeared.
Next, a figure plummeted from a thousand meters in the sky.
A scream accompanied his descent.
“Li Xiao Xiong, you and your rotten bone! I’m going to kill you!”
Ah—
Damn it—
Bang!
With a thunderous crash, the once-calm surface of the sea erupted in towering waves.
It was almost like a performance by the national diving team of a certain country.
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Chat group.
Li Xiao Xiong: Main body, where are you?
Li Changsheng: To hell with your question! I’m still floating in the damn Atlantic. Just how useless do you have to be to find such a lousy bone, you—
User Li Changsheng has been muted for three days.
Mechanical Ascension: Notice: 1. Change your nickname upon entering—World+Name. 2. No porn, gambling, or drugs allowed. 3. No fighting or personal attacks. Violators will be muted! Especially the main body—if you insult him, aren’t you insulting all of us?
A Certain Scientific G-Creature: When I get ruthless, I even insult myself!
I Am the Void: Nice.
Silly Husky: Hahaha, main body, hang in there! Try to get rescued soon! P.S.: 121 days locked in the little black room!
Mighty Panda: Is it too late to change the materials now?
Mechanical Ascension: Doesn’t look likely...
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After entering the sea, the moment Li Changsheng surfaced, he pulled out two empty oil drums from his storage and fashioned a makeshift boat.
He drifted from dawn till dusk.
The sunlight on the ocean reflected with blinding intensity; an ordinary person exposed to such light would have their skin scorched within hours.
But Li Changsheng was no ordinary man. His senses were sharper than ever.
He grew increasingly irritable under the relentless sun.
Fortunately, he’d watched survival shows before, and had always felt a strange curiosity about the ocean. Plus, with food and drink in his storage, he wasn’t at risk of succumbing to hunger or cold.
“If I had a trident, I’d be the Tide Spirit. Snowflakes drifting, the north wind howls~”
He muttered to himself, realizing his predicament was uncannily similar to a certain character’s.
As evening fell,
A cargo ship finally appeared in his line of sight, the words “New York Harbor” emblazoned in English on its side.
The ship was about a hundred meters long, carrying little cargo.
...
At this moment, a ring of battered speedboats surrounded the freighter.
Not a soul could be seen on the speedboats.
Struggling to paddle over, Li Changsheng leapt up, grabbed a rope hanging from the ship’s side, and hoisted himself aboard with little effort.
Only after jumping into the hold did he discover the ship had been raided by pirates.
There were six of them, clad in Somali pirate uniforms, each looking fierce and savage, AK-47s in hand.
A group of people huddled in a corner, trembling with fear—presumably the ship’s crew.
“Boss, we’ve struck it rich this time!”
“This ship’s loaded—over a million dollars in cash alone!”
“Not just money, there’s even a woman. Boss, I want her!”
The pirates, fresh from their haul, greedily surrounded the scattered bills, kissing stacks of cash in their excitement.
Their leader, a fearsome man with a cigarette dangling from his lips and one foot on a stool, laughed coldly: “A million is nothing. Next time, we’ll—” His words froze as he caught sight of Li Changsheng climbing up.
“What the hell! The fight’s over—why are you only getting up here now?”
He thought Li Changsheng was one of his own cowardly men.
Everyone instinctively turned to look at him.
There stood a young Asian man, about twenty-three or twenty-four, six feet tall, with a strong build, fair skin, and dressed in a dark, casual suit, walking toward them with calm indifference.
“Boss, I don’t think he’s one of us!”
“Shit, there was another one hiding! But this idiot must be crazy—he’s coming right at us instead of hiding! Hahaha...”
The pirates burst out laughing.
“Stop!” The leader glared at Li Changsheng, his voice sharp.
Li Changsheng glanced at him, utterly unfazed.
“Motherf—!” The leader roared, instantly raising his AK-47.
From this, Li Changsheng quickly pieced together what had happened. He fixed his gaze on the pirate chief, a gentle smile curving his lips. “I really hate having guns pointed at me.”
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Several red blooms burst across the leader’s chest. He stared at Li Changsheng in disbelief, his mouth working as if to speak, only for blood to gush forth. His body thudded heavily to the deck, dead with eyes wide open.
He’d never imagined that after striking it rich, he’d lose everything before he could even enjoy it.
The others were dumbstruck; no one had expected Li Changsheng to shoot the boss without warning.
“Shit! He killed the boss!”
“Shoot him!”
Panic, fear, and rage seized them all, and they raised their guns to fire.
But their movements, to Li Changsheng’s eyes, were as slow as if underwater. Even with machine guns, they were no threat to him now.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Li Changsheng had never cared for idle words with the doomed. His actions were as swift as ever, his aim as precise—he emptied the magazine in one breath, sending them all to their deaths.
...
He hadn’t even needed to use magic.
Six bodies lay sprawled, some shot in the chest, some in the head, all staring in death, their blood soaking through their clothes.
“Try pointing a gun at me again,” Li Changsheng sneered, glancing at the corpses with contempt.
He noticed the ship was equipped with water cannons, loudspeakers, and powerful searchlights—non-lethal defensive equipment.
Clearly, this small cargo ship relied on non-violent defense against pirates—probably out of respect for human rights.
But to Li Changsheng, who had time to waste debating human rights with criminals? Point a gun at him, and death was the only answer.
He tossed the pirates’ bodies overboard, then approached the pile of cash, picking up a bill and comparing it to the ones in his storage.
Watermark, security thread, color-shifting ink, texture—all identical.
Even the dates were nearly the same.
It seemed the currency from both worlds was virtually identical. Even if a bank used professional equipment to check, they wouldn’t find a difference.
So the money in his storage wasn’t just worthless paper, after all...
With the pirates dead, the crew erupted in cheers, scrambling to their feet.
All eyes fell on Li Changsheng, but no one dared approach.
After all, he had just dispatched six pirates in the blink of an eye.
Life and death meant nothing to him...
And his identity was a mystery...
At this moment, a young woman in her early twenties, slender and fair-skinned, wearing a plaid shirt, was pushed forward.
When she got a good look at Li Changsheng, her eyes widened slightly. Then she stammered, “Hello, my name is Susan. Thank you for saving us.”
She repeated this sentence in Chinese, English, Korean, Vietnamese, and several other languages.
In truth, Susan felt helpless—her mentor, Randa, had noticed that Li Changsheng, like Susan, had black hair and eyes. Sending her to negotiate was better than anyone of a different race.
“Chinese is fine,” Li Changsheng replied, his gaze resting on Susan as he discreetly assessed her.
Susan?
The one from “Kong: Skull Island”?
What a coincidence—he’d just been racking his brain about how to get to Skull Island, and now the opportunity had arrived...
His eyes swept the group, quickly spotting another main character from the film, the geological surveyor Randa.
Thoughts raced through his mind.
Randa was from Monarch...
So this world had not only "Kong" but also "Kong: Skull Island"...
This promised to be a fascinating world.