Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 6, Chapter 1

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Chapter 1 Smooth Sailing

"Before we arrive, Uncle, could you briefly explain to me what kind of place the East China Sea is?"

"Well, that's a very complicated question. Basically, we need to start with the astronomy and geography of the East China Sea. It is said that thousands... even tens of thousands of years ago, there was a lost civilization in the East China Sea area. At that time, the surrounding area was full of volcanic rock layers, and there was also..."

"Uncle, get to the point."

"Ah, young people, why are you so impatient? Understanding the local customs and culture is the key to success for any traveler... And why such a grim expression? Well, to put it simply, the East China Sea has a complex climate. Most of the day is hot and rainy, but the scenery varies from region to region. It could be raining one minute and blazing sun the next, just a ship's length away..."

On the way to the East China Sea, Ah Xue and I had heard many strange tales from Mao Yan'an. We felt awe and curiosity towards those mysterious and eerie legends. However, despite being forced into astronomy and geography lessons by this unruly middle-aged man, we, who had never actually visited the East China Sea, only had a vague understanding of what we heard, unable to piece together a detailed picture in our minds.

From Mao Yan'an's countless "advance to the East China Sea" cramming sessions, I heard things that were already familiar to me.

The East China Sea was said to have been discovered by the famous escape expert, Columbus Ruff, during his last escape. He had committed a capital offense by having an affair with the concubine of a powerful figure. In his haste to flee his home, he mistakenly used someone else's graffiti map and went the wrong way, finally discovering the place while on the sea. Upon landing and kissing the land, he named it "The Island Where the Sun Rises in the East and Sets in the West." Later generations, finding the name too long, difficult to pronounce, and hard to remember, shortened this beautiful ocean to "East Sea." Generally speaking, besides its changeable climate—hot and humid—the East Sea is also as complex in its culture as its natural environment. Mixed-race people from various ethnic groups mingle with the local indigenous sea people, creating a rich tapestry of tropical life on this vast ocean.

Dragon Gods, Fish-Men, Shell-Bearers… and many other unique races and creatures active in the ocean can all be considered part of the East Sea's distinctive culture. However, compared to the strong rejection of humans by the Southern Barbarian Beastmen, the sea people here are quite the opposite. Their warm hospitality often overwhelms first-time visitors, and the fiery passion and sweet charm of the women of Donghai are a well-known fact among many pleasure-seekers. Every warrior setting out to Donghai and every merchant seeking fortune hopes to find their own romantic night here.

However, when the sun rises again, the passionate encounter of that night, like the morning tide, vanishes in an instant. Neither man nor woman needs to say goodbye; if they meet again in the future, neither will remember the other.

For any couple who doesn't intend to take responsibility and only seeks a night of pleasure, this is the perfect environment. Countless love poems have witnessed the splendor of Donghai throughout history. Of course, not everyone is so lucky. Those with good fortune can enjoy a night of sensual bliss; while those less fortunate will experience the excruciating regret of contracting a sexually transmitted disease after being diagnosed by a doctor.

In short, the East China Sea is indeed a very attractive adventure zone. Whether seeking fame or fortune, it faithfully reflects people's desires, and causes countless people who have traveled from the inland to either gain or forever lose the opportunity to fulfill their dreams.

"...So, simply put, the East China Sea is a place with hot weather, lots of palm trees, and very enthusiastic women. Judging from your words, that's probably the conclusion."

"Yes."

Mao Yan'an raised his head, facing the strong sea breeze, and laughed loudly: "Saying too much is useless. Just remember three things that represent the East China Sea: sunshine, beaches, and bikinis, and that's it! East China Sea! Here we come!"

"Oh, sunshine? Beach? Bikinis? That sounds amazing!"

I grabbed Mao Yan'an by his soaking wet collar and yelled, "Bullshit! Open your eyes and look carefully! Where are all those things you're talking about? Where are they?"

I looked around. The sky was filled with thick, dark clouds, stretching as far as the eye could see, not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate. It should have been daytime, but it was darker and more profound than any night in my life. Only the torrential rain, which had been pouring down for three days and nights without stopping, accompanied by fierce winds, caused the boundless sea to whip up wave after wave of raging waves, rocking our boat repeatedly.

The situation was terrible. Although the middle-aged man was eloquent and persuasive, we were seasick and vomited everything in our stomachs. No matter how beautiful his descriptions of the future were, we couldn't listen to him anymore.

Ten-foot-high waves crashed in like giant sea dragons. The helmsman was undoubtedly skilled, skillfully cutting through the waves, but even he couldn't stop the ship from rocking. From the very beginning, the captain ordered all those not on deck to return to their cabins, and to hold tightly to the ropes on the wall and fasten their belts. Otherwise, the violent rocking during the waves would make it impossible for anyone without martial arts skills to move.

Mao Yan'an, who had handled everything from finding the ship to setting sail, was clearly not new to this kind of situation. So, although he experienced the same rocking as us, he was much more stable and could even talk to me while holding onto the wall ropes.

“Nephew, nephew, you don’t need to look so grim. If you eat something bad, you can just poop it out. Even if you vomit everything up, you can just eat more. That’s life at sea. You’ll get used to it eventually. You can’t eat a pancake without getting some sesame seeds, and

you can’t sail without encountering storms.” “Damn it, don’t lie through your teeth! We’re not just encountering storms, we’re in a disaster. A disaster, you understand?”

I grabbed Mao Yan’an by the collar and dragged him to the small window next to the cabin. We looked out together and saw the pitch-black sea, crashing against each other and creating surging waves. In the vast sea we could see, there was only our ship. It was as if we were the only ones left in this desolate and boundless sea and sky.

The gale whipped against the mast, the ropes whistling with a terrifying, ghostly sound. The seawater, which had easily shattered the windows, had already soaked us to the bone. The salty seawater clung to our skin, and even the thickest cotton clothes couldn't keep us warm. The sea breeze made us shiver uncontrollably.

These were just the reasons for our physical chill, but what truly chilled us to the bone was the cluster of whirlpools miles ahead. In the surging waves, whirlpools had appeared on the surface of the sea, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, lurking with the deadly danger of swallowing ships. Especially as the wind and waves intensified, and the whirlpools began to merge, rapidly expanding in size and reach, our eyes widened in horror, and our hearts sank to the bottom.

"See that? That's a giant whirlpool... Damn, it's at least three miles in diameter. Only a ghost could survive being sucked in."

"Nephew, I shouldn't have interrupted, but I'm really curious, how could a ghost survive?"

"...Go ask your mother. Don't ask such a difficult question at such an obvious time."

My tone was harsh because even a fool could see that our ship had no chance of escaping the whirlpool's pull, and we were already being sucked in.

"What should we do? What should we do? In a situation like this... should we use magic? How do we use magic?"

Although I had been on ships before, those were only half-day trips in coastal waters. I had never experienced a shipwreck at sea and was clueless about how to deal with it. Now that we were in trouble on the ship, the only thing I could think of was using magic to escape.

If we want to find a solution through magic, we need to find the strongest mage in our group. However, Ah Xue is helpless when it comes to seasickness. Not long after the storm started, she, who always prided herself on her strong and healthy body, was already too weak to get up. Even the arrogant dragon-leopard was infected by its master's severe seasickness. It was no longer as fierce as before and lay listlessly under Ah Xue's bed, not moving at all.

The situation was critical. Even if they were extremely seasick, they had to dig out these two powerful figures and figure out a way to escape. But just then, the old captain, who bore the heavy responsibility for the lives of many passengers, shouted a few words in his thick dialect. It wasn't very clear through the wind and rain, but after he finished speaking, the entire ship began to turn.

"Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, my dear nephew. Open your eyes wide and watch carefully. This is your first surprise upon arriving in the East China Sea."

As if in sync with Mao Yan'an's words, the entire ship suddenly shook violently, as if it had been struck by a very powerful force. The shock of that instant made everyone on board lose their footing. Except for a few who were prepared and grabbed the wall ropes, the rest all tumbled to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

"What happened?"

The sudden shock made me uneasy, but the subsequent feeling of lightness left me even more bewildered. I hurriedly struggled to my feet and looked outside. In the midst of the strong winds and torrential rain, the entire ship was lifted into the air at an upward angle, its hull detached from the sea surface. A gigantic jet of water erupted and cascaded down where we had just been, the eruption so spectacular it was indescribable.

"This area used to be a volcanic field, and there are often strong subsurface currents beneath the sea that erupt unpredictably. Only experienced sailors can predict them. The old captain knew we couldn't escape the whirlpool, so he used the force of the jet to propel our ship out."

I was stunned by this incredible escape method, watching the ship rise with the wind, drawing a powerful arc in the air, facing the raging storm, and escaping the pull of the giant whirlpool amidst flashes of golden lightning.

"Wow, sir, you really know your stuff! Hiring you was definitely the right decision. Sir, I really have to praise you this time, you..."

Free praise is never too much, but as I tried to shower the uncouth middle-aged man with compliments, the old captain suddenly shouted again, this time with obvious panic in his tone, sounding nothing like he was giving an order.

Looking down at the dark sea from the air, illuminated by flashes of lightning, we could clearly see some enormous creature swimming on the surface, rapidly rising to the surface. It was incredibly fast and enormous; judging by its long, massive silhouette, it was definitely dozens of feet long, roughly the same size as our boat.

Suddenly, a deafening roar shook the sea, and the giant creature burst forth with a deafening roar, leaping higher than us into the air, turning the saltwater it kicked up into a torrential downpour. It was then that we could clearly see its appearance.

It was a creature resembling a whale… If there were whales over a hundred feet long, covered in bluish-green scales… they seemed to have a shell on their backs, or some huge patterns, though it wasn't very clear in the darkness; deep purple eyes, gleaming with some indescribable wisdom, were looking down at us from above.

Compared to its colossal, imposing body, our ship, tossing and turning in the gale, was as fragile as a shrimp, especially when those deep purple eyes looked at us, making us feel an unsettling unease that made it hard to breathe.

“Hey, Uncle…”

“Well, every cloud has a silver lining… no ship can sail without encountering storms. Considering our location, encountering one or two shipwrecks is to be expected. Anyway…”

The smooth-talking, beaming Mao Yan’an patted my shoulder heavily, the steady force making it impossible to tell if he was afraid; I even felt that his teeth were shining from his smile.

"...Let's close our eyes together, take a deep breath, and guess where we'll meet again in the next life... oh, no, where we'll meet next time?"

"If there's a next life, I absolutely, absolutely don't want to see you again."

As if agreeing with my words, the enormous creature—whether dragon or whale—gently flicked its tail as it approached us, striking the ship.

With just that gentle flick, the entire sturdy ship, made of ironclad steel, crumbled into countless fragments with a crash, falling one by one into the vast, turbulent sea amidst thunder and lightning.

As the icy seawater dragged me into the bottomless darkness, I faintly heard the voices of Ah Xue and Violet. However, in my mind, I only felt a little regretful about my decision to go to sea, and I recalled everything that had happened since leaving Sara City…

The day we escaped from Sara City, we were ambushed by Leng Linglan. That bitch was taking revenge, cruel and ruthless. We almost suffered total annihilation. Fortunately, the demoness from Ishtar intervened, and a melee ensued. The two bitches, who had a grudge in the past and had recently become enemies, fought fiercely, giving us a chance to escape far away.

Narcissus was tricked and tormented by Mao Yan'an's "Jade Spirit Cat." Affected by the resentment within, her mind was clouded for nearly half a month, leading to poor decisions and embarrassing herself. However, she lived up to her reputation as the top expert of the younger generation in Ishtar. She quickly regained her senses and immediately hunted us down to vent her anger. Fortunately, she did so, otherwise we might not have had a chance to escape from Leng Linglan.

While Leng Linglan's act of settling a personal score infuriated me, something else reassured us: under our cover, Yueying successfully and secretly left Sara City. When news of Ryan's death spread, she had already returned to the Golden Flower Federation, and the Kingdom of Alibuda could no longer bring her back.

The assassination of the outgoing president of the Golden Flower Federation and the first chairman of the International Alliance within Alibuda's borders shocked the international community. All testimonies and evidence pointed directly to the Black Dragon Society; the question of "who the murderer is" was already answered without further investigation. The Black Dragon Society

's audacity shocked all the participating nations. While they were all outraged and vowed to punish them, the leaders of each nation unanimously adopted a conservative stance. This was because the Black Dragon Society's actions demonstrated astonishing power to the entire world. If they could assassinate Ryan so easily, they could certainly kill others as well. There were probably fewer than ten people in the world who dared to claim superior cultivation to Ryan.

Mao Yan'an and I discussed this several times afterward, and we both felt that the Black Dragon Society's methods were deeply scheming, and they must have started their operation from the very beginning of the international conference.

Ryan Buffett's martial arts skills had reached the seventh level of perfection, and he had also mastered the "Shattered Dream Blade" divine skill. His martial arts were even higher than those of the younger generation, such as Tianhe Xueqiong and Fang Qingshu. Apart from the five strongest masters, no one could reliably defeat him.

Although Gui Meixi was known as the world's number one assassin, with unparalleled ninjutsu, she was ultimately a young girl, with a cultivation level of only the sixth level. In a direct confrontation, she had no chance of winning against Ryan, and even in an assassination attempt, the probability was low, unless Ryan couldn't fight at his full strength.

Repeatedly weakening the target's strength before an assassination is something a top-tier assassin would do. Therefore, Gui Meixi's first assassination attempt on Ryan in the martial arts training ground wasn't intended to kill him, but rather to injure him and weaken him.

The stab wound to Ryan wasn't serious; it was Ryan's powerful counterattack that likely severely injured Ghostly Night, the busty woman. However, Ryan's injuries rapidly worsened in the following days, reaching a point where he coughed up blood on the night of his second assassination attempt. This unusual condition subtly hinted at something.

Ryan was likely not only wounded but also poisoned! It was precisely this combination of factors that weakened Ryan, allowing Ghostly Night's second assassination attempt to succeed, killing this man, arguably one of the top ten strongest men on Earth, on the spot.

The Black Dragon Society's influence is pervasive; it wouldn't be surprising if there were spies among the servants and guards in the inn, waiting for an opportunity to poison them. Or perhaps Ghostly Night's sword was already poisoned—that's also plausible. It's just that we're currently on the run and can't investigate these matters.

The sudden death of the President of the Golden Flower Federation immediately created a power vacuum in the international alliance established under his strong leadership. If the other four member states were allowed to vie for power, the alliance would collapse even before its formation. Fortunately, a suitable successor, undisputed by others, emerged in time, preserving the newly formed alliance.

Princess Alibuda, the widow of President Ryan, Leng Yueying, announced her participation in the year-end parliamentary elections upon returning home. With the full support of the Cihang Jingdian and the Buffett family, she was elected to temporarily assume her husband's duties, inheriting his unfinished ambitions as his widow.

If it were known that the First Lady had secretly fled back home on the night of the president's assassination, the situation would be serious. It would not only invite criticism but also lead to speculation that the Golden Flower Federation distrusted Alibuda, or even suspected him of being the mastermind behind the assassination.

This scenario did not occur because Hui Xiuchu was more thoughtful than we were. When he personally escorted Yueying away from Alibuda, he found a double with a similar build and height to Yueying as a cover. After the news of the president's assassination broke, the double pretended to faint from shock and rushed back home with the delegation, avoiding all visitors along the way, thus concealing the incident.

During our journey eastward, we read in an outdated newspaper that Yueying had announced her candidacy. The newspaper featured a portrait of Yueying in a suit, vowing to win the election and inherit her husband's political ideals.

Seeing that report, I felt relieved and joyful. Yueying had established herself in the Golden Flower Federation. She was no longer a weak and pitiful widow, but a rising female politician. With the support of the Temple of Light and the Buffett family, and having inherited all of her husband's political resources, she would soon become a pivotal figure in the Golden Flower Federation. No one could do anything to her anymore, no one could force her to do what she didn't want to do.

I promised to make Yueying happy. This isn't quite happiness yet, but it's a step towards it, and from that perspective, I'm truly happy.

Besides, if Yueying can gradually gain real political power, it will be of great help to me in the future, especially now that I'm in exile and desperately need to build up other means of survival.

Based on our initial desire to reclaim our place in the world, our group set off for the East China Sea. Turbulent places are often where heroes rise to prominence, and the East China Sea, currently embroiled in war, is the perfect place for us to pursue our dreams.

Recently, during our alliance meeting, news arrived of a major defeat for the East China Sea resistance. The Black Dragon Society's fire destroyed countless of the resistance's ships. If it weren't for the timely return of Admiral Li Huamei, who single-handedly held off six enemy generals, the resistance, which had fought against the Black Dragon Society for years, might have been wiped out from the East China Sea.

Luring the enemy in and feigning weakness—this was a very successful encirclement strategy. However, as we approached the East China Sea, we heard strange rumors. A weapons merchant from the East China Sea told us that during the great battle, a thick fog suddenly rose over the sea, enveloping everything and making the rebel ships unable to distinguish directions. The Black Dragon Society's fleet seized the opportunity to launch a fire attack, resulting in heavy casualties and a crushing defeat for the rebels.

This was, after all, a magical world; no one would consider such a sudden fog a mere coincidence from heaven, but rather suspected it was the Black Dragon Society's doing. From the merchant, we learned that the Black Dragon Society had another powerful figure, a high priestess whose rank was even higher than the nine Sea Generals—the Black Witch Goddess. Legend had it that this sorceress, favored by the Black Dragon King, personally performed a ritual to create this fog stretching for dozens of miles, causing the rebels to be routed amidst a hail of fire arrows.

The rebels' crushing defeat and severe damage should have been a major crisis, but instead, the crisis quickly turned into an opportunity. Because I relentlessly spoke ill of the Black Dragon Society during the international conference, exaggerating its threat, the nations of the world became wary and fearful of these ambitious individuals. Ryan's assassination and the rebels' crushing defeat acted as a fuse, igniting the crisis.

While the military authorities of various countries didn't take any overt action, they secretly provided material aid to the rebels in the East China Sea. Meanwhile, countless knights and swordsmen set off for the East China Sea, hoping to join forces as a righteous volunteer army to help the rebels and jointly eradicate the Black Dragon Society, the culprit of evil at sea.

Therefore, a large number of talented individuals suddenly flooded into the East China Sea. Of course, not everyone was so chivalrous and courageous; many, like myself, were ambitious individuals hoping to gain fame and fortune through the chaos of war, while others were undoubtedly desperate opportunists making a final stand. But one thing is certain: among the various groups coming to the East Sea, many are nobles or second-generation members of wealthy families from various countries. When these privileged individuals gather in large numbers in the East Sea, their home countries will feel the pressure and may even change their policies.

We arrived in the East Sea amidst such a crowd. Among the people I will meet in the East Sea are old acquaintances: Yu Ni, who looks down on me and other men; Yu Hong, with whom I had intimate relations yet who hates me like an enemy; and… the Dragon Girl, Li Huamei.

Going back to the past, the love affair I had with her is still vivid in my mind, making me somewhat unsure how to face her. I have seen the invincible, heroic Valkyrie on the battlefield, and I have also seen that kind and innocent girl, enduring her grief. The two are so different, but in my mind, I seem to have witnessed the transformation of her two lives and accompanied her through this period of time.

What happened in the Southern Barbarian lands became a pawn in her meticulously planned scheme. I was convinced of her wisdom, but a lingering resentment remained. Therefore, I wanted to see her before that resentment escalated and hear some answers from her.

Whether it was what I wanted to hear or not, I felt it was something I should do.

Mao Yan'an agreed with my idea. When we reached the shore, he, who had visited this place many times, confidently assured me that he could find reliable boats and boatmen.

The scoundrel wasn't exaggerating; the boatman's skillful steering and maneuvering were indeed above average. The boat itself was a medium-tonnage, sturdy vessel. He just hadn't expected our bad luck. We had only just reached the East China Sea when we encountered such terrible weather and monsters, and then… this was our fate.

Sigh… what kind of godforsaken place is this? Even after I lost consciousness, I kept feeling my face wet, unable to rest…

the sticky, damp feeling woke me from my unconsciousness.

The aches and pains all over my body, along with the sticky dampness on my skin, almost made me think I'd just finished a passionate encounter and woke up next to a woman, as usual. Especially when I opened my eyes and saw something directly above me: a pair of snow-white, plump, almost cow-like, rounded breasts, pressing down on me and shaking violently, their sensual waves obscuring my vision.

Not every woman can have such large breasts, so I immediately recognized their owner. I was thankful I hadn't been separated from Ah Xue after the shipwreck; waking up to see this beautiful little fox spirit was a relief.

"Hey, Ah Xue, why are you pressing your breasts against me? Ugh, move aside!"

Unable to see clearly, I didn't think twice and, following my usual pattern, reached for those cow-like breasts, intending to wake Ah Xue and get her to move.

But the sensation was off. First, a warm liquid sprayed onto my face, followed by a long "moo."

Moo?

I quickly wiped the hot, fishy liquid from my face, and when I looked closely, I was immediately startled. A cow, the very one I had just harassed, was mooing in displeasure, kicking me on the shoulder with its hind hoof before angrily wagging its tail and walking away.

"What the hell is this place? It really is a dairy cow..."

I rubbed my sore shoulder, still shaken, and stood up, looking around at my first stop after arriving in the East China Sea.

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