When they woke up, billions of people around the world had been exiled to an endless sea of fog. Just beyond arm's reach lay an indescribable abyss. You started with a broken wooden raft, and if you fell into the water, not even your bones would remain!
In this desperate world of hunger, bitter cold, and sanity that plummeted by the second, survivors murdered one another over half a piece of moldy bread.
Su Mo, however, was different. Suffering from severe OCD and absolute cleanliness, he awakened two god-tier talents: [Omniscient Guidance] and [Living Grafting].
“Thirty meters underwater ahead, a sleeping deep-sea demon whale. Its dorsal fin is perfect for making a ‘Wavebreaker Keel,’ but be careful: the cut must be smooth, or it will spoil the appearance.” “Don't go left. There's a treasure chest there, but it's covered in disgusting slime. Go right instead. There's a sunken ship with a still-beating ‘mechanical heart’ that would make a perfect engine.”
While everyone else shivered on their rafts, Su Mo wore white gloves and elegantly dismembered one Lovecraftian monster after another, grafting their flawless limbs onto his ship. Shark teeth became the ship's sides, the demon whale's bones became its keel, and an evil god's eyeball became its radar. Before long, an “Abyssal Leviathan” forged from flesh and machinery emerged through the waves. Seated on a throne carved from an Outer God's skull, Su Mo gazed down at the world below. “In this filthy sea of fog, my ship is the only pure place.”
