Everyone starts out the same: a three-square-meter wooden raft, a bucket of fresh water, and a hook. Chen Nan alone gets three extra pieces of intel every day. Where the fish are, where the treasure chests are, when the sea beasts take a nap: the intel tells him everything. While others drink urine, he soaks in hot springs; while others fight for their lives, he upgrades without a fuss.
People in the regional channel beg for help every day, but he never gets involved in other people's business. Kindness has a clear price, and favors go in the ledger to be repaid later. He's no good person, just a petty man who knows three more things than everyone else.
From a raft to an eco-ship, from a lone wolf to the leader of a faction, from the bottom of the rankings to the top ten. Just as everyone thinks this is nothing more than a survival game, a server-wide announcement blasts across everyone's screens:
“Survivor Chen Nan, the Heavenly Dao yields before you.”
From today on, he writes the rules of this sea.
