On my first day on board, I received the rules of death:
You earn your life by working every day, if you violate the regulations, you will die, and you must stay ashore for 14 days.
But no one told me that the moment you start working, your life no longer belongs to you.
The crystal figures that are getting bigger and bigger in the sea are alienated souls;
The monster with a human body and an octopus head in the cabin was the winner of the previous round.
The righteous brother turned evil and massacred his friends, the honest crew had no chance of survival, and the young man committed suicide by jumping into the sea to protect his innocence.
And I, in order to survive, was forced to smear blood and ruined the last bit of goodwill with my own hands.
This is not a fishing boat, but a human slaughterhouse.
The cycle of rules continues, villains are replaced from generation to generation, and no one can leave alive with a conscience. The initial life is 45 points, and the labor is cleared. The crystal figures caught are all dead crew members.
The righteous leader turned into a dictatorial butcher, the weak at the bottom were brutally sacrificed, and the clean young man would rather die than become dirty.
I was sinking between conscience and survival, and witnessed a boatload of people go from hugging each other for warmth to killing each other.
Captain Octopus is just a facade. What is truly terrifying is the human heart that has completely declined in a desperate situation.
The rules never die and the cycle continues. This is a human hell with no end.
Concept: The most destructive thing is not the rules, but the human heart