On a ship bound for distant places,
the Titanic was sailing steadily.
In the stifling cabin at the very bottom of the ship, a dozen or so people were packed into one room.
Even tossing and turning required care not to bump into the person next to you.
Opening his eyes in the darkness, Liu Ren carefully stood up. The moment he clenched his fists, he felt the strength in his once-thin body gradually returning.
'It's all that damned bastard Zhang's fault!'
After saying that, Liu Ren silently walked out of the cabin.
But as he passed a corner to the side, he slowly opened a door and took a half-arm-length axe from a storage room.
Weighing the axe in his hand, his expression gradually turned cold.
Since he knew full well that the Titanic would sink, he had to find a way to save himself.
The old saying went, 'If a man does not act for himself, heaven and earth will destroy him.'
Moreover, he was a man who won people over with an axe!
It was just that his experiences in his youth had taught Liu Ren that before one had strength, one should not expose one's shallow 'ambitions.'
Moreover, compared to Xu Ziling and Kou Zhong, even if Liu Ren was a bastard, at least he still understood the meaning of 'righteousness and benevolence,' right?
The Young Marshal's Army had followed Kou Zhong to pacify the south, but what was the result? They were directly 'abandoned' by him.
What were the people who supported Kou Zhong supposed to think? Did he really believe contesting the Central Plains was some female-oriented wish-fulfillment novel? You just say we're not fighting and we stop fighting?
Coming to an empty corridor, he took a deep breath, reached forward, and said, 'Rise, my Orc Beastman!'
But after Liu Ren's voice faded down the corridor, nothing before him changed at all.
Staring silently ahead, Liu Ren's face went blank. 'What the fuck? What's going on? Where's my fucking beastman? Even an Orc Beastman would be acceptable, but at least let it out!'
With the axe in hand, Liu Ren had prepared to beat any unruly beastman into submission using the righteousness of a civilized land. But the problem was—where was his beastman? Where had his beastman gone? That huge beastman had just vanished?
Blinking blankly, Liu Ren was silent for a long while before saying, 'Wait, are my steps off? I reckon this is fine!'
Just as Liu Ren was thinking, his mind suddenly became chaotic.
After all, even if the System was a bastard and treated him like a beast of burden, even letting that bastard Zhang Cheng keep killing him in car crashes and sending him into new lives, that didn't mean the abilities the System granted were useless!
The axe in his hand vanished, then reappeared in the Storage Space. Liu Ren was stunned for a moment. 'That's right! Then where's the problem?'
But as soon as Liu Ren thought of that, he fell silent for a long while. 'Beastman, Orc? What the fuck, are you kidding me? I'm in the middle of the sea. Where am I supposed to find soil?'
In an instant, Liu Ren thought of the difference between an Orc Beastman and ordinary beastmen, and he broke down on the spot.
After all, where was he? On the Titanic, in the vast Atlantic. Where was he supposed to find soil to cultivate beastmen? Wasn't that like asking a shark in the sea to come up onto the ship and cook him a couple of dishes?
Shark: Do you even hear yourself?
Standing there with a twitching mouth, Liu Ren was silent for a long while before quietly heading toward the deck.
Because although he couldn't find soil, he could go to the upper deck and look for potted plants.
After all, rich people these days liked cultivating flowers and plants. Maybe Liu Ren could find soil up there for 'cultivating' an Orc Beastman!
'Hey, the teacher was right: as long as your thinking doesn't slip, there are more ways than difficulties!'
Liu Ren happily walked toward the upper cabin, a smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, looking very pleased with himself.
As expected, his kindness and uprightness could always lead him to a way out in despair—of course, as long as he didn't run into that bastard!
After all, who could have known that bastard was like a monster and could even summon lightning?
'Hey, brat, this isn't a place you can come to. Get back!'
Just as Liu Ren passed through a long, narrow corridor and was about to step onto the stairs, he saw a man in a sailor uniform staring sternly at him.
Hearing the other man's words, Liu Ren immediately put on an utterly fake smile. 'Sir, it's too hot down there. I just want to come up for some air.'
'Damned monkey, do you know what kind of place this is? You damned lot even deserve to...'
As the man kept rambling, Liu Ren's expression changed. His smile vanished, and his eyes turned cold.
'Bang!'
The axe suddenly appeared in his grip. Liu Ren swung it backhand into the man's neck.
Staring at Liu Ren in shock, the man seemed unable to believe what was happening before his eyes, and his throat kept making 'hh-hh-hh' sounds.
'You can insult me, but don't mention my hometown! Otherwise I'll fucking kill you!'
Liu Ren viciously pressed his palm against the axe and kept pushing down, his eyes full of cruelty.
Because he had grown up in an orphanage, he was deeply grateful to his hometown. After all, even a child abandoned like him could grow up.
'Splash!'
Liu Ren yanked the axe out. Touching the blood on his face, he couldn't help brushing back his hair. 'I used to be just a kind deliveryman. How did I turn out like this? This shouldn't be. Back home, I was such a fine young man! Sigh, it's all that damned bastard Zhang's fault!'
Letting the blood drip from the axe, Liu Ren tossed it into the Storage Space. When he got up to the deck later, he would throw it into the sea.
After all, the ocean was so vast. Never mind dumping a person or two; even if you dumped a whole ship of people, no one would ever find them!
Still, Liu Ren wasn't some 'raving lunatic.' At most, he would do his best to ensure the safety of himself and his compatriots. As for other people, sorry, but respect other people's fate...
The axe disappeared from his hand. Liu Ren walked to a washbasin on the side and cleaned the blood off his face.
As his handsome face was reflected there, he couldn't help but praise himself. 'Hey, I'm really handsome!'
Muttering to himself in amusement, Liu Ren headed toward the upper cabins.
When he came to the bustling steerage, it was lively inside.
He poked his head in and took a quick look. He didn't say anything, but continued forward.
But when he reached the deck, he happened to run into a scene of chaos.
Seeing everyone gathered around, Liu Ren stopped and curiously went over.
After all, as a Far Easterner, you could ask Liu Ren to recite poetry and he might not be able to do it, but if you asked him to join the excitement, he would definitely rush over immediately.
'Hey, what are you doing? Let go of her!'
An angry voice rang out. When Cal came down leading the butler, the finely dressed young man shouted angrily.
When the flustered Rose noticed something was wrong, she immediately let go of Jack's hand and quickly said, 'Cal, it's not what you think. He saved me!'
Looking at Jack, Cal's expression became very serious. 'Thank you very much for saving my fiancée!'
After saying that, Cal looked at the butler beside him with disgust.
When the butler, Spicer, took out some U.S. dollars and handed them to Jack as a reward, Jack smiled and said, 'It's what anyone would have done!'
'What the fuck?'
Shocked by what he saw, Liu Ren couldn't help grabbing his hair. 'Where the fuck am I now? Is this even real?'
Looking at Jack, Rose, and Cal before him, Liu Ren instantly thought of a certain 'epic' film.
Titanic!
Because that film had no poetry—only fucking shit. And reality was even shittier than the film!
Chapter 2