Four fish, divided among thirteen hundred people.

He received a bowl of fish soup with a piece of fish the size of a thumb in it.

He could be sure that it was the most delicious fish he had ever eaten in his life, so delicious that seeing a human body would remind him of that taste.

He shook his head to clear his mind from the fantasy; he had to leave because people on the deck were starting to sharpen their knives.

The fish were gone, and they needed new bait to fish.

He hoped he wasn't the chosen one, because he couldn't die yet.

Tiptoeing back to the room, he saw forty-three vertical lines carved into the wall with a razor blade, representing that they had been trapped on the ship for forty-three days.

He picked up the blood-stained razor, just about to carve the forty-fourth mark, when the little boy on the bed noticed him coming back, opened his eyes, and asked:

"Dad, did they give out food today?"

He hesitated for a moment, took out a small piece of meat, and whispered, "They did, but you can't eat it yet. Wait until they serve fish soup tonight, then mix it into the soup and drink it."

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

This was the sound of the fishing team passing through the corridor.

Tap, tap, tap.

This was the sound of someone knocking on the window.

He looked up to see a man wearing a captain's hat, watching them with a sinister grin.

The next moment, the sound of banging came from outside the door.

"No! You can't do this!" He panicked, wanting to block the door, but the wound on his thigh made standing so painful that he broke into a sweat, unable to muster any strength.

Soon the door was broken open, and when he tried to resist, he was beaten bloody and powerless.

The little boy was taken to the deck for the crime of stealing food, as today's bait.

As for him, he was directly thrown into the kitchen.

The captain looked at him, barely alive, and shook his head, saying, "I told you, all food must be shared with everyone on the ship."

The next moment, he was thrown into a giant cauldron.

As the image ended, Wu Chang's consciousness returned to reality.

He clicked his tongue, what a sad story.

Experiencing the man's ordeal in the first person, the feeling was utterly terrible, worse than all sorts of bizarre deaths in previous grievances.

That misery came from the powerlessness and despair towards reality.

As an experience of grievance, the recent ordeal was unpleasant, but it released a significant amount of information.

Firstly, in the absence of rescue, the "Sea Song" had been trapped in this sea for at least forty-three days.

During this time, there were roles similar to Park Changmin on the ship, and they, along with the captain, seized control of the ship. They taught the passengers a weird, tongue-twisting chant and demanded that people recite it.

The grievance's owner couldn't perceive it, but Wu Chang could detect from the brief prayers that the weird chant was twisting people's consciousness, leading the passengers to fall unconsciously.

Secondly, hunger was the first challenge to face during the entrapment at sea.

The ship's supplies were simply not enough to sustain over a thousand people for more than forty days, and hunger would drive people mad and make them lose their sanity.

The good news was that there was fish in this sea, big fish.

In the grievance owner's memory, he had seen the fish caught, and those fish were hideous, each three to four meters long, fond of eating flesh, and full of strength, making ordinary fishing nets and lines difficult to catch them.

Though those fish looked like they'd drunk too much of Pen Island's nuclear waste, what truly affected them was Mysticism pollution.

For ordinary people, those fish were just delicious, but for him, they were a significant nourishment.

Wu Chang left the room and continued walking deeper into the passenger cabin.

Along the way, he encountered a few more grievances, with scenes similar to the first.

Half of them involved mistakes like hiding food or stealing others' food, becoming bait for the captain as a punishment.

The other half mostly involved conflicts with each other.

Under the influence of hunger and bizarre prayers, the passengers on the ship became extraordinarily irritable and combative.

He walked down the corridor to the end, arriving at the ship's hall.

On the hall's floor was a large crimson mark, resembling a pool of blood. This mark did not originate from any individual but was similar to the evil entity in "Safe Year-Round," originating from a collective.

Wu Chang looked down at the mark under his feet and saw a vortex forming within the blood pool, drawing his consciousness into it.

Coming to his senses, he was now in a third-person perspective, looking down from the ceiling of the hall below.

In the center of the hall, over a hundred people had their hands tied with zip ties, kneeling on the ground.

These people were a complex mix of crew members, soldiers, men dressed as ordinary people, and several young people who appeared to be university students.

Every person bore injuries, seemingly beaten before being restrained.

The captain of the "Sea Song" led a group of crew members and seventy to eighty followers of the New Cosmos Sect, surrounding them. They held steel pipes and knives, with a few wielding guns.

Judging from the status of both sides, what seemed to have occurred was a failed uprising.

The leader of the defeated side, judging by his attire, was the First Mate of the ship. Despite being beaten to a bloody face, he still refused to submit, shouting at the captain:

"Zheng Chengxun, you son of a bitch, have you gone mad?! This bunch of perverts is deliberately stirring up conflicts, making us kill each other. Do you really think they will spare you after working with them?!"

The captain of the "Sea Song" shook his head, "Can Yu, who taught you to speak to your seniors like that? Someone, teach this little bastard some manners!"

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