This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1075 Divine Game My World 20

After closing the call with the Owl Emperor, Shadow Q followed behind Nivalis from a distance, watching her fly through the sky toward the areas where players were currently gathering in the greatest numbers. Every so often, the dragon let out a long roar.

It felt as though she was patrolling territory for someone else, or reminding everyone who her Adjudicator was.

The dragon’s cry carried far and wide.

SmokeTune was in the middle of renovating BS Rita’s home, something the latter had explicitly allowed. She did not rush to remodel the districts according to her own taste. Instead, she was still studying BS’s terrain and regional cultures, planning to design everything only after understanding them fully.

Until then, the Adjudicator’s house would do for practice.

When the dragon roared, SmokeTune did not immediately sense danger. But the Calico who had been upstairs gaming in the study suddenly bolted down the stairs. She ran to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and stuffed ice cream, juice, and cake into her apron.

Then she dashed to the snack room on the first floor and swept everything into her arms.

From the living room, SmokeTune called out, "What’s wrong, Vice Captain?"

A cat paw appeared from the doorway and waved. "My Captain needs me. Bye."

After Calico left, SmokeTune teleported into the sky. At the far edge of the horizon, the dragon that belonged to the Adjudicator was flying slowly.

It was not a purposeful flight. She was not in a hurry. Whenever cheers grew louder in a certain direction, the dragon subtly turned that way, as if she simply wanted to be seen by everyone.

Did something happen to that person?

...

Calico passed through the ship’s wheel outlined by deep blue waves and appeared aboard the Cat’s Ideal.

After sending Nivalis back to BS to guard the home world, Rita was checking the ship’s cannons. Time was always tight for her. After acquiring the Cat’s Ideal, she had never systematically studied warship operation. She had not spent much time sailing either, relying mostly on semi automatic control.

But in the Brilliance world, she had once lived the life of a sailor for a while. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

If you had asked her before to describe the Cat’s Ideal, Rita would have said, "It’s a pretty good ship."

Now she would say, "It’s a twin mast square rigged ship equipped with twenty magical cannons of different attributes. Hull length twenty five meters. Fast, easy to handle, and capable of submerging."

Calico looked toward the massive war cruise ship visible only by its stern and asked, "What do you need me to do? Catch up and sink that ship?"

She fiddled with the magical cannons and added, "If you need combat, I’m really not suited for that. You’ll need Cheese for that. She’s the gunner. I’m the shipwright."

"It’s fine. I’m just checking things over," Rita said. "You just need to know how to sail. Over the next few dozen days, I’ll fall into deep sleep from time to time. When that happens, I need you to watch over the ship. If you detect any beings nearby, immediately use Cat’s Ideal to move the entire ship away. I’ve granted you permission."

One of the cat shaped grips on the helm lit up. Luminous lines connected to the center of the wheel, where an icon identical to Calico appeared.

As long as Calico pressed that button, the Cat’s Ideal would leave its current position and reappear at a location in the river of time it had visited before.

Sensing Rita’s seriousness, Calico replied earnestly, "Okay."

"You can take shifts with B80," Rita said. "Once it finishes handling its tasks, it will come over."

She was not very familiar with Calico. Although, as the companion being of Cat’s Ideal, Calico would not harm her, cats were notoriously unpredictable. Rita would only feel at ease with B80 present.

When B80 emerged from the pet space, it happened to see Rita floating in midair, plucking a golden apple.

She patted the small robot. "I’ve stocked snacks and a game console. You and Calico can take turns."

B80 tilted its head. "Okay."

Rita lay back in the recliner in the Captain’s cabin and ate the last bite of the apple.

This time, the moon was shaped like a half broken guitar.

This world was called Hippie.

So this was how the Crabs saw the world.

Becoming a newly born little crab, Rita marveled at the miraculous three hundred sixty degree field of vision.

This was not scientific at all.

Hippie was a fascinating world. It was ruled by Skycrab, which the elders described as the god of this world. Yet less than thirty percent of the terrain was ocean.

Rita had never seen the mysterious creatures on land. She only knew that everything needed for daily life was dropped down by land dwellers.

Two hermit crabs and a king crab passed by together, complaining that the supplies delivered by land beings lately were not diverse enough.

If Rita had more than a wisp of consciousness right now, she would have asked, are you sure you are the ones ruling this world? Or is this actually an all species crab farming facility?

Life for the sea crabs was surprisingly rich.

In truth, it was not that different from BS or Brilliance. Intelligent beings always invented countless ways to record and enrich their lives.

The Fireglint of Brilliance loved gemstone crafting. The Skycrab of Hippie loved music and commerce.

They could manipulate the ocean on a small scale, but they disliked destruction by nature. Their daily lives revolved around excavating treasures from the seabed, processing them, and opening shops to sell them.

They lacked for nothing, yet they delighted in the act of earning itself, taking joy in building their own commercial empires.

Those who disliked going ashore stayed underwater to do business. Those who enjoyed wandering went aboveground to trade.

Rita became a rock crab, formed a band, explored underwater ruins, ran a seabed restaurant. Finally, in another life, she reincarnated as a king crab whose dream was to go ashore and trade.

Following that Skycrab’s perspective, she went ashore.

On her very first day, she was caught by merfolk, washed, and tossed straight into a cauldron.

Admit it.

The ocean of Hippie was nothing more than an all species crab farming facility.