Chapter 61: Go Die, Player 3

After walking around, Xining returned to her room and took off the wig.

Damn it, the original host could certainly never be a hair icon with flowing, curly long hair.

Why do the hair of those protagonists always flutter backward? They must come equipped with a built-in wind blower.

The male and female leads on land have their clothes fluttering, while the male and female leads in the sea have their hair fluttering.

Looking at the large jar of hair gel, she picked it up along with the wig, and shoved the whole thing to the guard at the door: "Here, it's yours."

Even if she couldn't have flowing long hair, she certainly didn't want hair plastered to her scalp. This styling completely turned Orm, such a handsome king, into a straight-up villain look.

After all that tossing and turning, it was time for dinner.

Sitting in the spacious and luxurious room, even the dining table was made of deep-sea granite, embedded everywhere with pearls and mother-of-pearl, Xining finally found a bit of the feeling of being a monarch again.

The dishes were served. One was sashimi, with slices as thin as cicada wings laid flat on the plate, centered around an upright, fresh fish head.

The second dish was crab meat, with all the snowy white crab meat plucked out and piled atop a huge, upturned cyan shell.

The third dish was sea urchin, with half-shelled sea urchins neatly arranged on a plate, the orange-yellow flesh facing upward.

The seafood from the ocean was undeniably fresh, but when a plate of freshly sliced cuttlefish tentacles was placed in front of her, watching those segments of tentacles writhing...

Xining felt as though she were facing a table of bizarre cuisine, entirely raw.

Right, there was no fire in the ocean, and seafood could not be cooked, so everything was raw.

In the plot, the former Queen Atlanna even went to the lighthouse keeper's home and swallowed a live small red goldfish straight out of the fish tank.

Yet she herself was not an Atlantean. With all this food being completely raw, how was she supposed to eat it?

Biting the bullet, she ate a little bit of the salmon slices, sea urchin, and arctic surf clam meat. As for that plate of writhing cuttlefish tentacles, she had no desire to touch them.

A plate of shredded kelp was served, and she quickly grabbed it, eating only a few bites before putting her fork down. It had zero flavor. Well, of course, the ocean was filled with seawater everywhere; any liquid seasonings would simply wash away, and solid seasonings would dissolve and dilute when soaked.

Xining felt this kingship was utterly meaningless. She would rather be an ordinary person on land, gnawing on hamburgers and washing them down with cola.

Vulko entered, stood opposite her, and bowed respectfully, "Your Majesty, I have organized a group to begin collecting human garbage starting tomorrow."

"Very well. From now on, this department is yours." As Xining turned her head, a translucent plastic bag drifted leisurely past the window outside like a jellyfish kite.

She pointed at it with her dinner fork, "Look at that. You must get it cleaned up in a short time. Otherwise, who knows what will float by next time and ruin my appetite. Last time, a sanitary pad actually drifted past."

"Ahem!" Vulko coughed awkwardly twice. "Understood, Your Majesty. I will see to it as soon as possible."

"Mm, very good! With you on the job, I can rest easy." Xining picked up her fork and continued eating the kelp. She felt that kelp was perhaps the only thing she could eat without getting tired of it. She was, after all, a monarch, yet here she was eating seaweed. If it weren't for completing the mission, whoever wanted to be this king could have the job.

"Your Majesty!" Vulko reminded her, "Tonight you have an appointment with King Nereus of Xebel. You will need to set off after dinner."

"Then we won't go." Xining chewed on the seaweed in her mouth. "Find a reason to cancel it."

This cunning and slippery fence-sitter was the absolute worst. Tonight, he had orchestrated for the original host to purposely take the submarine bomb and agree to wage war on the land; while his red-haired daughter, who was betrothed to the original host, went to a land bar to find Arthur wearing a tight green suit that emphasized her massive curves and wasp waist, thus initiating the original host's cuckold countdown.

No matter whether the original host or Arthur became Ocean Master, Nereus would still be the father-in-law. He played this game of chess to absolute perfection!

Vulko was taken aback. "The original plan was to go and persuade King Nereus to agree to an alliance and wage war against the land."

"Nuidis Vulko!" Xining deliberately dropped her fork onto the plate, making a very loud clatter that drew the attention of the guards and servants nearby.

She gave a severe warning, "I have already told you, I will not wage war against the land! Why do you have such a terrifying thought in your head, wanting to slaughter the humans on the land? Could it be that ocean resources are nearly exhausted by humans, and you want to kill them off while using humans as a food supply?"

"I wouldn't dare!" Vulko hurriedly lowered his head in humility.

"Good. Don't ever mention waging war against the land again, or don't blame me for being discourteous!" Xining put on an intensely righteous front.

"But, Your Majesty!" Vulko's voice noticeably softened.

"There are no buts!" Xining remained extremely firm instead.

"No, Your Majesty! Everything has already been arranged. If we break the appointment, it will affect your reputation."

Well then—Xining scratched her smooth chin with her finger. The original host's reputation was indeed important right now. "Then we will go. But not to talk about waging any war against the land. We are merely visiting the ancient ruins and reminiscing with my future father-in-law! Understood?"

"Yes, Your Majesty! I will go make the arrangements right away." Vulko bowed and withdrew.

Xining knew what kind of devious tricks he was playing in his mind. Throughout the entire affair, Vulko kept talking about not wanting war and opposing war, but looking at it now, bringing up the forbidden topic at every single turn was sheer brainwashing, simply waiting for the original host to start the war.

A demon who wanted to destroy humanity while dragging all the inhabitants of the ocean into war naturally deserved to be replaced by Arthur.

Xining crooked her finger at the captain of the guard. The guard was startled, but still walked over.

Xining instructed softly, "Dispatch a few men right now to inspect the submarine. If the engine hasn't been dismantled, take it apart immediately. Anyway, use whatever method necessary to render it completely useless!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The captain of the guard immediately darted away swiftly with two guards.

Her stomach was still rumbling with hunger, but the table full of dishes was truly impossible to swallow, so she simply threw down her napkin and left.

Returning to her room, according to the plot, the original host would choose a set of black armor paired with a black cape, marking the formal beginning of his descent into darkness!

She didn't want to wear armor, but thinking that plot armor could sometimes be extremely powerful, wearing armor would raise her safety coefficient. Ultimately, she decided to wear armor after all! After all, meeting her father-in-law required looking formal.

Xining stubbornly chose a golden set, complete with a golden cape. The original host was already a golden catch; why on earth would he want to dress in pitch black? She wanted to look just like a Gold Saint Seiya.

Mounting her mosasaur steed, holding her battle trident, and leading a full troop of cavalry riding great white sharks, she set off.

Meanwhile, Vulko rode a hammerhead shark mount, following closely behind with a loyal and devoted expression.

Xining cast a sideways, scornful glance at him. He had been by her side for so long, yet he remained an uncultivatable ingrate. Had she not known the plot, the original host truly would have thought he was his mentor and a wise military strategist. This identity of a wise sage, to put it bluntly, had been entirely contributed to Arthur rather than the original host.

The mount swam at a rapid speed, and before long, they arrived at the statues of the Seven Kingdoms.