On the vast ocean, a luxurious cruise ship was cutting through the waves, sailing swiftly across the water.
On the deck at the top of the cruise ship, accompanied by a glimmer of light, a young Asian man appeared.
"I've transmigrated?"
Looking at the sailing cruise ship, the boundless sea, and the two foreigners at the bow of the ship, Han Shaoqing couldn't think of any other possibility.
He felt very strange. He had just gone downstairs to buy a pack of salt, and when he opened the door, he ended up here. The transmigration was too casual!
But come to think of it, the two foreigners and the scene felt somewhat familiar.
But because he was far away, Han Shaoqing, who had over four hundred degrees of myopia, wasn't wearing his glasses and couldn't make out the features of the two people. He could only roughly tell from their figures that they were a man and a woman.
The wind was strong at sea, and coupled with the distance, Han Shaoqing couldn't hear what the two were saying. He only noticed that they began to touch each other. The man held the woman's hand, letting her stand in front of the railing, stepping on the railing, and spreading her arms as if she were about to take off.
Lovers eventually get together, and I witnessed it firsthand.
I am Han Shaoqing, here to endorse myself.
"Wait, this look, this ship... the Titanic?"
"Damn!"
Han Shaoqing realized he seemed to have transmigrated into the world of the Titanic, the ship that was supposed to be unsinkable, but sank on its maiden voyage after hitting an iceberg.
It would be one thing to be forced to eat dog food right after transmigrating.
If things went south, he might even lose his life.
Well, his young life.
Having briefly recalled the plot of the Titanic, Han Shaoqing remembered Rose and Leo flaunting their affection in the sunset, and then, six hours later, the Titanic sank.
A classic case of flaunting affection, dying quickly.
Han Shaoqing had no interest in their tragic love story; he was now thinking about how to save himself.
Should he tell the captain that the Titanic was going to hit an iceberg and sink?
He'd probably be considered a lunatic.
Moreover, he had transmigrated, making him an undocumented person. If he went to find the captain, he would likely be caught before he even saw him.
Furthermore, in this era, Chinese people were heavily discriminated against. If he came forward, the only outcome would be being locked in a room for interrogation, and then sinking to the bottom of the ocean with the Titanic to feed the fish!
What should he do?
What to do?
Han Shaoqing scratched his head in worry, finally fixing his gaze on the lifeboats.
If he hid in a lifeboat in advance, he should have a high chance of survival.
As for escaping in a lifeboat early, it was not realistic.
Firstly, the chances of being exposed were too high, and secondly, there was no food. On the vast ocean, Han Shaoqing lacked survival experience and estimated he wouldn't last long.
His current location was still relatively safe. Han Shaoqing made a plan to sneak onto a lifeboat at night.
As for the people on the cruise ship, he could only leave the message that "the Titanic might hit an Iceberg," and that was all he could do.
Come to think of it, everyone else who transmigrated had a golden finger, or at the very least, a good dad, or a grandpa.
怎麼到了我這裡就毫無反應呢?
Why did I get nothing?
As for how he'd crossed over, Han Shaoqing was completely baffled, and he had no clue how to return. How he would live in the future was also a problem.
Time passed, and Rose and Leo had already returned to the cabins to engage in artistic creation.
Han Shaoqing could only endure the cold wind on the ship's deck.
The cool breeze gently blew into my clothes, the summer quietly slipped away unheard, the days passed by in a hurry, making me feel a hundred emotions, missing that scene of colorful splendor...
Lost in thought, Han Shaoqing's mind suddenly conjured a string of fitting lyrics. He couldn't help but feel even more desolate, and he really wanted to write a big "tragic" on the deck.
As dusk approached, the temperature began to drop, and the lights on the Titanic came on, making the people on deck even more sparse.
Han Shaoqing, wearing a thin piece of clothing, was shivering from the cold.
Carefully, he climbed down the railing of the ship's top deck, grabbing a suitcase as he went. He took out a thick coat and put it on.
Next, enduring hunger, he headed towards the lifeboats.
Passing through a corridor, he spotted a bucket of paint and a brush.
Seeing no one around, Han Shaoqing furiously brushed, leaving the information that the Titanic would hit an Iceberg on the deck.
Whether anyone would see it, and whether they would take it seriously and take corresponding action, Han Shaoqing couldn't worry about.
After sneaking onto a lifeboat, Han Shaoqing used a rope from the ship to tie it around his waist, making a slip knot. Then he covered himself with a canvas. He'd done all he could; the rest was up to fate.
After a while, a patrolling crew member discovered the information Han Shaoqing had left and informed Captain Smith.
The First Mate said, "Captain, we did receive an Iceberg warning earlier. Should we change course?"
"Ignore it, accelerate. I have 26 years at sea; my judgment won't be wrong."
Smith was completely confident in his experience.
He was certain he could spot an iceberg large enough to sink the ship in advance and steer clear in time.
"Erase the paint, find that alarmist little mouse, and don't disturb the guests on board."
After saying this, Captain Smith continued his work.
The captain gave an order, and the crew ran themselves ragged.
But the crew had no idea who wrote the message. They searched for anyone suspicious like headless flies, which was unlikely to yield results in a short amount of time.
After avoiding a perfunctory search, Han Shaoqing quietly huddled on the lifeboat, waiting.
If the captain turned back in time, that would be for the best. At worst, he'd be caught, but at least there would still be a high chance of survival.
As for the rest, it was useless to think about it.
It was a pity that things didn't go as hoped. The captain was stubborn and instead accelerated forward, seemingly determined to press on no matter what.
After a while, Han Shaoqing heard the sound of the alarm bells.
So, it's inevitable, after all?
Knowing the outcome, Han Shaoqing gripped the handle of the lifeboat tightly.
The crew on the ship had already seen the Iceberg, and the alarm bells were ringing loudly.
"Iceberg ahead!"
"Quick, hard to starboard!"
"Hard to starboard, turn hard!"
"Close the vents!"
"Steady!"
"Now, reverse the engines!"
The captain took charge personally, but the Titanic was a large ship with a small rudder. By the time he reacted, it was impossible to turn. Furthermore, they had been running at full speed, making it impossible to stop in time.
"We've hit something!"
Boom!
The ship collided with the iceberg, and the Titanic shuddered violently.
The starboard side of the ship seemed to have struck something hard, and it immediately cracked open.
"Roar~"
A long, drawn-out roar echoed in the sea, sending out ripples.
At the same time, the Titanic began to tilt, and a large amount of seawater rushed into the cabins.
Han Shaoqing lurched back and forth in the lifeboat. If he hadn't held on tightly and been tied with a rope, he might have been thrown out.
Fortunately, his position was on the port side of the ship, and it hadn't collided with the iceberg.
The Captain ordered the watertight doors of the cabins to be closed in time, which temporarily stabilized the ship. However, they couldn't pump out the water fast enough, and the overall sinking of the ship was only a matter of time.
When he'd stabilized, Han Shaoqing threw back the canvas, intending to lower the lifeboat and escape.
As for the others, they were like a clay idol fording a river—unable to save themselves. They weren't related, so Han Shaoqing didn't care about them.
"Roar~"
The low, resonant sound rang out again, and this time Han Shaoqing heard it clearly.
He stood up and looked towards the sea, discovering a large patch of strange blue light appearing in the water, approaching the Titanic.
A huge bubble rose from the surface, and when it burst, a series of gigantic, intersecting fin-like objects appeared before Han Shaoqing's eyes.
"Godzilla? Are you kidding me!"
He hadn't expected it at all. It was ridiculous enough to transmigrate to the Titanic. But to see Godzilla on the Titanic as well? What in the world was this place?
Godzilla wouldn't care about human thoughts. It had been pushing the Iceberg peacefully, intending to cool off, but unexpectedly, a large chunk of the Iceberg it was holding was shattered for no reason.
If it didn't avenge this, how would it survive in the monster world?
"Boom!"
Godzilla's dorsal fins slammed into the side of the Titanic, as if a blade had directly torn a huge gap in the hull.
The violent tremors caused Han Shaoqing to fall from the lifeboat. Because he was tied to it by a rope around his waist, Han Shaoqing was suspended upside down in mid-air. Seeing a broken steel plate about to smash down on him, Han Shaoqing could only untie the rope and fall into the icy water.
"Gurgle~~"
In the ocean, Han Shaoqing couldn't distinguish directions, so he could only swim upwards.
At this moment, he saw a patch of blue light appear below, and then Godzilla's large, flat head gradually enlarged.
To the likes of humans, Godzilla paid no mind, rising from the sea at his own pace.
Han Shaoqing clung desperately to a crevice on Godzilla's flat head, breaking the surface and spitting out seawater before gasping for air.
His heart was pounding in his chest, and Han Shaoqing was at a loss.
Although standing on Godzilla's head was a feat, what came next?
Godzilla's appearance was completely beyond his expectations.
Even though Godzilla was portrayed as a force for good in the movies, his sense of justice was rooted in the balance of the Earth. He was the guardian of the planet's ecological equilibrium. Humans, in Godzilla's eyes, were like ants to humans.
How many people cared about the lives of ants?
Just as Han Shaoqing was at a loss, a mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
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