Chapter 424 - 414: Seafaring Carnival 16

Still, Hugh Finch couldn’t think of a good cover story for it, so he decided to just hide it for now and deal with it after they got back.

The next morning, Moira Lynch and her group handled breakfast themselves as usual. By this point, they weren’t even willing to set foot inside the cafeteria.

The pungent smell made you feel contaminated just by getting a little too close—a testament to the power of Tuck Ganma.

After a night of hard work, the players who had rented the fishing rods yesterday wore happy smiles, a clear sign that they’d had a good haul.

Because they already knew the fishing rods recorded the number of fish caught, the players didn’t try to fake the count.

However, just because they couldn’t fake the count didn’t mean they couldn’t cheat in other ways—for example, with the weight.

Did Moira Lynch know this?

Of course she did.

Not only did she know, but Shane Rhodes and the others knew as well. They didn’t say a word, however, and even tacitly went along with it.

The food on the ship was what it was. You wouldn’t starve, but to put it bluntly, eating that disgusting stuff every day was a fate worse than death.

Under such mental torment, Moira Lynch’s group, with their food and fishing rods, naturally stood out.

Although they were strong fighters, there’s an old saying: two fists are no match for four hands.

Moira Lynch had been willing to lend out the fishing rods precisely to mitigate this disparity.

Besides, they got half the fish without lifting a finger, so it was hardly a loss for them.

Seeing Moira Lynch accept the fish without comment, the players couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They wanted to keep fishing, but their Space Buttons were already full. Even if they continued, they had nowhere to store their catch.

Besides, they’d been at it all night. They were exhausted and needed to rest.

Seeing the fishing rods returned to Moira Lynch, other players rushed over. After all, the rods were limited—first come, first served.

A young male player was the fastest, reaching Moira Lynch first. "Uh, can I rent a fishing rod? I know the rules—we split the catch fifty-fifty."

Clearly, this player had already done his homework.

"Here you go."

Moira Lynch reset the counter on one of the fishing rods and handed it over.

The young player joyfully took the rod and ran off toward the deck.

After he left, a second rod was quickly rented out to another player.

Moira Lynch started heading to the deck as well, planning to get some fresh air. But halfway there, a slender figure blocked her path.

Looking at MoonlitTears, who had appeared before her, Moira Lynch tapped the glasses on her face. The lenses instantly shifted from clear to a tea-colored tint.

Noticing the action, a flash of anger crossed MoonlitTears’s eyes, accompanied by a flicker of fear in her heart.

’She really knows.’

Her talent wasn’t Healing, but Charm.

But she had won a healing item from the system’s prize wheel lottery.

Among players, the Healing Talent was extremely rare. So from then on, she publicly claimed her talent was Healing, keeping her real talent hidden as a trump card.

Thanks to her superb acting, countless players had fallen for her charms.

To put it another way, with the disguise of a Healing Talent, MoonlitTears was practically invincible in the game.

She would send other players to their deaths without batting an eye, all to pave her own way forward.

As for why her true nature had yet to be exposed? That was because every single person she had ever double-crossed was already dead.

Players on the game forums used to call Misty Cloud a Black Widow, but in reality, the title was a much better fit for MoonlitTears.

But just yesterday, her invincible tactic had failed.

In MoonlitTears’s opinion, if Moira Lynch hadn’t suddenly given Hugh Finch a pair of sunglasses to wear yesterday, her Charm talent would have certainly ensnared him.

Although Hugh Finch’s talent wasn’t for combat, its use as a radar was still valuable. What MoonlitTears coveted even more, however, was the item he held.

An item that could make a player’s arm vanish in a single, irreversible strike—MoonlitTears was certain it had to be an incredibly powerful, high-level item.

If she could get her hands on that item, she would no longer have to act all meek and subservient in the game.

What woman could resist the temptation of being the powerful female lead? MoonlitTears certainly couldn’t.

But for whatever reason, after a night to cool down, she had decided to confront Moira Lynch directly.

"What is it?"

Seeing the other woman just staring at her without saying a word, Moira Lynch was forced to speak first. ’This standoff is pointless, and I still need to get breakfast.’

MoonlitTears took a deep breath, suppressing her resentment. In the blink of an eye, her face transformed, adopting a pitiful, damsel-in-distress expression.

Moira Lynch’s expression remained neutral, but inwardly she marveled. ’To change faces in a second, with tears welling up but never quite falling...’

’Such acting skills. It’s a real shame she’s not an actress.’

Even as she thought this, her body reacted first. She took a step back and said, "Don’t do that. Anyone watching would think I did something to you."

Seeing Moira Lynch look at her like she wanted to be a million miles away, MoonlitTears froze. The pitiful expression she had so carefully constructed almost broke. ’It’s been like this since we first met,’ she thought. ’She’s always been so distant, treating me like I’m some kind of monster.’

But then she remembered her plan, and MoonlitTears forced herself to swallow her anger. ’Just you wait,’ she thought. ’As soon as I’ve charmed those other players, you’re the first one I’m coming for.’

’I’ll make you know what it feels like to be abandoned and betrayed by your own comrades.’

At this thought, MoonlitTears suddenly realized something: she didn’t even know their names.

Previously, they had only introduced their talents. The General hadn’t asked for their names, and they hadn’t offered them.

"Um, I came to apologize for what happened before. I was being inconsiderate. Please, I hope you can forgive me."

MoonlitTears’s apology was utterly sincere, as if she had genuinely realized her mistake and come to admit it.

And how did Moira Lynch react to this?

She simply nodded. "Fine. I get it. I forgive you. Now can you get out of my way?"

’If I’d known this was going to happen, I wouldn’t have come out here.’

MoonlitTears hadn’t expected Moira Lynch to forgive her so directly. The response left all of her carefully prepared lines stuck in her throat.

Just then, Joy Rhodes’s voice called out from behind them.

"Trillion, there you are! Breakfast is ready. Come eat before it gets cold."

Moira Lynch: "..."

’Brillion? Who’s that?’