“See, this is what I always say—make the best use of everything.” Graybeard smiled contentedly, watching the blood splash on the sea.

At that moment, he was standing on the deck of a submarine, enjoying a "shark show" with a joyful expression.

And the main character of this show... besides several sharks attracted by the bloody smell, was naturally Rupture.

The rock star never dreamed... that his cause of death would be... shot full of holes by a pirate with a musket, then thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

"I hate hippies." After Rupture's remains were gone and the sharks had dispersed, Graybeard shook the hook on his right hand again and said, "I'd rather trade a dozen hippies for a dog that can scrub the deck."

"But I remember you saying... you hate dogs..." a crew member standing beside him replied.

"Hmm?" Graybeard tilted his head slightly, glaring at the man. "Boy... what's your name?"

"Uh... my name is Butch, Captain." Butch's expression suddenly became serious. "Please don't kill me, Captain."

"Tch!" Graybeard turned his head and spat. "Do I look like the kind of person who kills people randomly?"

Before he finished speaking, they heard...

"Ah—" A scream suddenly rang out not far away.

Graybeard and Butch looked in the direction of the sound and saw a crew member who was scrubbing the deck with a sponge mop get hit in the eye by the spit and fall flat on his face.

"See that, Butch?" Graybeard paused for two seconds, then straightened his expression and turned to Butch. "Letting a dog scrub the deck is definitely a good idea."

"Yes, yes... Captain, you are wise." Butch nodded repeatedly.

"Hmph..." Graybeard snorted coldly and continued, "Alright, Butch, go call the first mate over here. I have something to discuss with him."

"Aye aye, sir!" Butch responded loudly, then turned and ran off.

After the other party walked away, Graybeard shook his head and muttered, shrugging, "Hmm... which bastard was responsible for recruiting sailors last time we docked..." He raised his left hand, counting on his fingers and reciting, "Tom, Jerry, Butch (the above three names are all characters from *Tom and Jerry*)... What's next? Tyke? I'm a drug lord, not a children's goods seller..."

While he was talking to himself, First Mate Max. Gray had already arrived on deck.

"Pop, did you need me?" Max walked quickly to Graybeard's side and asked in his childish voice.

"Yes, son." Graybeard replied. "Tom and the others have finished their reconnaissance and returned."

"What? That fast?" Max happened to be away from the deck when Tom and the others returned earlier, so he asked this question.

"Yeah..." Graybeard continued, "After they crossed the beach and entered the forest, they immediately discovered a person, and... many surveillance cameras." He paused. "So they caught that person and turned back."

"Oh..." Max nodded, then asked, "Where's the person?"

"I threw him into the sea to feed the fish." Graybeard replied.

"Ah?" Max's expression changed slightly. "Then... did you get anything out of him?"

"Asked." Graybeard stroked his beard and said, "His name is John Winston Rupture."

"Huh?" Max tilted his head. "That guy has the same name as the lead singer of The Beatles?"

"The Beatles?" Graybeard paused for two seconds. "Oh~ you mean those hippies?" Then, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at the sea. "Hmm... speaking of which... the Rupture I just threw down to feed the fish was also a hippie..."

Hearing this, an ominous feeling arose in Max's heart: "Pop, what did that person look like... can you describe him?"

"About thirty years old, a white guy; light brown eyes, brown hair, hairstyle and dress... I don't remember, anyway, just a hippie." Graybeard replied.

"Hehe..." Max chuckled dryly. "No way..." His eyes flickered, his brain raced, and after more than ten seconds, he suddenly widened his eyes and said, "Pop! You just said... Tom and the others found a lot of cameras on the island?"

"Yeah, so?" Graybeard asked suspiciously. "What's wrong?"

Max didn't answer, or rather... he couldn't bother to answer.

The next second, Max turned and ran wildly back into the submarine, leaving his father with a puzzled look on his face, standing alone on the deck in a daze.

About five minutes later, Max returned with a tablet in his hand.

"See for yourself." He turned the computer screen around and held it up to his father's face.

Graybeard took the computer with one hand, looked at it for a few seconds, and then looked down and asked, "So that hippie is so famous?" He annoyedly pursed his lips. "If I had known this earlier... I should have kept him and demanded some ransom."

"Don't worry, Pop, there are plenty of celebrities on this island for you to take hostage." Max turned his face away and looked at Cannabis Island. "I already know what's going on on this island..."

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Let's split the narrative and look at Feng Bujue's side.

After receiving [Yi Da] from Clams Ers, he embarked on his "challenge journey."

And the first thing he did was shoot a bird.

Obviously, [Shoot down an animal of the class Aves using a ranged attack (without using any traps)] was the simplest of the five side quests. Just lift your hand and fire, and the task would be completed.

However, in actual operation, Feng Bujue quickly discovered a problem.

"Hmm..." Jue-ge raised his head, looking at a tree branch that he had shot off, and muttered, "Because it's not my own body... so even the Firearms Specialization is useless..."

That's right, the problem he was facing was this...

Although Jue-ge's Firearms Specialization was only average, he still had a C-grade. He could hit things within seven or eight meters with a slingshot, and he had some accuracy.

But now... he was using Stephen Carbon's body. The various abilities of this body would naturally not receive "Specialization Modification." So... whether he could hit the target or not would depend entirely on Feng Bujue's own operation.

To put it simply... he was now like using a slingshot to hit things in the real world. If he wanted to hit the target, he had to aim well, calculate the strength, adjust the accuracy... and even consider the target's reaction and the wind direction.

"Not good... birds are generally small in size, and most of them stay high up..." Feng Bujue muttered while searching for the next target, "If I get too close, the target may fly away, but if I'm too far away, it's extremely difficult to hit..."

"Dodo—dodo—"

Suddenly, two strange cries entered Jue-ge's ears, interrupting his thoughts.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, perhaps it was luck, perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was the protagonist's halo... In short, just as Feng Bujue was in trouble, a miracle... appeared.

Accompanied by those two cries, a strange big bird walked out of the forest.

Yes, this bird "walked" out because it couldn't fly at all.

Feng Bujue took a closer look and quickly recognized this animal. He couldn't help but blurt out: "Dodo (arguably the most famous extinct animal besides dinosaurs. Dodos are large, slow, and cannot fly. They lived peacefully on the island of Mauritius for millions of years. But in less than a hundred years after being discovered by humans, they were completely extinct due to human hunting and other human activities)?"

The one in front of Jue-ge was indeed a dodo. Its whole body was covered with blue-gray feathers, and the abdomen was lighter in color; the beak was vulture-shaped, slightly black; the wings were short and unable to fly; the legs were thick and yellow, like two elongated chicken feet. And its most distinctive feature was... a tuft of curled feathers on its buttocks. Combined with its simple and dull image, it could be described as very cute.

"Dodo—dodo—" The dodo seemed to have heard Jue-ge's words, and raised its head to call out to him twice.

"This..." Feng Bujue hesitated, "The dodo hasn't gone extinct in this universe?"

Jue-ge was not an animal protectionist, but he would occasionally have a whim and show kindness for no reason (adopting Assas should have belonged to this situation). Besides... he also knew a thing or two about such a famous animal as the dodo. So at this time, his mood... was similar to seeing a panda. Even if he knew what he should do, he would consider it before taking action.

"Sigh... no way, who told you to be a bird..." After nearly ten seconds, Jue-ge's ideological struggle ended. He then bent down and grabbed a small piece of mud, placing it in the leather pouch of the slingshot.

After loading the ammunition, Jue-ge stood up straight again, then separated his legs slightly, raised his left arm horizontally to the side, and pulled the bow with his right arm, tilting the slingshot to a 45-degree angle to the horizontal.

His "oblique straight-arm swing" was an easy-to-master and accurate slingshot technique. Of course... a correct posture was just the foundation. It didn't mean that you could hit every shot just by striking a standard pose.

"Huff... such a big target, a distance of about seven meters, this is a golden opportunity..." Feng Bujue straightened the rubber band and had already aimed properly, "This way... a challenge can be considered compl..."

When he spoke the word "completed," his right hand had already released, firing the projectile. That small piece of mud instantly changed as it flew out of the pouch, turning into a perfectly round light orb emitting an earthy-yellow glow in the air.

Two seconds later, there was a loud bang. The light orb hit... the ground.

"Dodo?" The dodo turned its head and looked at the pit one meter away, calling out in a rising tone. Then, it shook its fat body and ran back into the forest again.

"Tch... missed..." Feng Bujue's expression didn't show much disappointment. He just calmly put away the slingshot and said, "Forget it... this is fate, let's do other challenges first." After saying that, he whistled and set off again...