Fang Chenyi gripped the two control lines and gave them a hard yank. The parachute did turn, just not in the direction he’d intended.

’Holy shit, why isn’t this thing like the parachutes in PUBG? Aren’t you supposed to pull a side to turn that way?’

As he fumbled with the controls, the parachute made a sharp turn, carrying him straight toward the ocean’s edge.

SPLASH! With a great spray of water, Fang Chenyi landed in the ocean.

"Ptooey, ptooey! God, that’s salty."

Scrambling to get out of the parachute harness, Fang Chenyi swallowed a good deal of seawater in the process.

Thankfully, the buoyancy of his life jacket kept him afloat, so he was still relatively safe.

After spitting out the seawater, he took a few deep gulps of fresh air and looked toward the shore.

He sighed. ’Well, I really brought this on myself. I could have had a nice, stable landing on the beach. But no, I just had to go for a swim...’

But that wasn’t the worst of it. What really made Fang Chenyi despair was that he was at least two or three hundred meters from the coast.

He kicked his legs down, trying to feel for the bottom. If it wasn’t too deep, he figured he could just wade ashore.

He couldn’t tell exactly how deep it was, only that his feet couldn’t reach the seabed.

He sighed in resignation. ’Guess I’ll swim for it. Serves me right for being a smart-ass...’

With that thought, Fang Chenyi stopped hesitating. Soaking in the ocean fully clothed was miserable, after all.

Although Fang Chenyi wasn’t much of a swimmer, the life jacket helped. Flailing his arms and kicking his feet, he slowly inched his way toward the shore.

Maybe it was because this was a natural deep-water island, but as he swam, Fang Chenyi tried reaching for the bottom several times, only to find, to his dismay, that he couldn’t touch it even once.

Ten meters, twenty meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters.

After nearly half an hour, Fang Chenyi had slowly paddled his way closer. He was no longer far from the coastline. Gazing at the shore that seemed so close, he estimated it was only about a hundred meters away.

But the waves were rough today. Several times, he would swim more than ten meters forward, only for a large wave to crash over him and push him back dozens of meters.

Another half hour passed. Now utterly exhausted, Fang Chenyi was still, frustratingly, fifty or sixty meters from shore.

Letting the life jacket keep him afloat, Fang Chenyi raised a hand and gave himself a light slap. He couldn’t help but curse, "See if you can keep your damn hands to yourself now!"

He took a deep breath. After all the struggling, and with the sun beating down ever stronger, Fang Chenyi felt a powerful thirst. But the backpack containing his food and fresh water was long gone, lost to the sea.

It wasn’t that he was completely without fresh water. In his woven bag’s space, he had anything and everything he could possibly need.

It was just that his current predicament made it difficult to access the woven bag. Who knew if seawater would pour right in the moment he opened it?

He gritted his teeth. ’Forget it. I’ll just have to hang on. Push a little harder and try to make it to shore in the next half hour!’

In the end, it all came down to Fang Chenyi being a terrible swimmer. If he weren’t, he could have just taken off the life jacket, dived under the surface, and propelled himself dozens of meters with a few strong strokes.

Just as Fang Chenyi felt some of his strength returning and was taking a few deep breaths to continue swimming, a sudden chill ran down his spine. His scalp tingled for no apparent reason.

It was the same feeling he’d had right after jumping out of the plane.

Fang Chenyi’s nerves instantly tightened. His hand subconsciously went to the paratrooper knife on his chest, and his eyes scanned the surrounding water.

As his gaze swept across the water, his eye suddenly twitched. A moment later, he couldn’t stop a curse from escaping his lips:

"Holy shit! Are you fucking kidding me, God?!"

Not far away, a black, triangular fin sliced through the surface of the water, speeding directly toward him.

Seeing this, one word instantly flashed through Fang Chenyi’s mind: ’Shark!’

There was no mistaking it. That large, dark fin was identical to the one from the movie *Jaws*. Except this time, he was the star of the show.

When the fin was about twenty meters away, it suddenly stopped approaching and began to circle him.

Seeing this, Fang Chenyi’s heart sank. He knew without a doubt that the shark was observing him, and it could attack at any moment.

’What do I do? What do I do?!’

His mind raced. He had guns in his woven bag—not just pistols, but assault rifles and even large-caliber sniper rifles.

But if he took one out now... setting aside the question of whether he could even hit the agile shark in the open ocean, who knew if a single shot would be enough to kill it?

If it wasn’t a one-hit kill, he definitely wouldn’t be able to withstand even the slightest retaliation from the creature!

’But aside from guns, I don’t have any other weapons! The paratrooper knife in my hand? Are you kidding me? This thing is smaller than one of the shark’s teeth!’

Escaping was even more impossible. Never mind the fact that even without a shark on his tail, it would take him at least half an hour to reach the shore.

And if that thing decided to attack, it would probably catch him in seconds...

In the past, whenever he’d run into trouble, he’d relied on his "junk scavenging" ability to get him out of it.

For example, when the store manager at Louis Vuitton looked down on him, he’d "scavenged" and ended up with shares in Louis Vuitton China.

Or at the anime convention, when his booth location was terrible, he’d "scavenged" all the shares of the event organizer, Tokyo Entertainment.

There were many other examples. Fang Chenyi had even started to feel like the system would help him out of any crisis or difficulty he faced. But what about this time?

What was he supposed to scavenge this time? Stuck in the middle of the ocean, besides a massive shark eyeing him like prey, there was nothing but endless seawater.

’I can’t just scavenge the seawater, can I?’

As he thought about it, a wave of helplessness washed over him.

It was the first time he’d felt this way since getting the woven bag—a deep, profound sense of helplessness.

He wasn’t facing a person, but a massive shark. It didn’t possess human intelligence; you couldn’t reason with it.