Elder Sister, I Am Not Human, You Know【Double Chapter—Please Subscribe!】

Lu Chen’s gaze lingered on Gloria’s violet, form-fitting gown, which seemed to embody a maternal vastness capable of embracing the universe itself.

He tried to imagine the spectacular sight of Gloria playing beach volleyball…

Suddenly, the joy of fishing didn’t seem quite as pure.

But fishing was more than a pleasure—it was a matter of masculine pride.

He could not admit defeat!

“I, Lu Chen, don’t know the meaning of returning empty-handed. As for beach volleyball? Not even a dog would play that,” he declared righteously.

Did they take him for a fool?

If he played beach volleyball, all his focus would be on the ball. Far better to be the referee, his attention fixed not on the ball, but on the scenery by the court. And not just Gloria—there was Ellie, too…

Lu Chen hoped, with some apprehension, that she wouldn’t suddenly transform into a white wolf once she donned her swimsuit.

With a leap, Gloria jumped from the jet ski. From the mountain of clothes, she pulled out two pairs of beach shorts, one yellow, one blue.

“What nonsense! Beach volleyball is great fun. I even bought you your trunks. Here’s the deal: I’ll give you twenty-four hours to fish. If you manage to catch something, you don’t have to play. Ellie and I will play on our own.”

Not catch a fish in twenty-four hours? He might as well eat his fishing rod.

But this, Lu Chen did not say aloud. A man ought to be humble, after all.

Thank goodness—he had a whole twenty-four hours to prove himself. Lu Chen felt a weight lift from his heart.

“All right.”

And these beach shorts were rather nice, he realized, holding them up to his waist. They fit perfectly. For someone who acted so careless, Gloria had an uncanny eye for measurements.

She shrugged off her green cloak and stretched languidly, revealing the soft, violet cotton dress beneath—a commanding yet alluring figure.

“Don’t be too confident,” she said. “I know this much: fate is fair. No matter what danger you face, you always manage to escape, as if luck itself bends for you. If you can also catch fish so easily, I’d have half a mind to break fate’s own legs and ask how it does its job.”

Lu Chen was taken aback—was that how she saw it?

Even Ellie, standing by, nodded seriously. “I think Gloria has a point, Captain. Maybe you should just get ready for volleyball.”

Lu Chen snorted, feeling his male pride somewhat wounded.

“I do enjoy a game, but not today. Just prepare the grill and seasonings… I’ll bring back a fish,” he declared with conviction.

Inwardly, he wondered:

Who would win—a transmigrator or fate itself?

Perhaps, in the next twenty-four hours, he’d find the answer.

Gloria suddenly noticed something. The rear armor was missing!

“Hey, it’s really gone. How much did you get for your loot?”

“Six thousand.”

“So with our prior savings, doesn’t that mean we have ten thousand spirit stones in cash?”

“That’s right.”

Gloria grinned slyly and patted Lu Chen’s waist. “Isn’t it time we split the loot?”

He slapped her hand away. “No splitting. From today on, we’re saving for a high-level starship. My goal is a level-fifty Flying Ondesia-class long-range ship. Entry price: one hundred thousand spirit stones. We already have a tenth of that.”

Gloria wasn’t buying it. “If you were serious about saving, you’d have sold your fishing rod first. Don’t think I don’t know—I already checked. That’s a near top-tier Marine Land nuclear-powered rod, worth two thousand spirit stones. You sold your battle armor but kept the rod?”

Lu Chen stammered, “It’s for fishing starbeasts. Don’t you understand the art of angling?”

“Fine. If you’re that capable, let’s see you catch a fish in the next twenty-four hours.”

“Deal!”

Lu Chen would not be cowed.

According to the Thousand Islands travel guide, the Leonine docked at the eastern hall marina of the Thousand Islands Travel Center.

Lu Chen inquired about sand island trips.

Public sand islands, fitting up to a hundred guests, cost ten spirit stones per person per day.

Private sand islands, suitable for one long-range vessel and under ten guests, cost one hundred spirit stones per day.

Since they planned to play beach volleyball, a private island was in order—no risk of being photographed by odd onlookers.

“Let’s book a private island for one day.”

In the end, to help Lu Chen save for the big ship, it was Ellie who dipped into her private stash, producing two hundred spirit stones for two days—forty-eight hours—of island rental.

Even Lu Chen was surprised. “Ellie, how do you still have so much saved up?”

She smiled. “Books don’t cost much.”

She really was—Lu Chen was on the brink of tears.

In contrast, Gloria had spent nearly two thousand spirit stones over the past month on clothes, bags, cosmetics, games, and drinks.

Still, her strength was invaluable. Without her, Lu Chen wouldn’t have cleared a single dungeon, only picking up scraps at best, not to mention her magic-replenishing abilities.

The three returned to the Leonine and soon flew to the southern hemisphere.

Dawn had just broken.

The southern sky was ablaze with morning clouds, mirrored perfectly in the still waters below—as if the world itself was burning.

It was a breathtaking sight.

The Leonine drifted to a gentle halt at Tennin Island—a private sand island the size of a football field. The ship anchored in the center.

Shoes off, the three stepped ashore. The calm air was cool and refreshing. The white sand was like a vast floating jade, soft and slightly chilled, gently massaging their feet with a crisp, soothing sound.

All around, the indigo sea stretched to the horizon, clear as amber, reflecting the flaming dawn. The clouds hung low, nearly within reach, layered and vast, obscuring the sun.

Soon, golden beams sliced through the clouds, bathing everything in dreamlike radiance. The sea was smooth as glass, endless.

A few islands, several small boats, seemed to float on the reflected skies, evoking a sense of purity and sanctity. Sacred birds soared above, ceremonial music hummed faintly in the air, and the expansive view stretched the imagination.

Lu Chen felt his chest open wide, all worries swept away—even though he truly had none—his mind utterly at peace.

Gloria closed her eyes and stretched. “Not bad, right?”

Ellie, cautiously approaching the shallows, peered at the fish, shrimp, and shells with childlike excitement. “I really want to catch some shrimp.”

“Come, let’s change into swimsuits!”

With that, Gloria led Ellie back to the ship. When they returned, both were clad in swimwear.

Bathed in golden sunlight, Lu Chen was nearly blinded by the snow-capped peaks before him.

Gloria wore a white, saintly lace swimsuit—high-quality, intricately designed, elegant yet modest, not overly revealing.

And yet, all Lu Chen could see was allure.

Her figure defied description. A diaphanous veil, light as gossamer, draped over a tall, toned form emanating a sword-like aura. Lush as jade, undulating, majestic, the very picture of divine craftsmanship.

She was, in short, the epic, enhanced edition of a goddess from myth.

And her beauty, as if from poetry and painting, combined both valor and a deep, magnetic charm. Her long hair was tied in a simple ponytail, brows inked soft, clear eyes sparkling with starry light. A single glance could steal a man’s soul.

If she remained silent, Lu Chen would gladly call her a goddess.

But when she spoke… Well, better not.

A silly succubus!

See? Gloria hadn’t made it ten seconds before shattering his composure.

She reminded Ellie, “Collect all the shrimp and shells you like, but don’t fish—leave that to the legendary master angler!”

Wearing a swimsuit for the first time, Ellie was still shy, murmuring, “Good luck, Captain!”—before dashing off with Gloria to hunt for shrimp.

Lu Chen glanced at Ellie. Her blue-and-white striped swimsuit was classic and simple. Usually, in her school uniform, she seemed petite; now, her swimwear revealed the gentle curves of a young woman. He’d meant to reassure her with a compliment, but realized she wasn’t so small after all—only seemed so next to Gloria.

As for preferences, Lu Chen admired Gloria’s legs and chest—peerless, impossible not to appreciate. He liked Ellie’s furry wolf ears, her porcelain-doll face, and her pert little valley.

Gloria’s “valley” was so robust and athletic, he worried she might accidentally smother him with it.

Of course, Lu Chen was merely appreciating their beauty as one admires art. He had no desire for romantic entanglements with real women.

He was, after all, still the same boy as ever—unchanged.

Especially as the weakest on the ship, under the reign of two women, he nursed a stubborn pride.

He marched back to the ship, changed into yellow beach shorts, stripped to the waist, retrieved his nuclear-powered rod, his inflatable dinghy, and an arsenal of over a hundred premium baits.

Fully equipped, he inflated the dinghy and set out onto the water.

He glanced back at the women playing by the shore.

Women.

There would come a time when the brave man would ride the wind and waves, hoisting his sails into the blue.

Who could stop a man from charging into the sea?

Lu Chen paddled out into the deep, skimming the surface with resonance alone—he rowed without oars, riding only the waves.

He could almost see the succulent fish gathering, awaiting the king of the sea.

To fish in peace, free from the noise of the women, he pushed farther and farther, until the ship was a distant mountain, and only then did he search for the perfect spot.

Just then!

A blue whale drifted languidly beneath his dinghy.

A shiver of terror mingled with excitement.

“With this nuclear-powered rod, I could haul up a blue whale if I had to!”

Boldly, he assembled his rod, loaded it with eighteen kinds of premium bait—covering every major fish species.

He sat at the center of the dinghy, facing the placid expanse, the vessel behind him, the depths below holding unknown dangers.

He sat there for half a day.

Soon, Gloria’s video call came through.

“Captain, if you really can’t catch anything, just dive in and grab a turtle, string it on the hook—there aren’t any cameras, after all.”

The suggestion stung—he hadn’t caught a single fish yet.

“How is this possible? With my universal resonance and maximal biological affinity, using an invisible whale-pearl to hide me from the fish, how could I sit for half a day without a single bite?”

Gloria’s playful challenge made him too proud to try cheap tricks.

Besides, though a level-twenty-nine practitioner, he wasn’t skilled at diving, and had no water magic or armor to help him. Even catching a turtle would be tough.

Or perhaps it was a trap—baiting him into defeat while secretly recording.

“Damn Gloria, she must have hidden a camera somewhere. I can’t risk it!”

Lu Chen scanned the endless expanse—sky and sea merging, islands out of sight, not a breath of wind, not a ripple on the water. White clouds in place of blue sky, thin and smoky, hung low overhead. Beams of golden sunlight occasionally pierced through.

The water was crystal clear, yet deep; due to the light, he couldn’t see far beneath the surface. From clarity, to shadow, to utter darkness.

The sky above and the water below mirrored each other—dreamlike, illusory.

A lone dinghy drifting at the horizon’s seam—he felt as if at the center of the universe.

Suddenly, he felt not here to fish, but to seek enlightenment.

He opened his heart to the sky, the abyss, and himself.

As he opened up—the night fell, and stars appeared.

Lu Chen realized: he had opened a window in God, and God had closed a door in him.

Gloria, seeing his plight, offered him an out.

“Captain, come back! We’ve gathered lots of seafood but can’t grill them. We need your help!”

“Idiots,” Lu Chen huffed, but gladly accepted the reprieve, heading back to rest at halftime.

He had not lost yet. After a meal, he would return for the second round.

Back on the island, the beach was piled high with fresh catch—king crabs, white ammonites, black spirit oysters, eight-foot turtles, violet-shelled oysters, transparent squid, double-headed mantis shrimp…

And many others whose names Lu Chen had never heard, but that wouldn’t stop him from tossing them all on the grill.

He deftly dismembered and cleaned them, then set everything over the fire.

Beneath a sky brilliant with stars and gentle moonlight, the windless shore needed a fan to stir the flames.

With perfect heat control and every spice at his command, a heavenly aroma erupted from the grill like a volcano.

Gloria, ravenous, risked burning her fingers to stuff mouthfuls of roasted meat into her mouth.

Ellie, though, arranged plates, cutlery, and drinks, looking every bit the refined lady.

Lu Chen joined Gloria in devouring the feast, washing away the gloom of a fruitless morning.

The flavors rippled through his mouth, as if every cell became a taste bud.

He and Gloria tore through the meal, yet when they looked over, they found that Ellie, eating slowly and gracefully, had actually eaten more than both of them combined.

While Lu Chen and Gloria ended up greasy and stuffed, bellies round as drums, Ellie remained petite and slender, untouched by the feast.

Digestive power on a different level.

Perhaps it was a racial trait?

Gloria was dissatisfied. “Ellie, it’s not yet twenty-four hours, so the captain doesn’t have to play volleyball. But we can warm up in advance.”

“Very well, I’ll be the referee,” Lu Chen said, patting his stomach, ready for a break before the next round.

Ellie, having finished, wiped her hands and mouth with elegance. Her ice-blue eyes reflected the starlight.

“I won’t lose to anyone!”

Gloria, now in a bandage-style bikini, her fair beauty tinged with pink and moonlight, let a demonic charm flicker in her crimson eyes.

“Sister is not human, you know.”

(End of chapter)