now our new protag become a local hero in red nation, its about war of heart and mind, but what happen to our little nara? well. she become more fall in love with our panji. yep that make us roll our eyes, but hey. love its love. and she know see a distance between him. she now join a gladiatoral combat to make panji see her again..well lets refresh our perpective a bit. by look at sea

in deep of pasific ocean. a hidden city. survive from nuclear holocaust in ww3. a place of the legedary robinhood pirate. Jozen

Atop a sleek aircraft carrier, Jozen, with his pale Asian features and blue hair tied back, presides over a lineup of prisoners. His mechanical arms loom over them as he delivers judgments with a mix of justice and whimsy “so guilty for working for red nation..” he then turn to next people “you guilty for spreading porn in netcom “ he then turn to next people “you guilty for..i dont know. i just dont like your vibe “ he then turn back and took a seat.

while his guard put the prisoner of giant air cannon. with raise his drink. he order his guard to begun a shot.the prisoner then fly to the air, other prisoner then tremble in fear, wait for impending doom.

As Jozen watches the prisoners launched from the air cannon, he thinks, "They're all just floating debris in the ocean of time. Some sink, some float. It doesn't really matter in the end."

tribal factions remnant in North America fled into the pasific. some is join jozen side. but not all of their interaction is rainbow and sunshine despite hate the same guy,, the tribal groups were treated like second-class citizens, seen as anarchist punks who hated tech a bit too much.

Meanwhile, out in the vast ocean, Low Tide, a warrior from the Seahorse Tribe, woke up stark naked on a raft. A storm had wrecked his fleet, leaving him stranded. on distant island he can see his ship. named the Sea Dancer is busted, and his crew is gone.

Alone and determined to survive for 100 days, he found himself surrounded by small trash islands. His new mission? Build pontoon bridges using materials like chapas, which were plentiful thanks to the collapse of underwater cities.

As day one broke, Low Tide took stock of his situation. His raft was busted, the sail was in tatters, and the undercurrent was too strong to swim against. But hey, he was alive, and the ocean didn't give a damn. : As Low Tide surveys his wrecked raft, he thinks, "The ocean doesn't care about my plans. It never has. It just keeps going, wave after wave." then he Remembering the Seahorse Tribe's saying, "Idle fish are easily speared," he got to work, gathering supplies and plotting his next moves.

On the third day, he repurposed the remnants of his tattered sail into makeshift tribal wear, a light garment to help him cope with the heat. He also started fishing, using the scraps as bait to catch larger creatures. His efforts paid off when he successfully hunted a green eel, adding it to his growing stash of resources.

Just then, a survivor from Jozen's launch, who had lost his memory, stumbled upon Low Tide. With nowhere else to go and survival on the line, he decided to join Low Tide on his quest.

Things were looking up. Another eel became lunch, and Low Tide stumbled upon a glowing sapling—probably a radiation mutant, but he preferred to think of it as a gift from the Sea Gods, but Low Tide didn’t know that. To him, it was a mythical find, so he plopped that glowing sapling right in the center of his tribal base.

By day five, the first section of the western bridge was done. Then, a foggy rainstorm decided to crash the party. The sand connecting the sandbars started to melt away like sugar in water. Low Tide scrambled to salvage what he could, but the relentless rain claimed everything, even the glowing sapling. The ocean, it seemed, had a sense of humor.

Undeterred, Low Tide decided to head north, drawn by rumors of a easy fishing. Then, BAM! Another storm hit, complete with vivid, terrifying visions of his tribe’s ships being crushed by waves. Ignoring the bad vibes, Low Tide braved the swaying northern bridge in the middle of the storm, because, you know, proving himself to the Sea Gods is important. He finished the bridge, celebrated with raw salmon and the remaining vodka, and promptly passed out.

The next morning, he found a wild, naked woman to the northwest. Not from his tribe. Looked tough, though. He decided to call her Maya. As the storm petered out into a heavy rain, they set to work on another section of the northern bridge. Halfway through, they ran out of planks. Time for some DIY lumberjacking.

Just when things seemed bleak, the Sea Gods (or maybe just random chance) delivered a magnificent dire bear—elk horns and all—to the southern sandbars. Thankfully, it stayed put. Low Tide scavenged what he could, playing a real-life Tetris game with his raft’s resources.

With supplies replenished, Low Tide resumed work on the westward bridge. Days blurred under a gloomy sky, the sea creatures looking extra grumpy. Even the tuna seemed to have an attitude. Low Tide’s hands were calloused, his back ached, but he kept going, finding small moments of peace in the sunsets. He worried he was the last of his tribe, the last seahorse.

Then, a stroke of luck: he fished up a madora—a plain white hat that instantly became his most prized possession. The next morning,

The next morning, he completed the first section of the western bridge, only to discover Maya’s skeletal remains. Wrapping her in eel leather, he buried her in the sand and said a prayer, hoping her spirit would find peace as he tried to comfort hers.

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By day 15, Low Tide was pushing south, wrestling a red snapper for his bait – and eventually, his lunch. A cheeky dolphin tried to steal some, proving they weren’t all Flipper. His fishing trap then coughed up pemican, and within the hour, the southern bridge stretched to completion, revealing two chapas. He planted hay, dreaming of future crops.

He crafted a short bow, a perfect fit for his ranged skills, and added a stone-cutting station to his raft, turning coral into building blocks. The dolphin returned, but Low Tide was ready. One missed shot, one bullseye, a quick escape, and a well-earned dolphin steak cooked over a coral fire pit. “Look what I made! Fire!” he declared, feeling like a true survivor as the flames danced against the sunset.

The next few days settled into a routine of cooking, fishing, and organizing. Even a tussle with a sea snail provided a welcome break from the ocean’s monotony. A caravan from the Orange Ocean Settlement, led by the oddly named Terz Protein Newton and sporting distinctive orange hats, appeared on the horizon. Sadly, his fire wasn’t enough to lure them through the surrounding wreckage.

They finished the second part of the southern bridge and checked the improved fishing net. This time, it held a surprise: a shiny new SMG, a gift from the Sea Gods (or maybe just some careless pirate). It was basically a fancy bow, right?

Some days were a drag, others a chaotic mess. A sea snail became target practice, and they learned to avoid the sandbar’s sea sponges. Pushing east, Low Tide felt like he was stuck in a bridge-building Groundhog Day, but then he fished up gold and other treasures! A few hours later, a great white shark decided to test his mettle. Overconfident, Low Tide got too close and took a bite to the leg. He emptied his new SMG into the beast before it finally went belly up. Just a flesh wound, but those sharks were tough.

Then, raiders arrived, more interested in loot and slaves than Low Tide. Their fires stirred up the local wildlife, culminating in a spectacular shark vs. nuna showdown. Amidst the chaos, Low Tide befriended a chill sea turtle (no hunting this one). They fished, built an iron research bench, and then steel rained from the sky – another gift from above. On day 37, a man fell from the sky, too injured to help. Then another man crashed down.and at afternoon Traders from the League of Coya strolled past them like he wasn’t even there.

Low Tide finished fixing the textile spinning and played some supply Tetris to make room for the spinning wheel. Soon, they were churning out cloth like pros, using bison wool when the cotton ran out. The northeast bridge was completed, providing extra wood, storage, a log seat, and a drying rack.

Preparing for the western expansion, Low Tide rearranged everything again. Feeling drained, he downed an energy drink and worked at lightning speed

Day 55 brought a tame manta ray, quickly named Rey Mysterio. Low Tide built him a kelp bed, and they enjoyed a peaceful night – briefly. A lurking crocodile and a horrifying man-squid abomination soon changed that. A massive wave knocked Low Tide out, and a lightning strike jolted him awake. The ocean never gave him a break.

Lightning crackled, and memories flooded back, paralyzing him with fear. Rey nudged his leg, snapping him out of it. An elder’s words echoed in his mind: fear is like an ocean, it can drown you or be your ally. Low Tide dove beneath the waves, finding a moment of peace in the bioluminescent glow, where spectral sea creatures danced with Rey. Then, a whisper: "Maya." A spectral woman appeared, offering a warm touch before fading away. He resurfaced with Rey, laughing and crying, finally at one with the ocean.

Days blurred into a mix of work and survival. They faced man-hunting tortoises and kiwis, crafted coral blocks, and built planters. “What a fool I’ve been!” Low Tide exclaimed, filling the bridges with crops. His bond with Rey grew stronger. A dolphin, named Dolph ,”don’t laugh, it’s a great name!” lowtide said to other, then dolph joined their little crew.

On the 84th day, Rey playfully tugged Low Tide into deeper water, showing off his strength and sparking memories of tribal ocean lore. Low Tide wondered if his own tribe had possessed such deep sea knowledge. He then had the brilliant idea to make a backpack—why hadn't he thought of that sooner? September became a blur of skirmishes, weird animal encounters, and a scorching heatwave that nearly cooked him alive. A poor kid named Molt crash-landed nearby amidst some space junk, but didn't last long.

By day 99, he'd reached the Sea Dancer. Months of work had led to this, and Low Tide eagerly set about restoring his ship. Planks were cut, the lantern refueled—the Seahorse Tribe was back in business! While fixing the deck, he discovered some dusty old parchments hidden in a compartment. Jackpot! Diagrams and instructions for flippers and animal training—chieftain-level secrets! He was itching to dive into them, but the ship came first.

As the restoration continued, a nagging thought crept into his mind: Why was he doing this? He’d been so focused on reaching the ship, but now it felt…empty. He'd hoped it would bring back his tribe, but they were gone. The Sea Dancer was just a ghost of what it once was.

He thought fixing the ship would somehow bring back his tribe, but they were gone. The wreckage was just rotting wooden bones.

By day 111, Low Tide had finished his research on flippers. Using salvaged rubber wheels, he carefully cut and shaped them, finally creating two functional pairs. They felt awkward on land, but in the water, they transformed him, allowing him to glide through the currents with newfound ease. He practiced in the shallows, growing bolder with each passing day.

This newfound mobility opened up deeper waters, but also brought new dangers. He encountered larger predators and stronger currents, and one close call with a reef shark served as a stark reminder of the ocean’s power. He realized that if he was going to venture further from the island, he would need help.

Over the next week, he began training his companions. Using a combination of gestures and sounds, he taught Dolph to scout ahead and Rey Mysterio to carry him when necessary. Dolph, though small, was quick and agile, perfect for reconnaissance. Rey, surprisingly strong, could easily navigate the deeper currents while carrying Low Tide on his back. By the end of the week, they were a well-coordinated team, ready for whatever the ocean threw at them.

On day 133, Low Tide stood on the deck of the restored Sea Dancer, taking in the sight of the trash island that had been his home for so long. It had been a place of hardship and isolation, a constant psychological battle against the loneliness and the endless cycle of sunrises and sunsets. But it was also a place where he had rediscovered his resilience, forged new friendships, and found a new purpose. This island was where his tribe was lost, but also where his new tribe was found. The most important lesson he had learned: if you find yourself, you can overcome anything.

The Sea Dancer sat docked against the trash island, a makeshift home. Low Tide no longer saw himself as a nomad, but something else entirely… a sea villager, perhaps.

He didn’t know what awaited them beyond the horizon, but he realized they didn’t need to search for a home. As long as they had each other, they were already there. He smiled at the newest members of the Seahorse Tribe, and together, they set off into the unknown.

Meanwhile, Jozen's operation had taken an unexpected turn. The Sea Tribe's journey, initially intended as mere observation, had morphed into a hit documentary series. Blue Nation cameras, always present, had captured Low Tide's struggles in painstaking detail, transforming his desperate fight for survival into something resembling a BBC nature program—albeit one set in a flooded, post-apocalyptic world. The irony wasn't lost on anyone: Low Tide, a man just trying to stay alive, had become a sensation, a symbol of hope without even realizing it. lowtide become a popular even without trying to be someone else