Clear skies, perfect for fishing and casting nets.
Location: Origin Sea
Sunlight duration: 8 hours remaining.
Temperature: 15~25°C.
Wind force: Level 1.
Yang Yi was desperately fishing.
He needed not only fresh water but also medical supplies urgently.
These could all be obtained through fishing.
Yang Yi checked the World Channel and found that someone had once caught a common quality medical bandage, which had healing acceleration and anti-inflammatory effects.
Although the bandage wouldn't do much for Yang Yi's current injuries, other medical supplies must exist!
He had to seize the time to fish.
[You caught a rotten piece of wood]
[You caught a Long-Legged Sardine]
[You caught a Long-Legged Sardine]
[You caught a piece of rotten cloth]
[...]
"F**K!"
Yang Yi cursed, picking up a Long-Legged Sardine, biting off its head, and swallowing it whole with its innards and long legs.
He remembered a survival expert once said that as long as you remove the head, it's edible...
Yang Yi was starving, so he ate one as soon as he caught it.
As for the fact that eating raw Long-Legged Sardines would decrease his sanity, that wasn't something he needed to worry about right now.
When you're starving, who cares about sanity?
When you're desperate with hunger, you'll eat anything!
After eating a lot, Yang Yi discovered something new—the decrease in sanity would diminish with repeated occurrences of the same event.
For instance, eating Long-Legged Sardines now only decreased his sanity by 1 point, occasionally 2 points.
If this continued, after eating enough of these fish, he might get used to it and not lose sanity at all.
Moreover, his spirit experience points were rapidly increasing.
The growth in spirit was probably related to the stimulation his sanity received.
After fishing for another 2 hours, Yang Yi felt his body getting worse, with his wounds itching unbearably.
He resisted the urge to scratch, fearing it would worsen the infection.
Meanwhile, due to diarrhea, he lost a lot of water and salt.
Combined with the fever, his vision gradually blurred, and he felt dizzy.
[Status: Injured/Corpse Poison Infection (Moderate, Fever)/Food Poisoning (Mild, Diarrhea)]
"Just hold on a bit longer, I must catch some life-saving medicine!"
Yang Yi forced himself to stay focused and continued fishing, finally catching something he hadn't seen before.
[You caught an Eyeball Fruit]
It was an eyeball, blinking, about the size of a fist. Follow the newest chapters on novelping.com.
[Name: Eyeball Fruit]
[Description: Despite its eerie appearance, it is a fruit from the Abyss, slightly sweet, and can replenish vitamins, salt, and water.]
Without hesitation, Yang Yi bit into it, black juice splattering, the Eyeball Fruit trembling slightly in his hand.
[Your sanity decreased by 2]
Though the fruit was terrifying, it tasted much better than the sardines, with a gritty texture and slight sweetness. Yang Yi devoured it completely.
After eating the Eyeball Fruit, Yang Yi felt a lot better.
The diarrhea had mostly stopped, but the corpse poison infection remained.
Could it be that fishing wouldn't yield a cure for corpse poison?
Impossible! Fishermen can catch anything!
Yet, by evening, he still hadn't caught any medical supplies, though he did catch a bottle of fresh water, with the following haul:
[Eyeball Fruit X2, Long-Legged Sardine X8, Wood X10, Cloth X9, Cyst Porcupinefish X1, Fresh Water 1L]
Yang Yi had eaten everything else.
This 1L of fresh water was a single unit, storable in the ship's hold, but required a container to retrieve.
This hold wasn't a physical concept of a ship's hold.
It stored resources like wood, cloth, fresh water, and steel as invisible data, retrievable when needed.
Yang Yi, parched, had already consumed a third of the 1.5L Farmwife's Three Punches.
He had to ration it, as the supply of fresh water was low.
By nightfall, Yang Yi dared not linger on the deck, ending his fishing and returning to the captain's cabin.
As usual, he placed the flintlock pistol by his side and lay down to sleep.
But the fever and wound infection tormented Yang Yi...
It was destined to be a sleepless night, especially with the Nightmare Curse...
Unable to sleep, Yang Yi opened the Chat Channel.
It was still lively inside.
But the observant would notice that the channel no longer displayed the number of online users.
The dead don't speak, disappearing silently...
"I just made two spears, if skeletons dare come tonight, I'll make them drop gold coins!"
"Bro, haven't you played games? Don't you know skeletons have no flesh and are resistant to piercing?
Using a spear is less effective than swinging your fists!"
"Reserving steel, still need 982 units, contact me privately for details!"
"Iron Ambition, you're not dead yet?"
"Dammit! Even if you all die, I'll never die!"
"How do you outrun the Black Mist with a five-knot ship speed?"
"Give me steel, and I'll tell you!"
"Forget it! I don't want to know!" This chapter is updated first at g.com.
"....."
Behind all the ships, an iron warship was desperately fleeing.
Not far behind it, the Black Mist was closing in at a speed of ten knots.
The seabed was full of fish, equally terrified of the Black Mist, fleeing frantically.
A chubby middle-aged man stood on the bridge, unshaven, cigarette in mouth, hand on the helm.
Despite his arrogant demeanor in the chat, he was actually scared to death.
Any slight lapse, and he would lose his life.
Chatting was one of the few ways he could relieve stress.
His ship had ample supplies, unlimited ammunition, and incredible durability, but its only flaw was its slow speed, making it susceptible to the Black Mist.
Moreover, he started close to the Black Mist.
Fortunately, fate wasn't entirely against him; his ship had a giant whaling harpoon, a harpoon that, once embedded in a giant sea creature, was hard to remove.
He was now searching for the next target, hoping a giant sea creature would drag him along to increase his ship's speed.
"Damn it, can't these stupid fish hold on a bit longer? Such poor stamina?"
He retrieved the harpoon, aiming at the next target, trying to pick the fast swimmers and larger ones.
Thanks to this method, he had only slept three hours so far.
The rest of the time was spent finding targets, as even giant fish would bleed, tire, and die...
As for the fish foolish enough to attack him, he'd teach them what firepower suppression meant, what civilized cannons were!
The next day.
Yang Yi woke up with difficulty, his head pounding.
He didn't know when he had fallen asleep, only that he had dreamt of some unpleasant things, feeling nauseous.
The ship was worse than he thought.
Without other means to restore stamina, his game efficiency would drastically decrease.
After a whole night's rest, his stamina had only recovered by 30.
Moreover, the corpse poison infection had worsened.
His wounds no longer itched, only a slight stinging pain, which wasn't a good sign...
And the wounds had a nauseating fishy smell, like a long-dead fish, identical to the Drowned One's scent.
Human immunity was no match for corpse poison!
His attributes, including strength, agility, and constitution, had all decreased by 2, entering a Weakened State!
But Yang Yi didn't despair; he had experienced worse—being bedridden for five years.
He left the captain's cabin, went to the ship's hold, ate two Eyeball Fruits, and a few Long-Legged Sardines for breakfast, then continued fishing.
Today, luck was on his side; he caught an Eyeball Fruit right at the start.
[You caught an Eyeball Fruit]
[You caught a Long-Legged Sardine]
[You caught a rotten piece of wood]
[You caught....]
Yang Yi's vision went black, and he collapsed on the corridor deck, falling into unconsciousness.