At dusk, Nameless gathered quite a few dry branches from the shore and used flint and tobacco to start a campfire.
Smack!
A muffled sound came from the water not far away. A fish quickly floated to the surface, then slowly drifted toward the shore.
Nameless went over and picked up the fish, took out a dagger, gutted it on the spot, cleaned it, then returned to the campfire and placed the fish in a pot of boiling water.
The iron pot was especially sturdy. He had found it in the sailboat's kitchen, along with oil and salt. The oil was stored in an iron can, but it was not vegetable oil—it was animal fat rendered from meat. He had to scoop out a chunk with a spoon and cook it in the pot before it melted.
It smelled quite fragrant.
Though Nameless could not tell what animal the oil had come from.
The salt was not particularly refined either. It looked like mineral salt and contained some impurities. It tasted slightly bitter and might have caused some harm to the human body.
But Nameless naturally did not care about that. When salt was needed, he simply added it.
After all, once he left the trial stage, his strength would instantly recover, and any ailment could be eliminated in an instant.
More than ten minutes later, the fish soup was ready.
Nameless ate slowly with a spoon. After several thousand years of practice, his cooking skills had become quite good. Even with limited conditions, the fish soup he made was especially fresh and sweet, while the fish was tender without falling apart—quite delicious.
After eating his fill, Nameless shifted his attention to the Vampire Jellyfish. By now, the Vampire Jellyfish had grown considerably larger, and both its strength and speed