Yang Yi was hauled aboard by the grappling hook and got stuck in the hold, barely able to move.
After all, the hold was crammed with things, including Charred Liquor, sea salt, Pale Worm Grease, and food supplies.
The cleared aisle was meant for people of normal build, not excessively obese Werewolves.
He was now over three meters tall and probably over two meters wide. His two wolf legs rivaled an elephant's, and he could not even see his feet when he looked down. He was absurdly fat.
After undoing his Wolf Transformation, Yang Yi shrank a size, but he was still fat: 1.8 meters tall, 240 kilograms in weight, and over a meter wide.
At least this way, he would not get stuck in the aisle, though moving was still very inconvenient. After all, his attributes had been reduced quite heavily.
"Put your mask on," Su Na reminded him.
Yang Yi had long since lost track of his iron Beak Mask. Fortunately, he had a spare in his ring, which he immediately took out and put on.
"Do you still remember what you did?" Su Na asked, taking out a notebook and pen.
"Yes."
Yang Yi recounted everything he knew.
"So you still retain your memories when you lose control, but you can't control your actions." Su Na nodded. "What about Gourmet Appetite? You swallowed a lot of seawater and sea salt, but there was white foam floating on the sea.
"And you even ate the Fruit of Abundance!"
Yang Yi checked his status panel again and found that Gourmet Appetite was not listed among his negative statuses.
This might have been due to swallowing so much sea salt, or it might have been an effect of the Gluttony Potion.
Su Na recorded everything carefully, then asked again, "Do