After making sure there were no problems with the deck or their course, Yang Yi returned to the hold to check his supplies.
The basic materials obtained from dismantling the Indigenous People's ships had changed from crystal and crystal diamond back into lumber, stone, steel, and advanced materials such as blackwood and even sea silver. Crystal diamond accounted for only a small proportion.
But the storage space with a capacity of 130,000 units was packed full, and a large amount was even piled in the hold and on the deck.
Fortunately, the Crystalline Disease had now disappeared, and Spatial Storage Items could function normally again.
He used the few Low-Tier Artisan Inscribed Stones he had previously kept in reserve to upgrade several Spatial Storage Items. Together with those seized on Cook Island, his ship's actual capacity approached 200,000 units.
That did not include the capacities of the Charred Black Giant Worm Ring and the Greedy Stomach.
"I wonder if the crystal diamonds I sold earlier turned into flesh. If they did, that'd be a real screwup," Yang Yi said guiltily.
Ten-odd minutes later, Yang Yi returned to the deck, "walking" through the Painful Wailing Cabin.
The tongues supporting his body kept curling around meat on the ground, whether deliberately or not, leaving trails where he had wriggled past.
Wails rang out around him from time to time, but they had very little effect on Yang Yi now. His sanity did not even change.
Images of other players receiving their goods surfaced in his mind.
After all, many of the traded crystal diamonds were still in transit, and some might not arrive for another three or four days.
If the Gacha Machines spat out piles of corpse fragments then, it would be rather ridiculous. They could neither use them for Gacha