Today's weather Clear and sunny, suitable for fishing and casting nets. Location: Origin Sea Daylight remaining: 8 hours. Temperature: 15-25°C. Wind force: 1. ----------
Yang Yi was fishing desperately.
He now needed not only fresh water, but medical supplies urgently as well.
He could get all of these through fishing.
Yang Yi searched the world channel and found that someone had caught ordinary-quality medical bandages that accelerated healing and reduced inflammation.
Although bandages would not do much for Yang Yi's current injuries.
Other medical supplies surely existed too!
He had to make the most of his time and fish.
[You caught a piece of rotten wood.] [You caught a Long-Legged Sardine.] [You caught a Long-Legged Sardine.] [You caught a rag.] [...]
"F**K!"
Yang Yi cursed, picked up a Long-Legged Sardine, bit its head off, then swallowed it raw, guts and long legs included.
He remembered a survival expert once saying that anything could be eaten once you removed its head...
Yang Yi was starving, so he ate each fish as he caught it.
As for eating raw Long-Legged Sardines lowering his sanity, that was not something he needed to consider right now.
He was about to starve to death. Who gave a damn about sanity?
When you were hungry enough, you would eat anything!
After eating so many, Yang Yi made another discovery-the sanity loss diminished as the same event happened repeatedly.
Eating Long-Legged Sardines, for instance, now only lowered his sanity by 1 point, occasionally 2.
If this continued, he would probably get used to eating these fish after having enough of them and stop losing sanity altogether.
Moreover, his spirit experience was increasing rapidly.
Spirit growth was probably related to his sanity being subjected to shocks.
He fished for another two hours.
Yang Yi felt his condition deteriorating, and his wound became unbearably itchy.
He endured the itching and resisted scratching it to avoid worsening the infection.
Meanwhile, diarrhea had caused him to lose large amounts of water and salt.
Combined with his fever, his vision gradually blurred, and he felt lightheaded and unsteady.
[Status: injured/corpse toxin infection (moderate, fever)/food poisoning (mild, diarrhea)]
"Just hold on a little longer. I'll definitely catch some lifesaving medicine!"
Yang Yi forced himself to stay alert and kept fishing. At last, he caught something he had never seen before.
[You caught an Eyeball Fruit.]
It was a fist-sized eyeball that blinked.
[Name: Eyeball Fruit] [Description: Although its appearance is bizarre, it is a fruit native to the abyss. Slightly sweet, it replenishes vitamins, salt, and water.]
Without another word, Yang Yi bit into it. Black juice splashed out, and the Eyeball Fruit trembled slightly in his hand.
[Your sanity decreased by 2.]
Although the fruit was horrifying, it tasted far better than the sardines. Its flesh was grainy and slightly sweet, and Yang Yi ate every bit.
After eating the Eyeball Fruit, Yang Yi felt much better.
His diarrhea had mostly stopped, but the corpse toxin infection remained.
Could fishing not yield medicine for corpse toxin?
Impossible! Anglers could catch anything!
But even by nightfall, he had not caught any medical supplies. He did catch a bottle of fresh water, however. His haul was as follows.
[Eyeball Fruit ×2, Long-Legged Sardine ×8, wood ×10, cloth ×9, Cystic Spiny Puffer ×1, fresh water 1 L]
Yang Yi had eaten everything else.
One liter of fresh water counted as one unit and could be stored in the hold, but retrieving it required a container.
This hold was not a hold in the physical sense.
Resources stored inside, such as wood, cloth, fresh water, and steel, existed as invisible data that could be retrieved when needed.
Yang Yi's mouth was dry, and he had already drained a third of his 1.5-liter bottle of Nongfu Three Fists.
He had to ration it. Fresh water did not turn up often.
Once night fell, Yang Yi did not dare linger on deck. He stopped fishing and returned to the captain's cabin.
As usual, he placed his flintlock beside him and lay down on the bed to sleep.
But the fever and infected wound kept tormenting Yang Yi...
It was destined to be a sleepless night, and there was the nightmare curse too...
Unable to sleep, Yang Yi opened the chat channel and started reading.
It was still lively.
But anyone paying attention would notice that the channel no longer displayed the number of people online.
The dead could not speak. They disappeared without a sound...
"I just made two spears. If a skeleton dares show up tonight, I'll make it drop gold!"
"Bro, have you never played a game? Don't you know skeletons have no flesh and come with piercing resistance?
You'd be better off swinging your fists than using a spear!"
"Buying steel in advance. Still need 982 units. DM me for details!"
"Iron Will, you're still alive?"
"Goddammit! Even if all of you die, I'll still be kicking!"
"How are you outrunning the Black Fog at five knots?"
"Give me steel and I'll tell you!"
"Keep it to yourself! I don't want to know!"
"..."
Behind all the other ships, a steel warship was racing for its life.
Not far behind it, the Black Fog was closing in at ten knots.
Schools of fish filled the water below. They feared the Black Fog too and fled frantically.
A portly middle-aged man stood on the bridge, his face covered in stubble, a cigarette between his lips and his hand on the wheel.
Despite how brazen and carefree he sounded in chat, he was actually nervous as hell.
The slightest lapse could cost him his life.
Chatting was one of his few ways to relieve the pressure.
His ship had ample supplies, unlimited ammunition, and astonishing durability. Its only drawback was that it moved too slowly and would be overtaken by the Black Fog.
Moreover, his starting location had been very close to the Black Fog.
Fortunately, there was always a way out. His ship had a giant whaling gun, a harpoon that was difficult to remove once embedded in a giant sea creature.
He was now searching for his next target, using these enormous sea creatures to tow him along and increase his ship's speed.
"Dammit, couldn't this stupid fish last a little longer? How's its stamina so lousy?"
He reeled in the harpoon and aimed at his next target, trying to pick something big and fast.
Thanks to this, he had only slept three hours so far.
He spent the rest of his time searching for targets. After all, these giant fish could bleed, tire, and die too...
As for any fish foolish enough to attack him, he would teach them the meaning of suppressive fire and the cannons of civilization!
The next day.
Yang Yi struggled awake, his head splitting.
He did not know when he had fallen asleep, only that he had dreamed of some awful things and felt sick enough to vomit.
This ship was worse than he had imagined.
Without some other way to restore energy, his efficiency in the game would drop significantly.
After an entire night's rest, his energy had only recovered by 30.
And his corpse toxin infection had worsened.
His wound no longer itched, only stung slightly. This was not a good sign...
Moreover, the wound gave off a nauseating, fishy stench, like a fish that had been dead for ages, exactly like the drowned one's smell.
The human immune system was no match for corpse toxin!
His attributes, including strength, agility, and constitution, had all dropped by 2, leaving him weakened!
But Yang Yi did not despair. He had experienced something worse-five years bedridden with paralysis.
He left the captain's cabin and went to the hold. After eating two Eyeball Fruits and several Long-Legged Sardines for breakfast, he resumed fishing.
His luck was good today. He caught an Eyeball Fruit right at the start.
[You caught an Eyeball Fruit.] [You caught a Long-Legged Sardine.] [You caught a piece of rotten wood.] [You caught...]
Yang Yi's vision went black, and he collapsed unconscious on the passageway deck.
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