Weather Forecast
Clear skies — perfect for fishing and casting nets.
Location: Sea of Origin
Sunlight Duration: 8 hours remaining
Temperature: 15–25°C
Wind: Level 1
Yang Yi was desperately fishing.
Right now, he didn't just need fresh water—he urgently needed medical supplies.
Both could potentially be obtained through fishing.
Earlier, Yang Yi searched the world chat and found that someone had once fished up common-quality medical bandages, which could accelerate healing and reduce inflammation.
Although bandages wouldn't help much with Yang Yi's current injuries, other medical items had to exist somewhere.
So he needed to fish as much as possible.
[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 loudly.
He grabbed a Long-Legged Sardine, bit off its head in one bite, and swallowed the rest whole—organs and long legs included.
He remembered some survival expert once saying:
"As long as you remove the head, you can eat it."
Yang Yi was starving.
So every fish he caught, he ate immediately.
As for the sanity loss caused by eating the sardines raw—that wasn't something he cared about right now.
If you're about to starve to death, who cares about sanity?
When you're desperate enough, you'll eat anything.
After eating many of them, Yang Yi made an interesting discovery.
Sanity loss decreased when the same event happened repeatedly.
For example, eating Long-Legged Sardines now only reduced his sanity by 1 point, occasionally 2 points.
If this continued, he might eventually become so accustomed to it that eating the fish wouldn't reduce sanity at all.
Meanwhile, his Spirit experience was rising rapidly.
Apparently, mental stimulation increased Spirit growth.
Two hours passed.
Yang Yi felt his condition worsening.
His wounds had started to itch unbearably.
He resisted the urge to scratch, knowing it could worsen the infection.
At the same time, because of diarrhea, he had lost a lot of water and salt.
Combined with his fever, his vision slowly blurred, and his body felt weak and unsteady.
[Status: Injured / Corpse Poison Infection (Moderate, Fever) / Food Poisoning (Minor, Diarrhea)]
"Just a little longer… I'll definitely fish up some life-saving medicine!"
Yang Yi forced himself to stay focused and continued fishing.
Finally, he caught something he had never seen before.
[You caught an Eyeball Fruit]
It looked exactly like an eyeball, blinking occasionally, about the size of a fist.
[Name: Eyeball Fruit]
[Description:Despite its strange appearance, this is a fruit from the Abyss.Slightly sweet. Replenishes vitamins, salt, and water.]
Yang Yi didn't hesitate.
He bit straight into it.
Black juice splattered out as the fruit trembled slightly in his hand.
[Your Sanity −2]
The fruit looked horrifying, but it tasted far better than sardines.
The flesh inside was grainy and mildly sweet.
Yang Yi devoured the entire thing.
After eating it, he felt much better.
The diarrhea had basically stopped.
But the corpse poison infection remained.
Could it be that fishing couldn't produce medicine for corpse poison?
Impossible.
Fishermen can catch anything.
But even until nightfall, Yang Yi still hadn't caught any medical supplies.
He did catch a bottle of fresh water though.
His total gains were:
[Eyeball Fruit ×2][Long-Legged Sardine ×8][Wood ×10][Cloth ×9][Cyst Pufferfish ×1][Fresh Water ×1L]
Everything else had already been eaten.
The 1L of fresh water counted as one resource unit and could be stored in the ship's hold.
However, taking it out required a container.
This ship hold wasn't a physical cabin.
Resources like wood, cloth, fresh water, and steel existed only as invisible data, which could be retrieved whenever needed.
Yang Yi's throat was dry.
He had already drunk one-third of his 1.5L Nongfu Spring bottle.
He had to conserve the rest.
Fresh water was rarely obtained from fishing.
When night came, Yang Yi didn't dare stay on deck any longer.
He stopped fishing and returned to the captain's cabin.
As usual, he placed the flintlock pistol beside him and lay down on the bed.
But the fever and infected wounds kept torturing him.
This was destined to be another sleepless night.
And there was also the Nightmare Curse.
Unable to sleep, Yang Yi opened the chat channel.
It was still lively.
But careful observers would notice something.
The channel no longer displayed the number of players online.
The dead made no sound.
They simply disappeared silently…
"I just made two spears. If that skeleton shows up tonight, I'm gonna make it drop gold!"
"Bro, have you never played games before?Skeletons have no flesh, so they have natural piercing resistance.
Using a spear is worse than just punching it."
"I'm pre-ordering steel! Need 982 units! Message me privately!"
"Hey, Ironheart Ship, you're still alive?"
"D*mn right! Even if all of you die, I won't!"
"Your ship only moves at 5 knots. How did you outrun the black fog?"
"Give me steel and I'll tell you!"
"Keep it to yourself. I don't care!"
Far behind the fleet, an iron warship was racing desperately across the sea.
Not far behind it was the Black Fog, approaching at 10 knots.
The ocean beneath was filled with fish fleeing in terror.
They were just as afraid of the fog.
A chubby middle-aged man stood on the bridge, unshaven, cigarette in mouth, hands gripping the helm.
He sounded arrogant in chat.
But in reality, he was terrified.
One moment of carelessness, and he would die.
Chatting was one of the few ways he had to relieve the pressure.
His ship had plenty of supplies, unlimited ammunition, and extremely high durability.
But it had one fatal flaw.
It was too slow.
And he had spawned very close to the Black Fog.
Fortunately, he had found a solution.
His ship carried a giant whaling harpoon.
Once embedded into a massive sea creature, it was extremely difficult to remove.
So he kept searching for large marine creatures to drag his ship forward, increasing his speed.
"D*mn it… can't these stupid fish last a little longer? Such poor stamina!"
He reeled in the harpoon and aimed for another target.
He specifically chose large and fast-swimming creatures.
Because of this strategy, he had slept only three hours so far.
The rest of the time was spent finding new targets.
After all, giant fish bled, tired, and died.
As for the fish foolish enough to attack his ship—
He would teach them the meaning of firepower suppression.
And the power of civilized artillery.
The Next Day
Yang Yi woke up painfully.
His head felt like it was splitting apart.
He didn't know when he had fallen asleep.
He only knew that he had dreamed of something terrible.
Something so disgusting it made him want to vomit.
This ship was worse than he imagined.
Without another way to restore stamina, his efficiency in this survival game would drop dramatically.
After an entire night of rest, his stamina had only recovered 30 points.
And the corpse poison infection had worsened.
His wounds no longer itched.
Instead, they stung faintly.
That was not a good sign.
A foul fishy odor seeped from the wounds.
It smelled like dead fish left to rot for days.
Exactly the same smell as the Drowned One.
Human immunity was no match for corpse poison.
His attributes—including Strength, Agility, and Constitution—had all dropped by 2 points, putting him in a Weakened state.
But Yang Yi did not despair.
He had experienced something even worse before—
Five years of paralysis in bed.
He walked out of the captain's cabin, entered the hold, ate two Eyeball Fruits and several Long-Legged Sardines for breakfast, and then started fishing again.
Today seemed luckier.
His first catch was already an Eyeball Fruit.
[You caught an Eyeball Fruit]
[You caught a Long-Legged Sardine]
[You caught a rotten piece of wood]
[You caught…]
Yang Yi's vision suddenly went black.
He collapsed onto the deck corridor.
And lost consciousness.