Grand Voyage : Surviving on a Ghost Ship-Chapter 209 - Departure

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The Farmer was busy absorbing the Fruit of Bounty from within the giant bird, leaving it unable to deal with anything else, making it the perfect opportunity.

Yang Yi took out a specially crafted one-metre wooden board and began assembling it on the deck, preparing to later use the container to secure the Fruit of Bounty. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

But it hung too high above the deck, thirteen metres up.

Letting it fall freely would bring too many uncertainties, so he needed to find a way to reduce the distance.

Thus, Yang Yi reassembled the old iron box once used to cultivate meat chunks, setting it upright beneath the Fruit of Bounty. It reduced the drop to six metres, but the iron box itself stood seven metres tall.

By placing the wooden container atop the box, the height difference dropped further, to just about five metres.

Once Yang Yi dealt with the Farmer, the fruit would likely shrink further, making the one-metre container enough to catch it securely.

Next, he hauled out a trebuchet, adjusted its angle, and aimed it at the branches piercing into the Fruit of Bounty. The plan: sever them in a single strike and free the fruit.

For ammunition, he could directly use the giant salt grenades he had crafted.

By the time he finished preparations, more than half an hour had passed.

But the fruit was shrinking faster than expected, its diametre was under 40cm.

Just then, Suna emerged from the cabin, holding a 2-litre bottle of dark brown liquid.

It was concentrated gastric juice she had concocted for dealing with delicacies, brimming with active digestive enzymes, specially tailored for storing the Fruit of Bounty.

Its shelf life was only 24 hours, and once in contact with delicacies, it would break them down into mush.

Poured onto the Fruit of Bounty, it would mimic a Glutton’s devouring ability, suppressing the fruit’s regenerative power with sheer digestive force.

The drawback was that the resulting slurry couldn’t be processed, and the digestive fluid had to be replenished manually. That meant the container couldn’t be sealed shut; the contents would need to be emptied regularly.

The makeshift container was unreliable, prone to leakage, and suitable only for short-term storage, because the fruit needed to be handled quickly.

Yang Yi had prepared twenty bottles of the digestive fluid, making it forty litres.

If production capacity and shelf life weren’t limitations, he would gladly use the fluid as a weapon, as it was far more effective than ordinary salt.

“One bottle enough?” Yang Yi asked Suna.

“Make it two. The stomach probably can’t handle it. Unless… you’d like to contribute some of your own gastric juice?” Suna teased.

Yang Yi could indeed digest delicacies, but he had no desire to let Suna cut him open, even if she’d hinted at it more than once.

He changed the subject, pretending not to hear, instead explaining the arrangements to her, and left her with five bottles of gastric juice as a precaution.

The Nightmare Star still had over twenty tons of salt, plus the skeletal arms and the stitched monster. Even in danger, it could hold out for a while.

With everything arranged, Yang Yi prepared to follow his plan: head for the Farmer and retrieve the other Fruit of Bounty growing in the Sunlight Breeding Chamber.

“You have less than an hour. This Fruit of Bounty is shrinking faster than expected. The Farmer is likely getting stronger,” Suna warned.

Yang Yi had realised this too, but preparations aboard the Nightmare Star could not be neglected.

He sent the Penitent’s Armour ahead to scout. It traversed the forest without encountering attacks.

Meanwhile, Yang Yi requested the latest ship interface for the Farmer from Geng Qiu.

The vessel was growing larger, its length nearing two thousand metres.

In reality, this was the forest’s size.

The trees were expanding rapidly, blocking more and more sunlight until only dim rays filtered through.

Yang Yi set out.

He reached the edge of the deck, intending to follow the path cleared by the Penitent’s Armour. But the moment he stepped off the deck, he was attacked.

The trees seemed able to sense living beings, revealing their ferocity towards Yang Yi.

Buds erupted across their trunks, instantly transforming into tendrils that whipped towards him, their tips sprouting mouths lined with sharp teeth.

Yang Yi swung his iron greatsword, cleaving through the tendrils and retreating back onto the deck.

“Your left foot!” Suna shouted.

Yang Yi, deep in his berserk state, felt no pain, only a strange sensation around his ankle. Looking down, he saw a severed vine had burrowed into it, wriggling beneath the skin like a parasite.

His wolf fur was no defense against the vine’s invasion.

Once the vine had burrowed deep enough, it began to take root. Some of its tendrils even pierced through the skin, sprouting fresh buds as if determined to settle down and make this place its home.

The entire process was alarmingly fast, less than five seconds!

“You’re heavily parasitised!” Suna drew her witch’s dagger, clearly intending to help dig the vine out.

But Yang Yi had a better response.

“Flame of Healing!”

He roared, channeling the magic, and slammed his palm against his ankle.

In an instant, his left foot ignited, and so did the parasitic vine.

It recoiled violently, writhing like a snake in agony. But within moments, it ceased moving, scorched into brittle charcoal that crumbled away.

When the flames died out, Yang Yi’s left foot was blackened and bare, his wolf fur completely burned away.

Yet the actual injury was minor: only a surface burn. The wound was cauterised, with no bleeding or infection.

He had lost merely four points of health, nothing that would hinder his movements.

Still, the forest was clearly a forbidden zone of life, instinctively attacking any living creature that dared set foot within it.

The armour, however, seemed exempt.

Yang Yi pondered for several seconds, then returned to the edge of the deck. He extended his right hand, protected by a gauntlet, towards one of the dangling branches above.

One of them instantly came alive, sensing a living being. It lashed downwards, stabbing towards his palm.

Clang!

The blow glanced off the hardened gauntlet, ringing with metallic impact.

The teeth at the branch’s tip failed to pierce the armour. It bit down several times, to no avail.

Before it could climb further upwards, Yang Yi tore the branch free and flung it onto the salt-covered deck.

There, it withered instantly.

It confirmed one thing, the vines could not penetrate the Penitent’s Armour.

If he wanted to move swiftly and safely through it, he would have to wear the armour .

Otherwise, he’d be forced to creep forwards cautiously, scattering salt at every step, slowing him down drastically.

Worse, if parasitised once, it could trigger a chain reaction, drawing in more branches until he was overwhelmed…

“You’re planning to wear that cursed armour?” Suna saw through his intent.

“Yes. I’ll just leave the helmet off. With the armour protecting me, I can move quickly through this forest.” Yang Yi replied, summoning the Penitent’s Armour back under his control.

Suna wanted to object, but at the moment, there was no other way to ward off the forest’s corruption.

As for sending it alone to retrieve the Farmer’s Fruit of Bounty… that was impossible.

The armour couldn’t use storage items like a stomach pouch, and its strength was far inferior to Yang Yi’s.

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