Grand Voyage : Surviving on a Ghost Ship-Chapter 212 - Sunlight Breeding Chamber
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(Third deck of the Farmer, rear half near the stern.)
Yang Yi burst out of a cabin on the port side and was immediately assaulted by mutated sunflowers. He didn’t fight back, simply avoiding injurious hits to the head and letting the corrosive sprays hit the Penitent’s Armour.
At the same time, using his Third Eye, he instantly mapped the surrounding terrain and confirmed his position.
It was a larger, longer room; the centre held a strip of black soil roughly 15×30 in size. The place he needed to reach was at the outer edge of this long chamber, the upper-right exit. If he could get out through the upper-right, the Sunlight Breeding Chamber should be above; then he’d find a way up to the fourth deck.
He sprinted for the upper-right, smashing through the corpse-vines that blocked his path with Ironbreaker. The plants posed almost no threat to him.
He burst out of the room easily, then stopped dead. It had to be the Farmer’s central section, and the situation was far worse than he’d hoped.
A massive hole had been torn in the deck above; protruding from it was a ball-like mass composed of vines. Countless tendrils hung down from that sphere, radiating outwards and piercing the third deck.
The vines were uniform in thickness, yet their hanging clusters varied greatly. Some bundled into columns of hundreds of stems, pillar-thick; others were two or three strands braided together like a rope.
Like the vines wrapping the Farmer’s exterior, these too writhed slowly and had likely spread throughout every corner of the ship’s interior, forming a neural-like network.
The Forest Egg was very likely inside that protruding sphere.
Yang Yi estimated it roughly, but couldn’t measure precisely because only about one-third of the sphere was exposed; the rest lay inside the fourth deck and couldn’t be seen.
But from the data he had, the sphere’s size matched the Sunlight Breeding Chamber, almost certainly his target.
He picked the thickest column, a pillar formed from hundreds of intertwined vines, and prepared to climb it, hoping to breach the sphere’s outer shell and get inside.
First he touched the vines with his hand; there was no reaction. Then he hacked at them with the greatsword. Still no aggression, fresh tendrils simply grew to fill the damaged gaps.
Their behaviour matched the vines on the ship’s exterior: they likely shared the same origin and didn’t attack proactively.
That said, they were not harmless. These vines fed on blood. The beads of blood that welled on the armour’s surface were absorbed by the vines like a sponge meeting water. So, it was best not to touch them with bare skin.
Yang Yi climbed the vine pillar, which was nothing for his three-metre frame; he reached the top in one pull. He’d come up to get a closer feel of the protruding sphere.
At the top he braced himself and, holding Ironbreaker in his right hand, thrust towards the vine-ball. He wanted to gauge how deep the vines were and whether there was an internal cavity.
The greatsword measured over two metres, making it perfect for the task.
If he knew how deep and thick the vine layer was, he could try to break through into an internal space while avoiding alarming the Forest Egg, which remained in a dormant state.
Though reinforced Ironbreaker wasn’t razor-sharp, its weight and hardness let it force its way into the vine sphere; the blade sank in half a metre.
Sensing a foreign intrusion, more vines coiled inwards, blocking the greatsword from driving deeper. There was still no feeling of penetration since the layer was at least forty centimetres thick.
Clinging to the vine pillar, Yang Yi forced the blade forwards again and again, but it wouldn’t budge.
So, he invoked limb regeneration, channelling power into his right arm. His strength surged, the arm swelling, and the armour expanded with it.
Then, with brute force, Yang Yi rammed the greatsword deeper.
“There’s space!”
His eyes lit up.
What he feared most was that the sphere might be solid, making the destruction and containment of the Fruit of Bounty incredibly troublesome.
But with an inner cavity, everything was different.
Yang Yi withdrew the greatsword, clamping the vine pillar between his legs to stabilise himself. With his left hand, he drew out a giant sea-salt grenade and hurled it against the overhead vines.
The grenade shattered, its salt spilling across the vines, withering them. But since it was overhead, much of the salt fell off, greatly reducing the effect.
It didn’t matter. Yang Yi had more than enough sea-salt grenades to burn.
He hurled more than a dozen in succession; fallen salt rained down, layering thickly over his armour, helm, and visor.
Then, bracing with a kick, Yang Yi slashed precisely with the Ironbreaker sword, shaving away a thick section of the vine shell until only a few centimetres remained. Through the gaps he could even glimpse a faint glow within.
He rammed his body into the thinned layer, tearing it with his left hand.
Salt coated his entire body, so wherever he touched, vines withered instantly, granting him the power to break through with brute force.
His upper body burst through into the sphere smoothly, but when he tried to push further, he realised he was stuck.
The vines here regenerated faster than he’d anticipated, sealing rapidly. If not for the salt burning them away, his lower body would’ve been buried, entombed alive.
With his over-three-metre stocky frame, forcing his whole body in at once was too much. But Yang Yi could transform.
He reverted to his human form, his height shrinking from three metres to a mere 1.8. His frame compacted, and the armor shrank with it.
In this reduced body, slipping through the breach he’d just made was child’s play.
With a shove of his left hand, he squeezed himself fully inside.
Only the greatsword lagged behind, its length, combined with his previously bulked-up arm, left part of the blade stuck in the closing vines. But it was a small matter; one tug and he drew it free.
Then Yang Yi turned his gaze to the inner chamber.
“This is…”
He was taken aback.
Floating before him was a vast, radiant sphere suspended from the ceiling, glowing with gentle warmth.
It had to be the Sunlight Breeding Chamber.
The word sunlight clearly referred to this orb.
Yang Yi didn’t yet know its exact function, but from the word breeding he could easily guess the orb’s light offered tremendous benefits to plant growth.
And directly beneath it, bathed in its brilliance, sat a child… skin the colour of emerald green.
He looked much like a human child, save for the lack of hair; in its place grew sprigs of verdant leaves. No gender could be discerned.
The child sat serenely on the ground, eyes closed, posture utterly relaxed.
From where his body touched the earth, countless tiny vines spread outwards, like roots sprouting from freshly planted seed.
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