Grand Voyage : Surviving on a Ghost Ship-Chapter 218 - Déjà vu

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On the way back, Yang Yi checked on Suna’s condition and the status panel of the Nightmare Star.

Her health was at 82, safely above the danger line.

The Nightmare Star’s durability still showed 1400, steady and no longer dropping, things looked relatively optimistic.

He sent Suna a private message.

“Suna, how’s your situation?”

A few seconds later, a reply came.

“The forest’s attacks suddenly stopped, but the Nightmare Star is entangled by vines, we can’t break free for now. Did you manage to contain the Farmer’s Core?” Suna asked.

“More or less. I’ll explain in detail when we meet.”

Yang Yi ended the transmission and glanced at his own status.

He had transformed back into his werewolf form, becoming noticeably larger than before.

But his weight… was absurd. 687 kilograms and still climbing!

His sanity had dropped to 1, his health was slowly decreasing, and his stamina, burdened by his massive bulk, was also falling.

Fortunately, his attributes were high enough that he wasn’t completely immobilised. Movement was just… sluggish and exhausting.

Ideally, nutritional intake should be controlled within a +2 attribute gain. Anything above that would only make him fatter, reducing agility instead of enhancing it.

Of course, his destructive power and damage resistance had both skyrocketed as a trade-off.

He downed a bottle of Vitality Coconut Refresh, restoring some stamina, and continued toward the Nightmare Star, it wasn’t far now.

Travelling down through the forest was fairly easy; if he’d had to climb up, it would’ve taken much longer.

…

Near the Nightmare Star.

The ship looked as though it had been abandoned in the forest for decades, now half-absorbed into the wilderness itself.

Thick branches had rooted deep into the hull, on both deck and underside, some over a meter wide, with sprawling tendrils wrapping around the rudder and piercing through the structure.

On deck, Suna was directing her stitch-beasts and the few remaining skeletal arms to clear the branches away.

Sea salt helped dehydrate and brittle the wood, making it easier to snap, but there were far too many branches, clearing them all would take time.

They had to be careful, direct skin contact could activate the blood-draining, parasitic vines, which would trigger another round of attacks.

Suna had already cleared the area around the hatch and was expanding outwards, slowly freeing up the deck.

Suddenly, loud crashes echoed nearby, the sound of breaking and colliding tree trunks.

She immediately tensed, unslinging her Salt Bow and aiming toward the source.

Something was barreling towards them, a large, black, round shape crashing through the trees, snapping branches and trunks as it came.

“What the hell is that?”

She squinted, trying to see through the dim light and thick foliage.

Then, just as she hesitated, the massive “ball” called out.

“It’s me! Don’t shoot!”

The deep, buzzing voice was still recognizable, it was Yang Yi.

He now stood over three metres tall… and nearly three metres wide.

Suna exhaled, lowering her bow.

Yang Yi bounced through the trees like an enormous elastic ball, smashing his way towards the Nightmare Star. In one hand, he clutched a giant sea-salt grenade, gulping salt straight from it as he moved.

“Suna, hurry! I need surgery, now!”

His words came rapid, urgent.

“Get me inside the ship or I’m going to explode!”

His health had dropped below 40, and was still falling, like a countdown to detonation.

If not for his strange resilience, he woul’ve already burst.

Suna’s brow furrowed deeply. She could tell immediately it was no simple problem.

Yang Yi was never the type to voluntarily ask for surgery. Even routine checkups usually left him grumbling and scowling. So if he was the one begging for it… things were truly serious.

Suna reacted immediately, ordering the stitch-beasts to clear a path through the tangled growth on the deck.

She moved carefully herself, watching her footing and the parasitic branches around her as she pushed through the overgrown forest that had taken root atop the ship, heading towards the bow.

The rudder was completely wrapped in thick roots branching from a massive tree trunk.

The stitch-beast began spraying sea salt from its remaining tentacles, only two or three left now, and much weaker than before.

“Suna, let me handle this!”

Yang Yi had reached the bow as well, and quickly assessed the situation.

In his hand was a giant sea-salt grenade, which he clearly planned to throw. Suna understood immediately and stepped back, taking cover behind the stitch-beast.

Several massive salt grenades flew through the air, striking precisely where the rudder was trapped. The trunk began to wither rapidly.

The last grenade hit dead-on, snapping the trunk apart and exposing the rudder beneath.

Seeing that, Suna took control of the Nightmare Star, using a claw hook to reel Yang Yi into the ship. She then hurried towards the cabin.

A few minutes later, the entrance to the witch’s laboratory had been widened, forcibly.

Even in human form, Yang Yi was still too fat to fit through normally, so he’d broken the frame just to squeeze inside.

“What exactly did you do?”

Suna asked as she helped him onto two metal tables that had been pushed together to support his weight.

“Your shoulder… it’s injured?”

Yang Yi’s sharp eyes caught the bandage peeking out from under her left shoulder.

“It’s nothing,” Suna replied curtly, tugging at her collar to change the subject.

Yang Yi frowned slightly but didn’t press further. He went straight to explaining what had happened.

“I… ate the Farmer’s Core. It’s inside me right now. But I can’t completely digest it, so…”

He summarised the rest quickly, asking Suna to stitch shut the Mouth of Gluttony and then cut open his abdomen to release the undigested matter before it tore him apart.

It wasn’t going to be an easy process, but Suna nodded, fully grasping the situation. However, before she could begin sewing, the Penitent’s Armour had to be removed.

Yang Yi couldn’t take it off himself because it required another person’s commands, issued in reverse.

“Activate the spikes,” Suna ordered.

The armour’s iron spikes extended instantly.

“Open chest plate.”

The cracked breastplate lifted open.

Piece by piece, she helped remove the armor. Yang Yi turned his back to her as he did, one hand still clamped tightly over the struggling mouth on his abdomen.

Without the armour’s restraint, he looked even more like a grotesque ball of flesh, his skin riddled with fine puncture marks, oozing faint pink blood.

Then, while Yang Yi pressed down hard to restrain the Mouth of Gluttony, Suna worked swiftly to sew it shut.

Fifteen long minutes passed.

Finally, the rebellious mouth was stitched completely closed, unable to open again.

Its bite strength was terrifying, but its jaw-opening force was comparatively weak.

Yang Yi lay exhausted on the metal tables, while Suna fetched a set of leather straps, preparing to fasten him down.

The scene felt eerily familiar, and Yang Yi was suddenly struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu.

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