The huge gray-black hand grabbed the side of the ship and climbed up quickly, pulling the part below the surface inch by inch.
Through the blue water, Klein first saw a large gray-black shadow, and then his entire field of vision was filled with wriggling flesh.
The monster seemed to be haphazardly assembled from countless grayish-black corpses. Behind the two enormous hands were withered, stick-like arms, which originated from a dead body that looked like a giant. The giant's single eye was closed, and several other heads were attached to its neck. From those heads extended scaly fish bodies, lizard-like remnants, and twisted human corpses. Layer upon layer, they formed a floating-island-like mass of flesh.
From the different corpses and the gaps between the seams, streams of yellow-green gas emanated and spread outward, as if to envelop the area.
Cough! Cough, cough, cough!
Just from smelling a bit of the odor, many sailors on deck began coughing violently, nearly unable to straighten their backs.
Seeing this,
"Frank, stop!
"Go help
"Why?" Frank Lee asked subconsciously.
"In this area, supernatural things within the authority of the 'Earth Mother' will undergo mutations, including your abilities," Cattleya said as she extended her palms and pressed them to a certain spot on her desk.
The symbols and magic markers on the *Future* lit up in sequence, turning the entire ship into a brilliant sea of stars, which seemed to correspond one to one with the deep space light surrounding Cattleya.
The spreading yellow-green gas was blocked by the starlight. Klein, floating near the edge, headed toward the window of his room.
The coughing pirates' symptoms eased. Led by boatswain Nina and first mate Frank, they followed the orders of navigator
However, the huge gray-black monster had already entangled the front part of the ship. Its underwater body was connected to something unknown, forcibly holding the *Future* back, making it difficult to advance.
At the same time, invisible mountains seemed to appear around them, blocking the sea breeze from afar, so no matter how they adjusted the sails, the *Future* couldn't catch any wind.
"Facing such a situation, we need a backup steam power system. Unfortunately, the *Future* doesn't have one...
"Hmm... it can still leap with starlight, but that seems to consume a lot of energy for Lady 'Hermit,' and it's hard to control the direction and progress. Flying in this sea in that way, if not favored by luck, would likely lead to even more dangerous areas. Hah, there's also Anderson, the man of extreme bad luck, on the ship..." Klein floated by the window of his room, observing the situation.
He wasn't nervous, because neither "Star Admiral" Cattleya nor "The Strongest Hunter" Anderson had shown their true strength yet.
Of course, that includes me... Klein added in his mind.
He planned to first go back to his cabin and put on the "Spark" gloves. Since there was no "food" nearby, using this magical item was more suitable than using "
As for the negative effect of items losing, Klein already had a plan. When changing equipment, he would put his wallet, Azik's copper whistle, and the adventurer's harmonica into his suitcase, leaving only "Creeping Hunger," the fishman sleeve pins, and various charms of the Sea God's domain. He would keep a close eye on the first two items to prevent them from being lost.
And according to probability, the most likely items to be lost by the "Spark" gloves were the charms, since they were the most numerous.
Klein wasn't worried about that. He had made several charms of different effects; he could just use one, discard one, lose one!
Moreover, the metal corresponding to the storm domain was tin, which was cheap and not valuable, and the extraordinary effect was granted by the "Trident of the Sea God," so there was no extra cost... Muttering to himself, Klein reached out and pushed open the window of his room.
Just then, the huge monster assembled from flesh climbed up a bit more. As it approached, the hair of the sailors busy on the deck grew wildly, soon reaching waist length.
This was not the most terrifying part. The most frightening thing was that one strand of flaxen hair seemed to gain its own life, intertwining and tying up its owner.
Clumps of hair underwent similar changes one after another. The brilliant sea of stars on the surface of the *Future* could not fully block this effect.
For the pirates who had shaved their heads, they were not lucky because of their uniqueness. Their nostril hairs multiplied at a visible rate, blocking their breathing passages.
At the window of the captain's cabin, "Star Admiral" Cattleya had already raised her arms, holding a scroll made of what seemed like smooth fish skin.
"Paralysis!"
As the ancient
The wriggling mass of countless corpses did not pause at all; it slapped the brilliant sea of stars, sending sparks flying and shaking the ship.
The deep purple in Cattleya's eyes intensified. She didn't take out another scroll but directly pushed her right palm forward.
"Prison!"
After the mysterious and obscure incantation left the pirate admiral's mouth, the brilliant starlight around her flew off one after another and descended upon the terrifying gray-black monster.
The starlight instantly condensed into a large transparent amber that enveloped the wriggling flesh, trapping it in its original position.