anovelconsole Chapter 76 The stone statue is alive!
Chapter 76 The stone statue is alive!
Chapter 76 The stone statue is alive!
With the protection of the Heart of the Tide, the turbulence and shaking caused by natural weather are greatly reduced, and the ship is as stable as the eye of a storm.
After each of them finished a box of steaming hot instant noodles with a fried egg, the warmth and fullness dispelled some of the chill, and sleepiness quietly crept in.
In the Captain's Lounge, where they could quickly recover their mental state, Yu Wang and Zhang Xinlan each found a relatively comfortable spot to lie down, preparing to make the most of their time to rest and get through the rather long night.
The so-called "captain's lounge" is actually a separate room enclosed in the rear third of the entire cabin.
There was nothing inside, and you still had to sleep on the floor until you could add suitable furniture.
However, there's no need to worry about bumping into random things when you turn over.
Inside the cabin, apart from the roar of the raging storm and the creaking of the ship as it was battered by the giant waves, the only other sound was the pattering of the ducks' feet as they walked around.
However, Yu Wang heard far more than just these sounds.
[Rationality - 3]
[Rationality - 1]
[Spirit - 1]
[Rationality - 2]
From the moment I started slurping the noodles, a slight, persistent dizziness followed me like a shadow.
My sanity level is steadily decreasing at a rate of about once every five minutes, interspersed with occasional drops in my mental strength.
Yu Wang observed Zhang Xinlan across from him without making a sound. Her breathing was steady, her brows were relaxed, and she had clearly fallen asleep, showing no signs of discomfort.
"It seems they're after me." He immediately made that judgment.
Tonight might be the last day of the new player period, so the game's protection mechanisms have been weakened, and the title upgrade has attracted unnecessary attention.
Ships are resistant to pollution, and with the confidence gained from the "Iris Steer" figurine, he didn't choose to tough it out by eating beans. Instead, he waited quietly to see what the guy who came to him was up to.
Like other exhausted survivors, he closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and seemed to have fallen asleep.
However, he remained fully conscious, keeping a close eye on his control panel.
Normal survivors usually only start to be bothered by various messy whispers from the abyss or eerie fragments when their sanity drops to around 60 and their willpower defenses show obvious gaps. These are commonly known as "trash little GGs".
However, Yu Wang encountered a completely different situation.
His mental state was still stable at over 80 points, indicating a resilient and clear-headed state, yet he received a bunch of junk messages.
[Spirit: 83/100 (Cute duck~ Found you!)]
[Spirit: 82/100 (May I have this as a collectible? I will take good care of it!)]
[Yellow! Round! I really want one!]
[Hmph! Why is Duck yours?]
It should belong to me! It should belong to me!!
Let me touch it—just once!!!
Most of this information consists of illogical repetitions, filled with the bluntness and naivety of a child.
It's like a spoiled child with unimaginable strength seeing a toy they like and expressing their possessiveness without any restraint.
But that's all.
The thought lingered outside the shield, without actually taking any concrete action to "take" the toy.
As long as there is an Iristi figure, no matter which indescribable being is muttering outside, as long as it is still in the "weak stage without followers", it will absolutely not dare to approach this covered ship easily!
At most, it can only create some "noise pollution" on a mental level, trying to attract attention. [—Waaaa—My—Little Duckling—]
The sound gradually faded, eventually disappearing into the depths of the dark night along with the increasingly fierce wind and rain.
Despite the fierce wind and torrential rain outside the window, and the churning waves, Yu Wang surprisingly managed to get a relatively peaceful sleep.
In his hazy state, he vaguely remembered that the voice, filled with childlike possessiveness, murmured almost intermittently until the very last moment before dawn, before disappearing without a trace along with the receding tide into the darkness.
When he woke up, the first thing he did was check his condition.
[Spirit Value: 72/100]
[Sanity Value: 79/100]
Yu Wang was in a great mood. Sure enough, the annoying "noise pollution" last night did not cause any real damage.
It was more like white noise, which made him sleep better and better.
To express his gratitude for the shelter provided by "Iristil," Yu Wang rummaged through the cabin for a while and found a can of Want Want milk that was still within its expiration date.
The Want Want milk was placed respectfully at the feet of the Iristi figurine.
Yu Wang silently said to himself, his attitude sincere: "Thank you for your protection last night. This is just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it."
"If you need followers, you can take a look at my good-for-nothing ducks—"
Stone statue: "—"
After doing all this, he took two steps back, but his thoughts unconsciously drifted back to what had happened in the group instance yesterday.
The events that happened in the instance yesterday were bizarre and far beyond his current understanding.
Encountering the World-Destroying Witch Ship—Cursed—
He bought the stone statue for 241 yuan, initially thinking it was a being that had lost its followers and was in a state of suspended animation. Little did he know its true identity was extraordinary.
The stone statue then took the demon's place and left with the ship, its whereabouts unknown.
One thing after another, and doubts began to grow and spread in my heart like vines:
Where did Iristel sail? He has just awakened and is clearly not at his peak. Shouldn't he be searching for his followers as soon as possible? Why did he leave in such a hurry?
Unfortunately, the world stage is vast, but billions of humans are merely cannon fodder, not even worthy of being called supporting characters.
Yu Wang sighed silently, "If you want to find the answer, if you want to stop just passively enduring the waves of fate—at least, you have to step onto the threshold of the extraordinary first."
Lost in thought, he unconsciously reached for the storage compartment, pulled out a few small packets of Want Want Little Buns, and placed them next to Want Want Milk.
Yu Wang: ? ? ?
He was saving this for breakfast!
Zhang Xinlan floated out of the room like a ghost. She immediately saw Yu Wang standing in front of the shrine, staring intently at the small stone figurine.
"What's wrong? Staring blankly at the stone statue so early in the morning?" She rubbed her eyes and walked over.
"Don't you think—" Yu Wang pointed at the small figurine, saying somewhat uncertainly, "the outline of this stone statue seems to have become a little clearer?"
"Really?" Zhang Xinlan asked, leaning closer to examine it more closely. "Now that you mention it, it seems like—"
—Yes, a little.
She stretched out her hand and pointed to the edge of the statue's robe: "I remember this area used to be quite rounded, but now it has sharp edges."
The two looked at each other and saw surprise and confusion in each other's eyes.
"It seems so, huh? Why are you putting an empty bag here?"
When Zhang Xinlan withdrew her hand, she noticed the Want Want Little Bun packaging bag on the empty table.
Yu Wang was taken aback: "Empty? It was clearly just now—"
The two looked at each other and saw surprise and confusion in each other's eyes.
Yu Wang immediately picked up the can next to him.
The pull tab was indeed intact, firmly fastened to the can opening, showing no signs of having been opened. However—the can itself felt noticeably light! He reached in, picked it up, and gave it a gentle shake; it was empty—the liquid had vanished!
"This—could it be?" Zhang Xinlan saw it too, her eyes widening.
"That's right. After I woke up this morning, I put a bottle of milk here to thank it for its protection last night. Then I noticed that the statue seemed to have changed a bit, so I've been looking at it here ever since. Besides, there are only the two of us on the boat."
It wasn't you, it wasn't me, so who could it be? A duck without fingers?
It is clear that the stone statues were alive and accepted offerings.
In his previous life, Yu Wang saw that he had fallen behind. In order to quickly gain power and catch up with the main group as soon as possible, he had no choice but to worship an evil god.
After the soul contract was signed, the evil god also bestowed upon a miniature statue of himself to receive the prayers and offerings of his followers.
That guy needs a whole basin of fresh eyeballs every now and then!
Furthermore, it has obsessive-compulsive disorder; it will only accept eyes that are arranged in a strict pyramid shape, with the larger ones at the bottom and the smaller ones at the top.
Therefore, Yu Wang accepted the disappearance of the offerings well and quickly realized that this was not a statue that could only mindlessly release defensive shields. He was alive and might even have a trace of "Aristil's" clone!
Just then, a rapid and loud "caw caw" sound interrupted Yu Wang's thoughts!
It's a duck!
Yu Wang and Zhang Xinlan were both instantly alerted and immediately shifted their attention away from the mysterious stone statue. They stood up almost simultaneously, rushed to the bow of the ship, and strained to see through the rain-blurred window in front of the cockpit in the direction indicated by Ya B.
The torrential rain still hasn't stopped.
It was even more intense than last night!
Large raindrops lashed the sea and the ship like whips, creating a dense, deafening crackling sound. Gale-force winds whipped up the seawater, forming walls of white mist that compressed visibility to an extremely low level. The whole world seemed to have been thrown into a wildly spinning, never-ending gray-white washing machine.
Just as Yu Wang reminded all survivors in the trading interface last night, the storm's power will reach its peak during the day!
In those few short seconds as they rushed to the bow and peered out, a massive, gray-black wave, estimated to be several meters high, roared up with overwhelming force in the distance! The top of the wave shattered into white foam in the gale, carrying an aura of annihilation as it crashed down in a certain direction!
It is easy to imagine that those primitive level 0 rafts that have never been upgraded are as fragile as paper in the face of such divine might!
Through the dense rain, a dark outline is slowly becoming clear on the distant horizon.
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