Ch. 202 - The changing nightmare and its pattern
Yang Yi jolted awake, immediately sitting up and lifting his shirt to inspect the mouth on his stomach.
The stitches were intact, they hadn't snapped.
He let out a long breath of relief.
Another nightmare. The content was similar to before, but with a twist.
In the dream, he was strapped to a metal table while Suna teased him.
Eventually, he broke free from the restraints and lunged at her. The stitches on his stomach ripped open, and Yang Yi stuffed Suna into his belly.
The touch, the taste, it all lingered, almost too real.
Yang Yi narrowed his eyes to slits, gradually calming down.
It was the first time the nightmare had changed. That meant it had adjusted itself based on the present situation, which proved the dream’s foresight, or prophetic ability, was limited.
It had no idea a mouth would appear on his stomach, nor what kind of aberrations the corruption would cause.
So, the outcome wasn’t reliable, only worth using as a reference.
There was no way he would ever allow the scene in that dream to happen. Now, he felt even more confident and determined to overturn, or rather defy, the nightmare.
Checking the time, he saw he’d slept less than three and a half hours, yet his energy was surprisingly restored, likely thanks to the food’s effect, already back up to 96 points.
He messaged Suna to say he was awake, then drank a Growth Potion and used his stock of Long-Legged Sardines to activate the light of the Life Fireplace.
Supplies were running low; he’d have to fish during the day to restock.
After a quick workout, Yang Yi left the captain’s quarters to relieve Suna and take the helm of the Nightmare Star, steering toward their set destination.
With more than five hours until sunrise, he decided to use the time to feed the stomach pouch and see if its capacity would increase.
He stuffed three pieces of cake into it, but aside from his hands getting soaked in saliva, there was no change in the pouch’s stats.
“No effect… or maybe not enough?”
He fed it three more pieces, and finally, the Stomach Pouch’s info updated, capacity increasing from 10 cubic meters to 10.1. A tiny boost.
“What a big appetite…”
He stopped feeding it.
If he dumped his entire stock of over a hundred cakes into it, the capacity could only grow by two or three cubic metres. It was better to wait until daylight, find a good spot, and let it drink its fill of white seawater.
Yang Yi kept steering the ship.
…
Over five hours later, the sky began to brighten as the sun rose over the horizon.
Yang Yi timed it carefully, using his third eye to observe the sunrise, but found nothing unusual.
It was simply a sphere rising from the edge of sight, no anomalies.
Continuing on, he looked for a safe place to feed the pouch, but midway, he encountered a large chunk of flesh and decided to approach it.
It was a jet-type meat mass.
When the Nightmare Star drew close enough, nozzles on its surface blasted out numerous meat balls of various sizes. They stuck to the ship’s hull, turning into fleshy membranes that spread and began corroding the vessel.
Fortunately, the corrosion never made it past the deck, where the sea salt blocked its advance.
The membranes were also quickly destroyed by the skeletal arms.
Yang Yi fired a shot to stun it, then rammed the ship into it, luring it to latch onto the hull.
Once aboard, it was surrounded on all sides by skeletal arms, which relentlessly sprinkled salt onto its body…
After about forty minutes and half a ton of sea salt, Yang Yi killed the meat mass.
With enough salt, killing the things wasn’t difficult; you could just lure them aboard and cut off their retreat.
They weren’t exactly intelligent.
【Name: Delicious Meat Mass (Large)】