Chapter 284: Chapter 270: Dismal Nether Jellyfish (10/10)
The Mutants and Brain-Eating Parasites had already died, and Ian checked the nearby repair shed.
The repair shed was built from stone, with a metal framework placed at key points to stabilize it.
After a thousand years, the metal had gradually decayed under the erosion of water vapor, whereas the rocks still stood tall.
Most of the repair parts stored inside the shed were completely deteriorated. The delicate magnetosensors had long been deactivated, not to mention the piles of debris that were no longer recognizableâit was as if the natural spiritual energy field inside the relic itself had played a huge role in this, preventing these tools from maintaining their original form.
But there were still some things that remained.
"Fine gold?"
Because Foresight View had hinted at a purple aura, Ian was able to select seven dark gold metal grains with intact structures from a large pile of black waste material.
These metal grains were mostly drill bits or microblades, likely key components of the repair equipment from the past.
Although the other parts of the tools had decayed, these bits had endured a millennium almost as good as new.
Small as they might seem, fine gold is usually used only as an alloying elementâa tiny bit the size of a rice grain is enough to completely transform a weapon or an essential componentâand to think that a repair shed from the previous era had pure fine gold tools, how extravagantly luxurious!
No, thatâs not right.
Halfway through his moment of realization, Ian turned his head and looked at the metal beside him.
He pondered, "Central Control Room... If that Brain-Eating Parasite wasnât lying just now, this should at least be a convenient passageway to the core area of the relic."
"This repair station is probably not ordinary."
Ordinary or not, the harvest of fine gold was enormous. Coupled with the Seraph Silver sent by Master Gossay, Ian already had a plan to strengthen his Heavy Abyss Iron Sword.
It would definitely be a masterpiece.
He didnât immediately try to open the rusty metal door; instead, Ian used the Silver Chip to map the area and then returned to the vicinity of the river.
At this moment, the Pirate Captain Andor had woken up and was frowning at his lower body, which had been left with only one leg, worrying as he rubbed the sole remaining limb.
"Ah, even with my regenerative abilities, itâs difficult to grow another leg... With just one leg, what am I supposed to do in this ruin?"
Ian had arrived so silently that Andor continued to grumble and complain.
From regretting accepting the mission to lamenting that he hadnât investigated the strange things in the Southern Sea sooner; from Canaan Mooreâs recent scarcity of lucrative opportunities in the south to Beastmen all being a bunch of paupers.
His cursing targets ranged from Patrick to breakfast fish bones being too plentiful, from Ianâs cheat-like Clairvoyance to the Alchemistâs combat methods of Gossay throwing money to fight, and he even cursed the Natives and his own subordinates - a mad dog biting anyone in sight while being so inept he had to enter the fray himself.
So when he discovered Ian, who had been quietly learning how to properly swear in Canaan Mooreâs lingo, right behind him, Andorâs heart instantly turned cold.
"Sorry, sorry! I was just..."
"Considering you helped Shasha escapeâalthough that was also to save yourselfâIâll count that in your favor," said Ian.
Ian lifted his sword and with its spine, he patted the face of the dark green-haired Elf Pirate, "Youâve earned yourself the chance to live."
"But a chance is merely a chance. Tell me, pirate, what reason do you have for me not to kill you?"
The young manâs tone was very calm, but it was precisely this calmness that gave Andor a fear of life and death not being in his own hands, survival entirely at the whim of another.
Unlike the naive Yisen Gard, he had realized from the moment he was in the Armor Suit that this attractive member of the White Folks essentially didnât regard an enemy as a person and exuded a deep-seated indifference and ruthlessness of a madman!
"I, I only have the Magic Potion formula on me right now; I donât have anything else..."
Andor wracked his brains and could only dejectedly realize that he didnât possess many things that could win him a âchance to live.â
As for the Magic Potion formula, such a thing, to a genius who had embarked on the path of the Fairy Bloodline, was truly tasteless to eat but a pity to discard; he himself felt that offering such a thing was nothing but a desperate struggle.
"Good,"
But Ianâs eyebrows raised slightly, showing quite an interest, "Tell me about your inheritance."
"Dismal Nether Jellyfish..."
Andor, not quite sure what was happening, couldnât fathom why Ian would be interested in such a thing and could only honestly answer, "Itâs a more common Water Series inheritance from Canaan Moore... oh right, I also know how to make living fishing nets for living wood ships!"
As he spoke of his own inheritance, the Pirate Captain only then remembered the modifications he regularly made to his rideâhis flagshipâs living wood shipâs fishing nets were modified according to his own inheritance, capable of releasing a lure in the form of phosphorescence to catch greater quantities of prey.
Initially, he didnât think such a thing would hold any value to Ian, but since Ian was even willing to accept the Magic Potion formula, naturally, he would make one last-ditch attempt.
"Not bad," indeed, Ian was interested in all sorts of miscellaneous things, "Go into the details."
Under Andorâs narration, Ian roughly understood the characteristics of the Dismal Nether Jellyfish Bloodline Inheritance.
The Dismal Nether Jellyfish is a second-order Water Series inheritance, a distant relative of the Thunderhunter Jellyfish, but unlike the Thunderhunter Jellyfish, which possesses strong aggressiveness, it is more relaxed, living off fishing in the deep sea.
Its most significant feature is the ability to control fine water currents to weave fishing nets, complemented by a phosphorescence that attracts sea fish, making it easy to capture an entire school of fish.
Of course, in reality, it canât consume so many, so after the Dismal Nether Jellyfish captures a school of fish, it uses the school as bait to hunt larger and stronger preyâat that time, it shows its true strength by paralyzing its enemy completely with its highly toxic stingers, dissolving them from the inside out.
"So youâre saying, you actually know how to use poison."
Ian nodded his head, examining Andor curiously, then shook his head in disappointment, "But you clearly donât know how to use poison."
"Guide Sir, itâs not that I donât know how to use it, thereâs just no needâWho in Canaan Moore is afraid of poison..."
Andor also felt somewhat helpless as he defended himself, "Where I come from, forest creatures are poisonous, the aquatic life is poisonous, insects are poisonous, plants are poisonous, animals too are poisonousâknowing how to poison is meaningless. Everyone, including me, is skilled in quick detoxification techniques, even the dissolving toxins from the Dismal Nether Jellyfish, even a twelve-year-old child who often goes to the sea knows how to counteract!"
This was, of course, an exaggeration, but the toxins of the Dismal Nether Jellyfish arenât really lethal, so one can understand why Andor wouldnât bother researching toxins and preferred to enhance his own operation of Water Attribute Essence.
Ian actually felt that he could indeed take a page from the Dismal Nether Jellyfishâs fine manipulation abilitiesâwhether as a Wave Singer or possessing Fairy Wings, the use of Water Element Origin Substance tended towards brute force. The louder and more forceful, the better; however, Ian couldnât control the mist finely enough to hover in the air as Viscount Grant had previously demonstrated.
Methodically following the Fairy path wasnât Ianâs style. Since it was a Bloodline stored on a Silver Chip virtual machine, he ought to experiment more.
But the premise was that Ian had to collect enough relevant Magic Potion formulas and try them one by one before he could obtain the results he wanted.
Beyond the Dismal Nether Jellyfish formula, Andor also explained the construction techniques for the living wood shipâs fishing nets... Although this wasnât any secret heritage, the related Inscriptions skills were indeed more familiar to the Elves and didnât overlap much with the mainstream Inscriptions, making them difficult to replicate.
Ian didnât care too much about this point. As long as he had the Silver Chip scan it, he could slowly learn once he got home.
"Anything else?"
Although he felt relatively satisfied, Ian still asked casually.
Unexpectedly, there really was more!
"This, this is the Communication Crystal Pad that I use to communicate with the boss... with Patrick!"
Pulling out the Crystal Plate directly from his chest, the Pirate Captain said with some relief, "Fortunately, this thing isnât broken, itâs just out of powerâbut as long as itâs charged, you can extract the chat logs between me and the boss, which should count as evidence, right?"