Chapter 179: Nearing

Chapter 179: Nearing

Frank Lee failed to notice anything unusual about Gehrman Sparrow. With a cheerful smile, he added another sentence:

“I almost wanted to help you just now by throwing some seeds over. Unfortunately, I couldn’t throw that far.”

Throw some seeds onto the Black Tulip? In this sea, the lingering aura of the Earth Mother makes Beyonder things of the corresponding domain mutate, attacking without distinguishing friend from foe… And at the time, I was on the Black Tulip too… Thank goodness you didn’t throw them… Klein abruptly remembered the miserable state of the Future earlier, as well as the watermelon that had grown from the head of the dead pirate.

He had just been about to consider his wording so that his response would match Gehrman Sparrow’s persona, when he suddenly saw Heath Doyle emerge from the nearby shadows, bending over to retch.

The “Bloodless” first dry-heaved. Then his knees gradually weakened, and he knelt on the deck.

Ugh! Ugh!

He finally spat out a puddle of yellow-green liquid. Inside it, a half-corroded gray-black chunk of flesh writhed faintly, as though twitching.

Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!

Heath Doyle vomited several more puddles of similar things in succession.

Seeing this scene, Klein felt nauseated, but also much more relieved. He had originally been worried that Heath Doyle, as a Rose Bishop, might be polluted after recklessly “eating” things. Judging from the current situation, however, he had probably only contained and isolated them, without truly digesting them.

As expected of a Rose Bishop who hasn’t gone mad… Klein sighed silently.

Just as the corner of his eye was about to move away from the vomit, several thoughts suddenly flashed through his mind:

Creeping Hunger had already been activated. Within one day, it had to be “fed” once. Yet there were no outsiders here, no ideal villains… The pirate who had died earlier would not do either. Although his companions might not necessarily attach much importance to the corpse, Creeping Hunger devoured souls…

I wonder whether these chunks of flesh can serve as “food” for now. At least they originally belonged to corpses with vigorous vitality, and they were affected by the Earth Mother’s aura…

Thinking of that, Klein took two steps forward and reached Heath Doyle’s vicinity.

Unable to bear looking directly at those puddles of vomit, his gaze instinctively shifted to the other side, toward the magnificent sea outside the railings, where sunlight glittered across the surface.

Then he extended his left palm toward the gray-black chunks of flesh.

Creeping Hunger showed no reaction at all. No mouth split open in the center of the glove.

Looks like it doesn’t want to eat them… I can only keep using it reluctantly for now and deal with potential dangers. If we get close to a full day without finding suitable food, I’ll throw it above the gray fog… Klein withdrew his hand helplessly and looked up toward the captain’s cabin.

The golden brooch in front of Admiral of Stars Cattleya once again bloomed with light, condensing Sun Wraiths that purified the gray-black chunks of flesh Heath Doyle had vomited, one after another.

The pirate admiral’s face and expression showed no visible change, but she seemed somewhat fatigued. The deep-purple radiance in her eyes had grown even more obvious.

After confirming that the ship had set sail again, Klein lingered no longer. He prepared to return to his room and change out of his soaked clothing.

Anderson glanced at him and moved closer, opening his mouth curiously.

“Shut up!” Klein spoke first.

This incident had cost him the Murloc Cufflink. As a result, the unlucky man before him had become even more displeasing in his eyes, close to being defined as food for Creeping Hunger.

“…All right.” Anderson lifted both hands slightly. “I’ll drink quietly.”

Klein paid him no more attention. He entered the cabin and returned to his room.

Inside the washroom, he took out a Water Creation charm, spoke…