Grand Voyage : Surviving on a Ghost Ship-Chapter 133 - Sleep and Inquiry

Yang Yi walked up to the armour and, confirming it showed no signs of hostility, reached out and touched it.

The upper half vanished. Yang Yi had stored it inside the Charred Worm Ring.

“Do I look like someone who’d wear this kind of armor?” he asked, glancing at Suna.

You do!

That’s what Suna wanted to say but she held her tongue.

Yang Yi then stored the lower half of the armor inside the stomach pouch.

That way, even if it tried to act up, it wouldn't be able to do much and could be easily subdued.

Much like Broken Iron, it probably harboured a vengeful spirit. He’d need to test it at the right time to figure out how to use it properly.

It wasn’t that time, there were still over three thousand units of timber on the island waiting to be sold!

Yang Yi picked up the mid-grade Craftsman’s Inscription Stone, planning to enhance the Sea Serpent’s Fang later.

He and Suna went to gather all the timber from the island, and after two hours, they managed to sell it all at 27 Shell Coins per unit.

With that, Yang Yi’s conch coin balance broke past a staggering 1.52 million!

And dawn had arrived.

Yang Yi glanced at his own status.

His stamina had dropped below 30. If he weren’t in a frenzied state, he might’ve already collapsed.

“I’m going to get some rest,” he told Suna.

He planned to recover, then set out for a second island, hopefully to make another tidy profit.

“Wait!”

Suna called out, pulling a bottle from her treasure pouch. It was a potion of pure blue, clear as a gemstone.

“You need to drink this.” Yang Yi turned around.

He recognised it — it was a Sleep Elixir. Suna must’ve brewed several of them.

But Yang Yi didn’t want it.

“No thanks. If I drink that, I’ll be out the whole day, which will slow me down,” he said, declining.

“But you need to drink it!” Suna’s gaze was intense, her tone serious, clearly not accepting “no” for an answer.

Unable to argue further, Yang Yi took the elixir, drank it, and headed inside.

“When you stop the ship, don’t forget to activate the Twilight Veil!” he instructed.

It seemed he was asking Suna to steer the ship and look for the second island.

Before long, Yang Yi collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Suna remained in the room. She placed the remaining fourteen bottles of Sleep Elixir beside Yang Yi’s bed.

The reason she insisted so strongly that Yang Yi take the potion was because she sensed that his mental state had deteriorated further.

That statue was proof of it.

In any creative process, intentionally or not, people often imbue their works with emotion, reflecting their mental state.

Especially in free-form creation without restrictions.

In medicine, doctors often have psychiatric patients create artwork, not for its quality, but to observe the shapes and colors for clues about the patient's mental condition.

This method of intervention is called art therapy.

The eerie statue Yang Yi had crafted was a clear indication of his deteriorating psyche, even if he had meant to make it that way...

A Sleep Elixir alone would probably not be enough.

Suna looked at the sleeping Yang Yi.

Just as Yang Yi was finding it harder to say no to Suna, she too had started to value Yang Yi more and more.

Not just as a rare research subject… but as something more.

Yang Yi ended up sleeping for over twenty hours. When he woke, it was already the next morning.

He checked his status.

Mind, stamina, and health were all fully restored, he felt lighter and clearer than he ever had in days.

Then he glanced at the sea chart and saw that the Nightmare Star had already left the island.

At the same time, the private message icon on his journal was blinking non-stop. Yang Yi opened it and saw a message from Suna:

“One bottle per week. Minimum.”

Yang Yi glanced at the Sleep Elixirs beside his bed — fourteen bottles in total.

He’d given Suna ten bottles of Holy Water. By that count, shouldn’t she have been able to brew twenty bottles of Sleep Elixir?

Subtracting the one he drank, and the one given to the Collector, there should still be eighteen left. So why did the numbers not add up?

Could there be a failure rate when brewing? Or… did Suna drink some herself?

Yang Yi didn’t think too hard about it, nor did he intend to dig deeper.

He was quickly amused by Suna’s second message:

“I already used the lookout tower’s skill. No second island in sight.

Also, shouldn’t you give me some money? You made a ton, you know!”

Yang Yi looked at the massive sum in his account and chuckled.

How ridiculous! Since when had he, Yang Yi, ever been stingy?

With that thought, he transferred some Shell Coins to Suna, rounding his own balance off neatly at 1.2 million reserving it for gear and the essential supplies needed to venture into the next sea region.

She didn’t respond.

Yang Yi peeked from the doorway into the next room and saw Suna was still fast asleep. Looked like she’d been sailing through the night as well.

Yang Yi didn’t plan to wake her. Instead, he moved on to check another private message.

The sender was Song Yingwen, inquiring about the Collector’s information. And not just once — he had messaged several times.

Especially last night.

Song Yingwen: “Yang Yi, what’s your situation right now?”

That was his last message.

Yang Yi replied casually:

Yang Yi: “Sorry, I took a nap.”

Song Yingwen: “You’re still alive?!”

Yang Yi: “Would a dead man reply to you?”

On the other end, Song Yingwen suddenly felt a chill down his spine and decided not to pursue the subject.

Last night, another player had also encountered the Collector. He’d called for help in the chat channel, even tried to reach the major news guilds.

But by morning… that player’s account had already been deleted.

Yang Yi frowned.

Looks like he really should check the chat logs.

Song Yingwen: “So you weren’t killed by the Collector. That means the trade went smoothly?”

Yang Yi: “Yup.”

Song Yingwen: “Then send me everything you know about the Collector. This week’s issue is guaranteed to go viral.”

Yang Yi: “Deal.”

Yang Yi compiled all the intel he had, added some personal theories, and packaged everything into a brief article. He included photos and sent the file over to Song Yingwen.

There was silence for a few minutes.

Then Song Yingwen finally replied:

“What the hell are you even holding?? That thing cost me 30 sanity points just from the picture!”

Yang Yi: “It’s a statue I made.”

Song Yingwen: “You made that?! I—”

Yang Yi didn’t care what Song Yingwen had to say. Instead, he started explaining why he took that photo in the first place.

“This proves that what the Collector wants isn’t necessarily gear or items.

Players have time to prepare their offering, it’s entirely possible to make it yourself, or even buy something suitable.

Honestly, I think it might even be possible to ask the Collector what he wants. He might give a clear answer.”

That was the insight Yang Yi had after completing the trade.

If he'd asked the Collector right away what it wanted, he might not have had to go through so many guesses.

Back then, though, he hadn't even considered communicating with such an eerie being.

But Song Yingwen shot that idea down immediately.

“That might not be a good idea. Last night, someone tried exactly that… and their account got deleted. From the moment they asked to the moment the account was gone… less than two minutes.”

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