I Have a Sailing Game-Chapter 90: The Origin of the Crimson Fruit

In the early morning, Rogel woke up full of spirit.

He glanced at his bed and pursed his lips.

Damn it, ever since becoming an Extraordinary, he lost the joy of sleeping in.

After washing up and finishing breakfast, Rogel sat at his computer desk. He hadn’t typed more than a few words before his mom called.

The girl from the neighbor’s family was getting married in a few days, and they sent an invitation, asking Rogel to go back for it.

After agreeing, Rogel chatted about recent events, transferred 5000 to his mom, then continued typing.

After working hard for four or five hours, Rogel stretched lazily, picked up his phone while lying on the bed.

Writing a bit and playing games every day, life couldn’t be more comfortable.

...

On the Gelin.

The sea was still calm today.

After maneuvering his game character through washing up, Rogel glanced at the warm sun in the sky.

Thinking for a moment, he turned on the switch above the planting area to let the sunlight in.

This was a mechanism carefully designed by Felik.

At this moment, many crops in the planting area had already sprouted. Under the attentive care of everyone, they were growing well, a lush green adorning the soil, already taking shape.

Rogel glanced at the small wooden hut in the flower area.

That silly little elf Iya had already come out of the little wooden house, lying on a blooming flower, snoring away.

Seeing the silly little elf, Rogel chuckled.

[Ahem, Lina, I think someone renting on our ship might be a bit lazy.]

[Perhaps we should mix some seawater into her honey.]

Upon hearing this, Lina, who was checking the herbs, stifled a laugh.

[I think that could work.]

[Maybe she wouldn’t need honey anymore and could just drink floral dew.]

She looked at the little lazybones and said seriously.

[Eh-ya?]

The silly little elf, sensing something, woke from her dream and looked at the two, somewhat dazed.

Although she didn’t know what they were saying, it didn’t seem like anything good.

[Eh-ya eh-ya!]

She flapped her wings, flew up to them, and chirped in dissatisfaction.

After teasing the silly little elf, Rogel went to check on the two special crops.

The Exotic Grape species had begun to vine.

The vines were extending towards the wooden trellis, and the leaves were starting to grow.

However, it was clear that it would take some time for it to fully cover the trellis.

Rogel poured some specially cooked fish bone and fish meat residues into the planting basin and mixed it evenly.

The soil also needs nourishing, especially the soil in the planting basin.

[Exotic Grape Species’ favorability towards you +1.]

After tending to the exotic grape species, Rogel went to the room of the Crimson Fruit species.

The Crimson Fruit species was rather eerie.

There was no movement whatsoever.

This made Rogel start to doubt if this thing was even a fruit seed.

However, since it was already planted, let it be. If nothing can be grown, so be it.

After saying a word to Lina and others, Rogel took fifty pounds of meat and a beautiful stone to the first layer of the cave to find the Blood Mud Giant.

The Blood Mud Giant was in its usual spot every day.

It eagerly awaited Rogel’s arrival every day.

Ever since trading with Rogel, it had no worries about food and drink, never needing to look for food on its own.

It simply needed to bide its time and could even get pretty stones.

This made the Blood Mud Giant feel like it could just lay back forever.

However, when Rogel came to trade today, he witnessed a scene that left him speechless.

The Blood Mud Giant was squatting on the ground, its whole body tense, as if gathering strength.

After a while, it reached out and pulled a bright red fruit from behind its rear.

[Ooh wah ooh wah...]

The Blood Mud Giant looked at the fruit in its hand, nodded in satisfaction, then hung it on the wooden rack on its head, treating it like a treasure.

Rogel was silent.

He was deeply shocked internally.

This Crimson Fruit was actually pooped out by the Blood Mud Giant?!

No wonder the Crimson Fruit’s explanation was "from a mysterious place"...

What the hell...

It took a while for Rogel to accept this fact.

Thinking about planting the Crimson Fruit seed as a seed made him feel suicidal.

No wonder it wouldn’t grow anything!

Rogel resisted the urge to curse.

At this moment, he recalled the knowledge of the Blood Mud Giant from his incomplete mysticism knowledge.

The Blood Mud Giant needs to eat flesh and blood but does not need to excrete. After eating, any residue is directly spat out.

The only puzzling thing was where on earth did this creature’s fruit come from?

Now the truth was revealed.

Apparently, part of the flesh and blood was condensed into the Crimson Fruit.

...But it still felt a bit awkward.

Why couldn’t it find another place?

Even if you spit it out from your mouth, it’d be better...

Rogel twitched the corners of his mouth.

...Forget it, after all, it’s an Extraordinary creature, these things can’t be measured from a human perspective.

After all, in the eyes of the Blood Mud Giant, this is a precious thing.

Moreover, this mustn’t be told to Mira...

Currently, there isn’t a better way to sustain her life.

No matter how unappetizing this fruit is, she has to eat it.

It’s better than losing her life.

If she doesn’t know, she can still eat it heartily.

Rogel nonchalantly stepped forward, greeted the Blood Mud Giant, put down the items, and then took the fruit.

After Rogel left, the Blood Mud Giant took the meat and stone that Rogel brought, and returned to its little nook.

After stuffing some meat in its mouth, it lay down contentedly to sleep.

Though it doesn’t need to excrete, sleep is still necessary.

Life of eat and sleep, sleep and eat is really good.

...

Back on the Gelin.

Lina had already gone back to her room to catch up on sleep.

Yas was diligently observing the course and fine-tuning the helm.

Rogel closed his eyes and felt the state of the clone.

The Dark Sea Hunter was still in metamorphosis.

This metamorphosis seemed a bit different this time.

The feedback from the clone’s shell indicated to Rogel that this transformation might take several days, maybe even a week.

It seems the origin of "Mysterious Skin Flakes" is indeed very extraordinary.

Who knows what changes will occur after the transformation.

As for the Eight-legged Warrior, it still lived as a Skeleton Centipede on the first layer.

Glancing at the key in the item inventory, Rogel smacked his lips.

Today he didn’t feel like fighting monsters.

The cave can be explored anytime, why act like it’s a 9-to-9 job?

He glanced at Mira and Yas beside him, his eyes lit up, and suddenly thought of a good idea.

Taking out the Skeleton Spirit Staff, he summoned the Bone Spirit.

[Yas, Mira, let’s play some cards.]

Rogel rubbed his hands together.

Yas smiled upon hearing that.

[Captain, you might need to recruit a few more crew members to have the spare time to play cards.]

Rogel extended his hand and patted the shoulder bone of the Bone Spirit beside him.

[Let the Bone Spirit stand watch, we’ll play cards down here.]

Crack! Crack!

The Bone Spirit stood upright, the soul flame in its eye sockets burning brightly, looking full of spirit.