Underground Ocean

Relic

    "My boatswain died again, in the hands of those things. How long will it take to end this day? I'm so tired.

    I have time to think, am I dead long ago and this is hell?

    But it's impossible to think about it. The demons in hell are much more lovely than those things. Everything here is illogical, including the human beings here.

    When I first came here, I thought the development stage here was the early stage of the industrial revolution, but later I learned that they also ordered a lot of science and technology points on the mysterious side.

    But even this is useless. Human beings still live like mole ants. There are too many deadly things in the dark. We are not the only social civilization here. "

    Charles's diary was interrupted by a knock on the door, and the voice of sailor dip came from outside.

    "Captain, the main coral island is coming."

    Charles went to the bow and looked at the lighthouse looming in the dark in the distance. He was relieved. Anyway, he finally arrived.

    As the ship approached, a huge Island behind the lighthouse became clear.

    The grayness of coral rock is the main color of the island, and all kinds of human houses located on it are the same color.

    The ports of the coral islands look busy, with steamships of all sizes coming in and out. The rough sailors waved their hats and cheered to celebrate their coming back to life.

    This is a newly developed new island, an island that can provide human survival. Coral alone can't do it. It needs the resources of other islands, which is also the source of survival for the freighter rat.

    Among the people passing by on the pier, many people's ears curl inward, and those are locals from the coral islands.

    As long as you live on the coral islands for more than five years, human ears will curl inward for unknown reasons. No one knows why.

    However, this does not prevent other islands from immigrating here. Compared with the troubles of other islands, ear deformation is the slightest side effect.

    After quickly handing over with the administrator, Charles walked out of the dock with an ugly expression.

    What he expected was right. He lost more than half of the goods. Instead of making a profit, he also lost a lot. These two months are tantamount to doing nothing.

    It will take some time for the dock to dispatch materials, which is a gap for the crew of the rat to have a short rest.

    Near the wharf is a row of buildings of different heights, some of which are hotels for the crew to rest, and more places to relax.

    In the busy street, there are some beggars in rags. They lie or lie down and talk about words that only they understand.

    These are crew members driven crazy by the underground ocean. No one knows what they have experienced. If they don't want to be like them, they can only remember the iron law of the sea and don't listen or want to.

    They are lucky, because in most cases, shipwrecked crew members can only disappear with the ship.

    The door of bat hotel was pushed open, and in the brightly lit hall, a group of strong men drinking were staring at the new guy with bad intentions.

    But when they smelled the sea smell on Charles, they averted their eyes as if nothing had happened. It's hard to annoy the guys who can break into the sea and come back alive.

    "I'll stay for five days and bring another piece of food to my house."

    "Five day housing 630 echo coins, delicious bread and mushroom soup 30, a total of 660."

    In the damp room, Charles enjoyed his lunch. The food in the underground world was no better. Charles tore the black bread into pieces and threw it into the viscous mushroom soup.

    Even after soaking in soup, the bitter black bread was still very loud, but he was used to it.

    Charles took out a mobile phone from his arms and scratched it with his fingers while eating food. The scratched screen was always black like the sky outside.

    Only Charles' slow chewing sound remained in the single room.

    "Captain, are you inside?" old John's voice suddenly came in from outside the door.

    Charles quickly put his cell phone away. "Come in, the door is not closed."

    The chief mate walked in cautiously, with an apologetic expression on his face. "Captain, I want to tell you that I don't want to sail again."

    Charles frowned slightly. "Why? Haven't you seen such things a lot?"

    Every time a crew member dies and someone wants to leave, he is mentally prepared. He originally thought that the most likely is the frightened dip who pees his pants, but he didn't expect that this person was old John who accompanied him all the way.

    John waved his hand again and again. "I'm too old. Sometimes I fall asleep when I'm at the helm. I want to stay away from the underground ocean."

    Charles was in a worse mood, but he didn't ask him to stay so that he could get together and break up.

    He put a small stack of notes on the table. "This is your share."

    John took his own reward, but he didn't turn away and stood where he was, hesitating.

    "Anything else?"

    "Oh, Captain, you know, although I saved a little, most of my money was spent on those girls.     This money is not enough for me to spend the rest of my life."

    "What? You don't want me to sponsor part of it?"

    "No, no, no, of course I know it's impossible. I have a good thing to sell to you. Anyway, I get off the ship and I can't use this weapon."

    John took out a black knife with a small arm and said it was more like a large dagger.

    Charles looked at the fat old man in front of him suspiciously. This knife is the chief mate's weapon. Yes, but he doesn't lack melee weapons.

    "Captain, don't underestimate this knife. It's a relic!"

    Charles had heard of these mysterious things before, but had never seen them.

    There are different opinions on the origin of the relics, some from the ocean, some from the legendary bright land, and some from the unexplored islands. No matter what their origin is, it can be determined that these things have special power.

    This kind of special is strange. It takes a price to use them, and the price of power is different.

    Charles once saw a ring worth 580000 at the British island auction. It can make the wearer invisible for a short time at the cost of unbearable itching.

    "What's special about this knife?"

    Seeing Charles asking questions, John immediately came to his senses.

    "This weapon is very sharp, very sharp, very sharp." he took a long knife and looked at the furniture around him. He was eager to try it. He seemed to want to try something.

    "Thank you. No, I still think the gun is easier to use."

    It's really a little weak to deal with those monsters by relying on the left wheel alone. Charles wants some relics to defend himself, but he doesn't want a chicken rib.

    Although the technology tree of the underground ocean world is a little crooked, some big islands are powered on. In a world with guns and guns, what's the use of a magic weapon? What's more, there are still weapons with side effects.

    Seeing that Charles meant not to buy, old John was a little anxious. "Captain, it has other special abilities. As long as you hold it, the healing ability of the body will speed up."

    "Two? What's the cost?" relics are very strange. The benefits and disadvantages are not equal.     Sometimes, the benefits are only a little, but the cost of side effects can make the owner of relics worse than death.

    "It's not particularly serious. If you hold it for a long time, you will have an impulse to commit suicide. You just don't hold it at ordinary times."

    Charles took the black knife and found it surprisingly light. It didn't seem to be made of iron. It was almost plastic in his hand.

    After cutting on the hand with the tip of the knife, the wound is indeed healing slowly, but it is not so exaggerated, at most three times as much as usual.

    "The price is acceptable and the benefits are good. There is no ship doctor on my ship. This can make up for this defect to a certain extent."

    Charles decided to buy the knife and sharpen it without mistaking the firewood cutter. Should the money be spent or should it be spent,

    Both sides knew the truth, and finally Charles bought the relic with 160000 replies.