Chapter 420 - 410: Sailing Carnival 12

"It’s probably some kind of item. A secondary awakening is unlikely," Moira said after a moment of thought.

As far as she knew, among all the players on Caelus, only five people, including herself, had the power of a secondary awakening.

Without exception, these individuals were all around eighteen years old.

As for how Moira knew this, it was naturally information she had obtained from the base.

Of course, this handful of people might not be the only ones; some others might be hiding their abilities, just like her.

That MoonlitTears had a bone age of over twenty-three, which was why Moira was certain a secondary awakening was unlikely for her.

Moira figured MoonlitTears’s talent probably wasn’t healing, but charm. After all, if she could hide her own true talent, it stood to reason that others could too.

Of course, she had a basis for this conclusion.

When The General was injured earlier, MoonlitTears had rushed forward to catch him, but she hadn’t treated him right away.

Furthermore, several people had gotten injured while working over the past few days. This was especially true for those helping in the galley, who inevitably cut their fingers while cooking.

Someone had approached MoonlitTears, hoping she could help heal them.

It should have been a simple matter, but she refused, using the excuse that the wounds were too small and would heal on their own before long.

Because the reason she gave was perfectly reasonable, no one else suspected her.

After a while, Shane Rhodes and the others had caught more and more fish. Moira’s group was getting too full to eat any more, but the fishermen seemed to be hooked and showed no intention of stopping.

Just then, some of the players who had left earlier returned.

"Um, can we trade you for some grilled fish?"

one of the players asked cautiously.

"You said before that we could trade things for it."

"What are you planning to trade for it?"

Moira sized up the players. It wasn’t that she was being discriminatory, but with their sunken cheeks, it was obvious they weren’t eating enough. They didn’t look like they had any money.

Her guess was right. Aside from the equipment they had bought before boarding the ship, they really had nothing on them.

The food they had brought from Caelus was long gone.

Previous games had lasted four or five days at most, sometimes only two or three, and meals were usually provided. They hadn’t brought much, as they had families to think about, after all.

But who could have expected this game to be so ruthless, directly extending the mission time to three months?

How were players like them, who were already living hand-to-mouth, supposed to survive?

Although food was available on the cargo ship, it would have been better if it wasn’t. They threw up more than they managed to keep down.

Seeing their plight, Moira pointed to the two people fishing and said, "How about this: if you’re really that hard up for cash, you can fish for us. Half of the fish you catch will go to us as a rental fee for the fishing rods and grill. You can keep the other half."

Hearing Moira’s offer, the players’ eyes instantly lit up. "Really? We can do that?"

Moira nodded. "Yes, really."

"Isn’t half a little too much? Could you take a little less? How about a thirty-seventy split?" an older, middle-aged woman said.

As soon as she finished speaking, Moira looked at her with a half-smile. "If you think that’s too expensive, you’re free to leave."

Seeing this, the woman instantly lowered her head and fell silent.

She had only been complaining out of habit and didn’t expect such a strong reaction.

’Young people these days are so hot-tempered and petty.’

Of course, she didn’t dare say these words out loud.

Since there were only two fishing rods, the players had to take turns fishing. As for how they divided the time, Moira’s group didn’t care.

It wasn’t their group’s turn for patrol duty tonight, so after eating and drinking their fill, they each returned to their rooms.

As for the players fishing with the rods, Moira wasn’t worried they would pocket some for themselves.

The fishing rods were able to record every fish that was caught.

Moira figured this function was probably designed specifically for fishing fanatics, making it convenient for them to show off when they caught a big one.

But it also had a downside: you couldn’t fake the numbers.

After returning to her room, Moira didn’t rest. Instead, she sat cross-legged and began to meditate, her spiritual power spreading out silently.

First, she observed the situations of the other players.

The General had now woken up. His missing arm hadn’t grown back, and he was currently in his room, raging helplessly.

MoonlitTears was also in his room, sitting in a chair with her eyes downcast, not saying a word, lost in thought.

Aside from them, the other players were acting normally. The natives, on the other hand...

The captain had already given up searching for the first mate, Theodoric Graham, and was planning to take the smuggled rare animals in the containers for himself.

After observing the situation on the ship, Moira turned her attention to the sea beasts that had been following the cargo ship.

Unsurprisingly, they had gotten closer to the cargo ship. Not only that, but their numbers had increased from a dozen or so to several dozen.

The one in the lead was two to three times the size of the other beasts.

Moira tried to communicate with it, but it refused.

A refusal, not an inability to communicate.

Moreover, she could feel a towering inferno of rage and boundless fury from its aura.

After trying a few more times and being refused without exception, Moira gave up trying to communicate with it.

At the same time, Moira also confirmed that the beasts weren’t hunting them as prey; they were here for revenge.

Someone on the ship had wronged them.

Obviously, this person couldn’t be one of the players.

Since communication was impossible, Moira could only shift her focus to the containers.

Because of today’s incident, the ship had arranged for people to patrol the containers twenty-four hours a day, and no one was allowed to get close.

However, that wouldn’t stop Moira.

Under the cover of night, a red eye appeared silently, directly above the cargo ship.

Then, taking advantage of a moment when the patrol wasn’t looking, Moira maneuvered the Red Celestial Eye and successfully entered the container from before.

The moment she entered the container, Moira was instantly stunned by the scene inside.

Inside the massive container, the air was filled with the faint, fishy smell of the sea and the stench of blood.

Looking at the scene within, several creatures with human torsos and fish tails were chained to the container walls.

To say they had human torsos wasn’t entirely accurate. Their skin was blue, emitting a faint azure glow in the dark container, and their facial features were bizarre, resembling a kappa.