Chapter 438 - 428: Voyage Carnival 30

Shane Rhodes’s repeated attacks were all blocked. The clever octopus controlling the Gigas Crab seemed to realize it had been discovered.

But it didn’t try to escape. Instead, it manipulated the Gigas Crab, waving its massive pincers. The crab’s two eyes bobbed up and down, as if in provocation.

Seeing this, Shane Rhodes was absolutely furious, his eyes practically shooting fire.

Several more bolts of purple lightning struck down, but they were all useless.

The Gigas Crab’s shell was simply too thick. Shane Rhodes’s lightning couldn’t damage it at all, let alone reach the clever octopus it was protecting.

As if knowing its opponent was powerless against it, the clever octopus had the Gigas Crab start wrecking the cargo ship’s deck with even greater abandon.

The cargo ship, which had just started to stabilize, began to rock violently again.

Moira Lynch’s hands gripped the railing tightly as she struggled to keep her balance.

Her eyes, narrowed slightly, were fixed on the clever octopus atop the Gigas Crab’s head.

At her command, the scattered spiritual power in the area began to gather rapidly, gradually coalescing into the shape of an arrow.

Of course, no one else could perceive this arrow made of spiritual power, but Moira Lynch could feel its presence as if it were real.

"Fire!"

With a thought from Moira Lynch, the arrow of spiritual power shot out like a bolt of lightning.

The clever octopus seemed to sense the danger. It subconsciously controlled the Gigas Crab’s pincers, attempting to use the same trick to block the unknown attack.

But Moira Lynch’s arrow was no ordinary arrow. It had no physical form; even the Gigas Crab’s heavy shell was utterly useless against its attack.

And so, everyone watched as the Gigas Crab, which had just been brandishing its pincers with menacing vigor, suddenly went limp as if all its Life Energy had been drained in an instant. Its two pincers fell heavily from mid-air, and its eight legs stopped moving.

The players, who had been locked in a bitter struggle, stopped what they were doing and stared at each other, completely dumbfounded.

Their bewildered gazes seemed to say, "What’s going on? Why did it suddenly stop moving? You go check it out. No way, what if it’s faking?"

After all, the Gigas Crab’s pincers were no joke. To them, a person was like tofu before a steel knife.

Seeing that no one was making a move, Moira Lynch took a breath and shook her head. That single arrow had completely exhausted her spiritual power. Her head was throbbing, and she felt as dizzy as if she hadn’t slept for three days and two nights.

’I can’t use that move too often. The side effects are too severe.’

She patted her head, trying to stay awake. Just then, a large hand suddenly reached out and steadied her.

"Are you all right?" Hugh Finch’s gentle voice sounded in her ear.

Moira Lynch shook her head and whispered to Hugh Finch, "I’m fine. Go to the Gigas Crab’s head and grab that octopus on top of it. I want to eat marinated raw octopus."

As she said this, Moira Lynch’s hand was still trembling from spiritual power exhaustion, but her gaze was incredibly firm.

Hugh Finch didn’t ask any more questions. After making sure Moira Lynch was steady on her feet, he walked toward the Gigas Crab with a determined look, much to the astonishment of everyone watching.

Without the clever octopus controlling it, the Gigas Crab was now nothing more than a lifeless rock. The entire crab was already teetering, ready to fall into the sea at any moment.

Hugh Finch walked over, and with just a single glance, he accurately snatched the clever octopus from the Gigas Crab’s head.

The clever octopus was still in its camouflaged state, meaning it wasn’t dead, but it didn’t resist in the slightest when it was caught.

If you were to describe the clever octopus’s current state in human terms, it would be equivalent to a brain-dead patient, or someone in a vegetative state.

As Hugh Finch picked up the clever octopus, he discovered that its eight tentacles were embedded deep inside the Gigas Crab’s body. Their length was astounding—each tentacle was easily seven or eight meters long.

But when Hugh Finch pulled all the tentacles out, they began to shrink rapidly, reverting to the size of a normal octopus.

Seeing that nothing happened to Hugh Finch after he approached the Gigas Crab, the other players swarmed forward as well.

After all, a crab that big was sure to have a lot of meat on it.

For these players, the only thing more alluring than items was, without a doubt, food.

Besides, after eating fish for so long, they were desperate for a change of pace.

It was worth mentioning that some players were so sick of fish that the mere sight of it made them want to vomit. A few had even tried eating Tuck Ganma, and some actually thought they tasted pretty good.

They thought the creatures were like stinky tofu—smelled foul, but tasted delicious. Some people had even grown to love the flavor and couldn’t get enough of it.

However, when the players finally managed to haul the dead Gigas Crab’s body onto the deck and, after a Herculean effort, cracked open its armor, they were not greeted by the sight of succulent, translucent crab meat, but by waves of nauseating rot.

It seemed this Gigas Crab had been the clever octopus’s puppet for some time. The meat inside was almost entirely eaten; what little remained had completely rotted and was inedible.

In the end, they found nothing of value.

While the others were cursing under their breath, a small, skinny player’s eyes darted about before he quickly stored one of the crab’s pincers in his Space Button.

’A shell this hard should sell for a good price back home,’ he thought.

The cargo ship had been damaged in the recent battle, so the players’ next task was to repair it.

"Why do we have to be the ones to fix it?" one player grumbled.

The crewman relaying the order glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "This was your responsibility to begin with."

"What’s that supposed to mean? Where were you when we were fighting the Gigas Crab? We finally managed to defeat it, and now you’re telling us to repair the ship ourselves?"

The player didn’t say it out loud, but his glare screamed the words he was thinking: ’You’re shameless!’

Seeing this, the other players remained outwardly impassive but didn’t try to stop him. They were also deeply dissatisfied with the crew’s actions. Why should they have to fight the monsters, then clean up the battlefield and repair the damaged ship afterward? Wasn’t that the crew’s job?

"First, you are the ones who were hired. We are just the crew of this vessel. From the moment you boarded this ship, protecting its safety became your responsibility. Now, the ship has been damaged on your watch, so it’s naturally your responsibility to fix it."