Above The Sky
Chapter 284 - 284 270 Dismal Nether Jellyfish 1010

284: Chapter 270: Dismal Nether Jellyfish (10/10) 284: Chapter 270: Dismal Nether Jellyfish (10/10) The Mutants and Brain-Eating Parasites had already died, and Ian checked the nearby repair shed.

The repair shed was built from stone, with a metal framework placed at key points to stabilize it.

After a thousand years, the metal had gradually decayed under the erosion of water vapor, whereas the rocks still stood tall.

Most of the repair parts stored inside the shed were completely deteriorated.

The delicate magnetosensors had long been deactivated, not to mention the piles of debris that were no longer recognizable—it was as if the natural spiritual energy field inside the relic itself had played a huge role in this, preventing these tools from maintaining their original form.

But there were still some things that remained.

“Fine gold?”

Because Foresight View had hinted at a purple aura, Ian was able to select seven dark gold metal grains with intact structures from a large pile of black waste material.

These metal grains were mostly drill bits or microblades, likely key components of the repair equipment from the past.

Although the other parts of the tools had decayed, these bits had endured a millennium almost as good as new.

Small as they might seem, fine gold is usually used only as an alloying element—a tiny bit the size of a rice grain is enough to completely transform a weapon or an essential component—and to think that a repair shed from the previous era had pure fine gold tools, how extravagantly luxurious!

No, that’s not right.

Halfway through his moment of realization, Ian turned his head and looked at the metal beside him.

He pondered, “Central Control Room… If that Brain-Eating Parasite wasn’t lying just now, this should at least be a convenient passageway to the core area of the relic.”

“This repair station is probably not ordinary.”

Ordinary or not, the harvest of fine gold was enormous.

Coupled with the Seraph Silver sent by Master Gossay, Ian already had a plan to strengthen his Heavy Abyss Iron Sword.

It would definitely be a masterpiece.

He didn’t immediately try to open the rusty metal door; instead, Ian used the Silver Chip to map the area and then returned to the vicinity of the river.

At this moment, the Pirate Captain Andor had woken up and was frowning at his lower body, which had been left with only one leg, worrying as he rubbed the sole remaining limb.

“Ah, even with my regenerative abilities, it’s difficult to grow another leg… With just one leg, what am I supposed to do in this ruin?”

Ian had arrived so silently that Andor continued to grumble and complain.

From regretting accepting the mission to lamenting that he hadn’t investigated the strange things in the Southern Sea sooner; from Canaan Moore’s recent scarcity of lucrative opportunities in the south to Beastmen all being a bunch of paupers.

His cursing targets ranged from Patrick to breakfast fish bones being too plentiful, from Ian’s cheat-like Clairvoyance to the Alchemist’s combat methods of Gossay throwing money to fight, and he even cursed the Natives and his own subordinates – a mad dog biting anyone in sight while being so inept he had to enter the fray himself.

So when he discovered Ian, who had been quietly learning how to properly swear in Canaan Moore’s lingo, right behind him, Andor’s heart instantly turned cold.

“Sorry, sorry!

I was just…”

“Considering you helped Shasha escape—although that was also to save yourself—I’ll count that in your favor,” said Ian.

Ian lifted his sword and with its spine, he patted the face of the dark green-haired Elf Pirate, “You’ve earned yourself the chance to live.”

“But a chance is merely a chance.

Tell me, pirate, what reason do you have for me not to kill you?”

The young man’s tone was very calm, but it was precisely this calmness that gave Andor a fear of life and death not being in his own hands, survival entirely at the whim of another.

Unlike the naive Yisen Gard, he had realized from the moment he was in the Armor Suit that this attractive member of the White Folks essentially didn’t regard an enemy as a person and exuded a deep-seated indifference and ruthlessness of a madman!

“I, I only have the Magic Potion formula on me right now; I don’t have anything else…”

Andor wracked his brains and could only dejectedly realize that he didn’t possess many things that could win him a ‘chance to live.’

As for the Magic Potion formula, such a thing, to a genius who had embarked on the path of the Fairy Bloodline, was truly tasteless to eat but a pity to discard; he himself felt that offering such a thing was nothing but a desperate struggle.

“Good,”

But Ian’s eyebrows raised slightly, showing quite an interest, “Tell me about your inheritance.”

“Dismal Nether Jellyfish…”

Andor, not quite sure what was happening, couldn’t fathom why Ian would be interested in such a thing and could only honestly answer, “It’s a more common Water Series inheritance from Canaan Moore…

oh right, I also know how to make living fishing nets for living wood ships!”

As he spoke of his own inheritance, the Pirate Captain only then remembered the modifications he regularly made to his ride—his flagship’s living wood ship’s fishing nets were modified according to his own inheritance, capable of releasing a lure in the form of phosphorescence to catch greater quantities of prey.

Initially, he didn’t think such a thing would hold any value to Ian, but since Ian was even willing to accept the Magic Potion formula, naturally, he would make one last-ditch attempt.

“Not bad,” indeed, Ian was interested in all sorts of miscellaneous things, “Go into the details.”

Under Andor’s narration, Ian roughly understood the characteristics of the Dismal Nether Jellyfish Bloodline Inheritance.

The Dismal Nether Jellyfish is a second-order Water Series inheritance, a distant relative of the Thunderhunter Jellyfish, but unlike the Thunderhunter Jellyfish, which possesses strong aggressiveness, it is more relaxed, living off fishing in the deep sea.

Its most significant feature is the ability to control fine water currents to weave fishing nets, complemented by a phosphorescence that attracts sea fish, making it easy to capture an entire school of fish.

Of course, in reality, it can’t consume so many, so after the Dismal Nether Jellyfish captures a school of fish, it uses the school as bait to hunt larger and stronger prey—at that time, it shows its true strength by paralyzing its enemy completely with its highly toxic stingers, dissolving them from the inside out.

“So you’re saying, you actually know how to use poison.”

Ian nodded his head, examining Andor curiously, then shook his head in disappointment, “But you clearly don’t know how to use poison.”

“Guide Sir, it’s not that I don’t know how to use it, there’s just no need—Who in Canaan Moore is afraid of poison…”

Andor also felt somewhat helpless as he defended himself, “Where I come from, forest creatures are poisonous, the aquatic life is poisonous, insects are poisonous, plants are poisonous, animals too are poisonous—knowing how to poison is meaningless.

Everyone, including me, is skilled in quick detoxification techniques, even the dissolving toxins from the Dismal Nether Jellyfish, even a twelve-year-old child who often goes to the sea knows how to counteract!”

This was, of course, an exaggeration, but the toxins of the Dismal Nether Jellyfish aren’t really lethal, so one can understand why Andor wouldn’t bother researching toxins and preferred to enhance his own operation of Water Attribute Essence.

Ian actually felt that he could indeed take a page from the Dismal Nether Jellyfish’s fine manipulation abilities—whether as a Wave Singer or possessing Fairy Wings, the use of Water Element Origin Substance tended towards brute force.

The louder and more forceful, the better; however, Ian couldn’t control the mist finely enough to hover in the air as Viscount Grant had previously demonstrated.

Methodically following the Fairy path wasn’t Ian’s style.

Since it was a Bloodline stored on a Silver Chip virtual machine, he ought to experiment more.

But the premise was that Ian had to collect enough relevant Magic Potion formulas and try them one by one before he could obtain the results he wanted.

Beyond the Dismal Nether Jellyfish formula, Andor also explained the construction techniques for the living wood ship’s fishing nets…

Although this wasn’t any secret heritage, the related Inscriptions skills were indeed more familiar to the Elves and didn’t overlap much with the mainstream Inscriptions, making them difficult to replicate.

Ian didn’t care too much about this point.

As long as he had the Silver Chip scan it, he could slowly learn once he got home.

“Anything else?”

Although he felt relatively satisfied, Ian still asked casually.

Unexpectedly, there really was more!

“This, this is the Communication Crystal Pad that I use to communicate with the boss…

with Patrick!”

Pulling out the Crystal Plate directly from his chest, the Pirate Captain said with some relief, “Fortunately, this thing isn’t broken, it’s just out of power—but as long as it’s charged, you can extract the chat logs between me and the boss, which should count as evidence, right?”