Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 545 - 357 Friendly_2

Chapter 545: Chapter 357 Friendly_2

Feng Yi opened his mouth and revealed two sharp fangs, silently threatening.

The great white shark, with a fierce and dumbstruck face, flicked its tail and scampered off again.

Feng Yi continued on his way.

The mobile rock island used for molting had moved since last time but not too far away.

Guided by instinct, Feng Yi located the position of the rock island.

Usually submerged beneath the sea, the rock island only rose up after Feng Yi arrived.

Mist hovered around, and clouds amassed in the sky, forming a shielding circle around the area.

Lying on the rock island, Feng Yi waited for the molting to begin, picking at the attachments on the island, pondering how much he could learn from his ancestral DNA this time.

Not to mention anything else, but how to send messages and convey precise meanings to different species, he should be able to fully learn that, right?

Although before coming here, Feng Yi had guessed based on his own sense of the molting syndrome that the molting was a few days away,

when he actually reached the place and the rock island emerged from the water, it was as if a switch had suddenly been flipped, accelerating this transformation.

The energy in every cell began to stir, changing from sluggish to active.

The feeling of molting came.

Feng Yi cast aside all distractions and began this molting process.

The sea surface around him remained tumultuous, with fierce winds slicing through the water and rolling thunder issuing warnings to the surroundings.

Moreover, this place was far from the landmass, usually devoid of any fishing boats, and even more so at this time—there were no boats at all.

Feng Yi stayed comfortably on the rock island, for him, this kind of transformation only required a good sleep, without the need for any thought.

He felt a bit hungry, but once the real molting started, that slight hunger faded away.

Energy and matter began to transform his bodily cells, and the ancestral DNA further activated, opening up more areas to the main consciousness.

Each molting pushed the body to grow further. There were no obvious changes in size, but there were changes in quality.

Cells could store more energy, pushing the qualitative transformation forward.

Within Feng Yi’s consciousness, it was as if he had entered a dream.

In the dream, Feng Yi could "see" some vague influences, which also belonged to the ancestral memories etched into his DNA. Although not clear, as long as he saw them, it was as if he understood what these scenes were narrating.

The skill to send messages to other creatures and convey his intent was something Feng Yi also figured out in this dream.

Just as he had guessed, he hadn’t fully learned it during the last molting. Implementing such an incomplete skill would certainly not match the performance of the full version.

Skills based on the level of informational substance, even a tad bit of variance, could convey an entirely different meaning.

So, being misunderstood was inevitable!

No wonder a message meant to be friendly could be interpreted as a threat!

But after this time, it would be okay.

Once he had mastered the skill, he could execute it to achieve his goals.

Far from where Feng Yi was molting, the sea was calm, and the sky was brilliantly sunny.

A private boat sailed on the ocean.

Near that boat, now and then, a spirited figure leaped.

Inside the cabin, a tall and robust young man looked at a document in his hands.

This document contained information about Feng Yi that he had found—basically what could be searched online.

Feng Yi’s current online reputation was quite good. He was popular, an expert at the Union Protection Bureau, and most of the opinions, whether from officials or the public, were positive, though there were some negative comments, they didn’t make up a large percentage.

The young man flipped through the document, his face showing no emotion. He seemed unfazed by these internet details, quickly skimming through them before his gaze fell on the map.

He had received address details from the butler; he had also marked it on the map before departure. During this process, he didn’t exchange extra words or even half a character with the butler.

In his opinion, having the address meant directly heading over—why bother with so much talk?

He wasn’t sure if he would accept the employment this trip. He wouldn’t blindly trust what was said online, nor the things the butler told him about Feng Yi; he merely listened. He trusted his own judgment more.

Madam Feng, who had saved him in the past, had once said employment was a two-way selection; if either side was dissatisfied, the hiring wouldn’t happen.

Madam Feng was a very good person—no, a very good being.

He wondered what kind of temperament his future employer would have.

It’s probably not too bad.

After all, he was the same species as Madam Feng.

The thought of his future boss not being human brought a slightly relaxed smile to his face.

The rock island at the center of the storm.

In the center area that the tempest could not touch, the molting was gradually coming to completion.

The specialized layer of material on Feng Yi’s body was crumbling away, vanishing into the sea breeze, as the once dull scales regained their luster.

On his way here, Feng Yi had explored the sea, acquiring several minor scratches on his body while passing through the storm zone, which now, during the molting process, had completely disappeared, leaving no trace.

Feng Yi awoke from his dreams, opening his eyes to see the flow of energy still visible on his irises.

After this molt, Feng Yi’s sense of his own body had become even clearer.

This time, the molting took a bit longer than the last because it required the gathering of more energy material, which in turn took more time.

He could feel that the next molt would probably take a little over a year.

As time went on, the intervals between molts grew longer, but also each time, the amount of energy material consumed was vastly greater.

Just like the last time, after the molting was complete, the fluctuations of energy gradually subsided, the rock island sank, and the shielding storm circle that formed around it would soon disperse.

Yet Feng Yi did not leave immediately; he remained in the same spot, assimilating the memories he had received from his ancestral DNA.

Perhaps it was because the amount of information received last time was too great, this time there wasn’t as much.

Or maybe it had to do with the issues that Feng Yi himself was focused on.

Before the molt, Feng Yi had been thinking about how to send messages accurately to a group, and most of the content he received from the ancestral DNA was related to that.

He also wondered if the information he received this time was complete.

As the clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, Feng Yi dove into the water.

The movement from the molting had already caused the sea animals in this area to avoid it.

Feng Yi left the area, concealing his presence, and swam some distance to find a location where marine life was more active.

You have to test out whether a skill is complete or not.

But one couldn’t be too casual either, caution was still necessary. In the sea, you can’t just mess around—what if you start a problem?

Therefore, when composing messages, Feng Yi made a selection, not sending them to the larger creatures but mainly targeting the nearby cuties.

Thus prepared, Feng Yi pondered and pondered, decided, and with a friendly look on his face, sent out messages in all directions underwater—

[Hello everyone! Let’s be friends!]

The atmosphere underwater seemed to pause for a moment, as if processing the sudden influx of information.

Feng Yi watched the surroundings, his heart feeling a touch of apprehension.

After all, he had learned a bit more; it wouldn’t be as bad as before, right?

Give me some reaction, guys!

Finally, a small fish swam towards Feng Yi.

Feng Yi was thrilled.

This wildly shaped little fish now looked somewhat delicate and cute in his eyes.

How great, it must have understood the message I sent.

That’s what Feng Yi thought.

Around him, more unidentified fish of varied sizes began to gather.

Feng Yi grew even happier.

At last, he was finally understood by the ocean’s little cuties!

And he saw such a beautiful and harmonious aspect.

Feng Yi watched them silently as different species of marine life swam around him.

But as he watched, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Feng Yi suddenly looked in one direction.

In the water, a shadow was approaching.

Whoosh—

A massive school of fish charged straight at Feng Yi.

Smacking him squarely in the face.

Feng Yi experienced firsthand the suffocating friendliness.