Exploring Technology in a Wizard World
Chapter 443 - 442: Focused Research

Chapter 443: Chapter 442: Focused Research

"Swash..."

The seawater crashed against the rocks, waves surged onto the beach, and then receded.

In the port of Undead Island, the Ghost Ship began to move, adjusting its sails and rudder to the commands, slowly turning and sailing out of the harbor into the vast ocean.

On the distant sea surface where the sky seemed to meet the ocean, a faint morning light hinted at the dawn of a new day.

Standing on a high rock on Undead Island, Richard watched the Ghost Ship disappear into the distance with a calm expression on his face.

Letting Captain Morgan and his crew go was not a whim for him, but a way to minimize disturbances.

Now that the Death Mage was thoroughly dead, he needed to spend a considerable amount of time organizing the data to understand what the Death Mage had been researching. During this process, the fewer people on the island, the better.

Admittedly, he could have achieved the same effect by killing Captain Morgan and his crew, but he was not a bloodthirsty maniac. Maybe he didn’t consider himself a good person, but he also didn’t want to meet some standards to become a thorough bad person—in a sense, conforming to specific standards to live as a certain type of person is pitiful.

He was just himself, neither good nor bad, not bound by moral shackles, nor did he take pleasure in trampling morality or depriving innocent people of their lives. For him, killing was a means, a way to handle things. He made every decision rationally; if killing was necessary, he would do it without batting an eye. If it wasn’t necessary, he would naturally choose a more trouble-free way.

And letting Captain Morgan and his crew go was obviously much less trouble than killing them—it spared him the effort and the need to deal with a pile of corpses – just dealing with the many Sewing Monster corpses on the island was already enough work; he really didn’t want to add to that.

There was no harm in letting Captain Morgan take the Ghost Ship as his means of transportation.

The ships in the island’s harbor weren’t limited to the Ghost Ship; there were a few small sailboats tucked in the corners, perfect for his needs to leave the island.

Indeed, since he was alone, actually trying to sail the Ghost Ship by himself would be difficult. After all, the Ghost Ship was a sailboat, not a high-tech automatic ship, and required many people to operate properly. In this case, a smaller sailboat was more suitable for him.

Thinking about this, Richard glanced at the sea and saw that the Ghost Ship had already turned into a black dot. He then turned around and walked toward the direction of Stone Building.

...

In front of Stone Building.

Richard returned to see Pandora still astride the body of a black Sewing Monster, punching its head intermittently.

"Seventy-seventy... seventy-seventy... seventy-seventy..." Pandora furrowed her brows, continuously muttering, clearly stuck.

Raising an eyebrow, Richard contemplated whether to remind Pandora.

Suddenly, Pandora’s eyes widened with excitement as she shouted, "I got it, yes, I remember now! Seventy-seven—forty-nine!"

With her words, a punch came down fiercely as if to vent.

"Thud!"

A muffled sound was heard as the entire head of the black Sewing Monster was brutally smashed into the soil, disappearing from view.

Richard: "..."

Pandora, unaware of Richard’s bemused expression, jumped down from the corpse, full of pride, and boasted, "Richard, Richard, I memorized it, I really did! Seven sevens are forty-nine, do you believe me? If you don’t, I can recite it for you?" Her face might as well have had the words "Praise me, praise me!" written on it.

Richard chuckled lightly and said to Pandora, "You memorized it, did you? That’s great. I believe you; there’s no need to prove it. However... that being said, memorizing the seven times table doesn’t end there; there’s still the eight times table and nine times table."

"Oh!" Pandora’s eyes widened and round, she blinked hard, then suddenly showed a sad expression. It was as if she had climbed a huge mountain with great difficulty only to find out there were two taller mountains ahead.

"There are the eight times table and nine times table too!" Pandora exclaimed, "Was there really, when you taught me before, I don’t remember?"

"Of course, there is," Richard said, patting Pandora’s head, "so you better keep memorizing properly. Let me start the review for you: one times eight is eight, two eights are sixteen..."

"One times eight is eight, two eights are sixteen..." Richard spoke as Pandora followed quietly muttering.

After a while, Richard finished speaking and stepped into Stone Building. Pandora sat down dejectedly at the doorway, muttering, "One times eight is eight, two eights are sixteen... three eights... three eights... this seems harder..."

...

In the days that followed, Richard was constantly busy.

First, he dealt with the Sewing Monster’s corpses, then continuously organized and analyzed the data left by the deceased Death Mage, trying to extract the knowledge he needed and assimilate it.

The reason he did this was because he didn’t want to wholly embrace the Death Mage’s research. In his view, creating Sewing Monsters was simply not cost-effective. With the time, energy, and resources needed to create Sewing Monsters, he could better spend the money hiring a group of elite warriors—stronger in combat and capable of... understanding human speech.

As he continued to organize and analyze the data, days passed, and Richard realized that not choosing to fully embrace the Death Mage’s research was a wise decision. Because as the work of organizing and analyzing went on, he found that the so-called cost-efficiency of Sewing Monsters was possibly even lower than he had anticipated.

The main point was, Sewing Monsters were not made but transformed.

Yes, transformed.

According to the series of documents and notes from the Death Mage, Sewing Monsters were not made from completely lifeless corpses but were made by using a living person as the core, unnaturally adding various foreign tissues to transform into a Sewing Monster.

In other words, every Sewing Monster was like a person wearing a monster’s coat, and this coat was made from multiple corpses.

Moreover, due to some uncontrollable factors, this transformation would damage the person’s brain, the more transformations, the greater the damage. Thus, the larger and stronger a Sewing Monster appeared, the more sluggish it seemed.

Thus, in Richard’s eyes, the status of Sewing Monsters instantly fell from "Cloned Sheep ’Dolly’" to "transplant organ test mouse."

But regardless, much of the knowledge applied in Sewing Monsters was still very useful, and Richard felt that thoroughly researching it would definitely aid his own studies.

As it turned out, he was not wrong.