Bizarre Survival: I Can Devour Thousands of Talents

Chapter 232, Section 231: Don't subscribe!

When Ling Xiao woke up, he felt a splitting headache, as if countless needles were pricking his temples.

He struggled to open his eyes, and before him stretched an endless expanse of blue, where the sky and the sea merged into one, making it impossible to distinguish where the sky ended and the sea began.

He tried to recall how he got there, but his memories were like pieces of paper torn apart by a gale, scattered and fragmented.

He sat on a dilapidated raft, which swayed precariously as if it might be swallowed by the waves at any moment.

Ling Xiao reached out and touched his body. Apart from his soaked clothes and exhaustion, he had nothing else.

His backpack was gone, his weapons were gone, and even the family crest he had always treasured was gone.

"Where am I?"

Ling Xiao muttered to himself, his voice so hoarse that even he couldn't recognize it.

He tried to stand up, but his body was so weak that he was like a lump of mud and couldn't muster any strength.

The waves gently lapped against the raft, making a "whoosh" sound, as if mocking his helplessness. Suddenly, an eerie song drifted from afar, ethereal and distant, carrying an irresistible magic.

Ling Xiao's consciousness was drawn by the song, as if an invisible force was calling him. He struggled to sit up and looked in the direction from which the song came. He saw a wisp of mist rising from the distant sea, and within the mist, a blurry figure was dancing.

"Who is it?"

Ling Xiao shouted, but his voice was quickly swallowed by the waves.

The figure seemed to have heard his shout, and turned slightly to reveal a stunningly beautiful face.

Her eyes, like the deep night sky, shimmered with a mysterious light, and a faint smile played on her lips.

A strange sense of familiarity welled up in Ling Xiao's heart, as if he had seen this face somewhere before.

He struggled to get closer, but the raft rocked violently from the crashing waves. He reached out to grab it, but grasped only emptiness.

"Don't come any closer!"

The figure suddenly spoke, its voice clear and firm, as if it possessed boundless power.

Ling Xiao's body seemed to be bound by an invisible rope, unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as the figure gradually disappeared into the mist, leaving only the eerie song echoing on the sea.

"Wait!" Ling Xiao shouted, but the figure had already completely disappeared from his sight. He slumped onto the raft, his heart filled with confusion and fear.

He didn't know why he was there, who that figure was, or what would happen next. The waves continued to gently lap against the raft, but Ling Xiao's mind was in complete turmoil.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but the eerie singing kept echoing in his mind, refusing to leave.

"I must survive."

Ling Xiao said silently to himself. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on, but he knew that if he gave up, he would really die here.

Ling Nulixiao snapped himself out of it and began to carefully observe the raft he was on.

This was a very simple raft, made up of several thick logs tied together, looking as if it could fall apart at any moment. The surface of the raft had turned white from being soaked in seawater and was covered with moss. Ling Xiao reached out and touched the raft, finding that the wood was somewhat rotten, but still quite sturdy.

He looked around and found that besides himself, there was only an old bucket and a rusty knife on the raft. The bucket was filled with seawater, which looked like it hadn't been changed in a long time.

Ling Xiao picked up the bucket, poured out the seawater, and then used a knife to scrape the raft a few times, trying to clean off the moss.

"These are my only tools for survival." Ling Xiao shook his head with a wry smile. He knew he had to find food and fresh water as soon as possible, otherwise he wouldn't last long.

He raised his head and gazed at the boundless sea, his heart filled with confusion.

"How am I supposed to survive?"

Ling Xiao muttered to himself. He knew he couldn't stay on the raft forever, or he would be swallowed by the waves sooner or later.

He needed to find a place to stay, a place to temporarily shelter from the storm. He stood up and carefully moved around on the raft, trying to find something he could use.

Suddenly, he noticed that one corner of the raft seemed to be loose. He went over and pried it off with force, and a plank broke off.

The back of the wooden board was engraved with some strange symbols, which looked like some kind of ancient script. Ling Xiao examined these symbols carefully and found that he could actually recognize some of them.

These symbols appeared to be an ancient incantation, used to protect the raft's owner from the ravages of the waves. Ling Xiao was startled; he realized this raft might not be so simple.

Whose raft is this?

Ling Xiao was filled with questions. He began searching the raft for more clues, but found nothing except the symbols. He sighed, put the plank back in its place, and sat down.

"No matter whose raft it is, it's my lifeline now."

Ling Xiao said silently to himself. He knew he had to rely on this raft to survive on this strange sea.

The sea breeze gently caressed Ling Xiao's face. He closed his eyes and felt the coolness of the sea breeze.

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on, but he knew that as long as he had a breath left, he would not give up.

The sun slowly rose, bathing the sea in golden sunlight. Ling Xiao felt a warmth, and his body gradually regained some strength.

He stood up, picked up his bucket, and prepared to collect some rainwater. But when he looked up, his eyes suddenly widened. On the sea not far away, a group of strange creatures were swimming.

Their bodies resembled a wisp of black mist, emanating an eerie aura. A surge of intense fear welled up in Ling Xiao's heart. He instinctively grabbed the bucket, trying to hide himself. But the creatures seemed to have sensed his presence; they slowly swam towards the raft.

Ling Xiao's heart raced. He gripped the small knife tightly in his hand, ready to fight them at any moment.

"Don't come any closer!" Ling Xiao shouted, but the creatures ignored him. They drew closer and closer, and Ling Xiao could clearly see their eyes—deep, cold eyes that seemed to see right through his soul.

Suddenly, a creature lunged at the raft, and Ling Xiao instinctively raised his knife and stabbed it fiercely.

But the creature's body was like a cloud of mist, and the knife easily passed through it without leaving any mark.

Ling Xiao was startled. He realized that these creatures were not ordinary; they were some kind of eerie beings. The creature pounced on the raft, extending a long tentacle that reached out to grab Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao instinctively tried to dodge, but the tentacle, like a snake, tightly coiled around his ankle. Ling Xiao felt a cold force coming from his ankle, and his body began to stiffen.

"Let me go!"

Ling Xiao shouted loudly, struggling desperately, but the tentacles tightened their grip. He felt his strength being drained away little by little, and his consciousness began to blur. Just as Ling Xiao was about to lose consciousness, suddenly, a dazzling light shone from the corner of the raft.

The light, like a sharp sword, pierced straight towards the creature. The creature let out a piercing scream, its tentacles instantly detaching, and its body, like a wisp of mist, gradually dissipated onto the sea. Ling Xiao slumped onto the raft, panting heavily.

A deep gash was left on his ankle, and blood was seeping from the wound.

He looked up at the corner of the raft, where a gleaming stone sat.

The surface of the stone was engraved with some strange symbols, which looked like some kind of ancient magic circle.

"What is this?" Ling Xiao was filled with doubt. He reached out and picked up the stone, carefully examining the symbols on it.

He found himself able to recognize some of them; the symbols seemed to be an ancient protective spell used to ward off evil forces. "Where did this stone come from?"

Ling Xiao was filled with questions. He began searching the raft for more clues, but found nothing except for the rock.

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He sighed, put the stone back in its place, and then sat down.

"No matter where this stone came from, it's my lifeline now," Ling Xiao thought to himself. He knew he had to rely on this stone to survive on this strange sea.

The waves were surging and the sky was overcast, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

Ling Xiao clung tightly to the edge of the raft, his body soaked in seawater, which was icy cold.

However, what unsettled him even more was a low roar coming from afar. The sound, like the roar of an ancient beast, came from the darkness of the deep sea, sending chills down Ling Xiao's spine.

He tried to calm himself down, looked around, and tried to find the source of the sound.

The sea was turbulent, and the waves obscured his vision, but Ling Xiao's keen intuition told him that danger was approaching.

Suddenly, the raft began to shake violently, as if it had been pushed hard by an invisible giant hand.

Ling Xiao lost his balance and fell on the raft. His head hit the edge of the raft, and a sharp pain shot through him.

He managed to lift his head and saw a huge black shadow leap out of the waves and pounce on the raft. It was a giant fish monster, its body twice the size of the raft, covered in hard scales that gleamed with a cold light.

The fish monster's mouth was wide open, revealing a row of sharp teeth, as if it wanted to swallow the raft and Lingxiao whole.

"Damn it, what kind of monster is this!"

Ling Xiao cursed inwardly. He quickly grabbed the rusty dagger, his only weapon. He knew he had to fight, or he would die here.

The fish monster lunged at the raft again, and Ling Xiao nimbly dodged, but the fish monster's tail slammed into the raft, making a creaking sound as if it would fall apart at any moment.

Ling Xiao felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that if the raft was destroyed, he would have nowhere to escape. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and charged towards the fish monster.

The fish monster seemed unprepared for Ling Xiao's counterattack. Its eyes flashed with ferocity as it opened its massive jaws to bite at Ling Xiao. Ling Xiao's dagger arced through the air, plunging fiercely towards the fish monster's throat.

However, the fish monster's body was exceptionally hard; when the knife pierced its scales, it only made a crisp sound but left no mark.

Ling Xiao was startled; he realized he might have underestimated this monster.

The fish monster roared angrily, its tail sweeping towards Ling Xiao again. Ling Xiao couldn't dodge in time and was struck by the tail, his body flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the raft. A sharp pain shot through his ribs, and he felt difficulty breathing.

"We can't give up!"

Ling Xiao cried out in his heart. He struggled to his feet, picked up the knife again, and charged towards the fish monster.

The fish monster seemed to be enraged by his tenacity; its eyes flashed with a blood-red light as it lunged at Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao dodged the fish monster's attack and thrust his dagger at its body again. This time, he aimed for the fish monster's belly, where there seemed to be no scales protecting it.

The dagger pierced the fish monster's abdomen, and blood gushed out. The fish monster let out a piercing scream and struggled violently. Ling Xiao seized the opportunity and plunged the dagger into the fish monster's body again.

The fish monster's struggles grew weaker and weaker. Finally, it let out a low roar and its body slowly sank into the sea. The surface of the sea turned blood red, and the raft returned to calm.

Ling Xiao slumped onto the raft, panting heavily. His body was exhausted, but his heart was filled with the joy of victory.

He knew he had just survived a life-or-death battle. "This is just the beginning," Ling Xiao thought to himself. He knew he had to recover his strength as soon as possible, otherwise more dangers awaited him.

The sea breeze gently caressed Ling Xiao's face. Although his body was tired, his heart was full of strength.

He picked up the rusty knife and carefully wiped away the bloodstains. Although the knife looked old and worn, it had saved his life at the crucial moment.

Suddenly, a slight tremor came from the corner of the raft. Ling Xiao looked up and saw that the glowing stone was trembling slightly, as if something was awakening within it.

Ling Xiao was startled. He cautiously walked over and picked up the stone. The surface of the stone shimmered with a strange light, and the ancient symbols seemed to glow.

Ling Xiao felt a warm power emanating from the stone, and his body gradually regained some strength. He closed his eyes, sensing this power, his heart filled with doubt. "What kind of power is this?" Ling Xiao murmured to himself.

He suddenly remembered the protective spell carved on the stone. Could this power be related to that spell? Just then, the stone's light suddenly became dazzling, and Ling Xiao subconsciously shielded his eyes with his hand.

As the light faded, when he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find a small wooden box in the corner of the raft. The box was carved with exquisite patterns and looked very ancient.

Ling Xiao carefully walked over and picked up the wooden box. The box was very light, but its surface exuded a mysterious aura.

"Is this a reward for me?" Ling Xiao was filled with curiosity.

(End of this chapter)