Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Night fell over Simon Island.

The sea breeze, before it had completely dispelled the daytime heat, instead ignited the liveliness of the night.

The dock area was packed with people.

Even the widest streets become cramped with returning sailors.

Surrounded by the pungent smells of sweat, seaweed, and cheap tobacco, the crowds were a source of joy to have returned alive.

Therefore, this place is filled with smiling faces and unrestrained laughter.

The brightly dressed streetwalkers leaned against the streetlights to solicit customers, the light shining down from above making their deliberately exposed cleavage appear even more profound.

Even inexpensive perfumes are a delightful treat for sailors accustomed to the stench of fish.

Sailors whose nerves had been on edge all day found it hard to resist the temptation to relax.

Some dragged the streetwalkers into the alleys, while others rushed into taverns and casinos...

They didn't hesitate to spend their hard-earned reward, turning it into lipstick for the woman's new look and the pile of chips that collapsed on the card table...

Similar scenes occurred not just on one day, nor only on this one island.

An endless ocean separates the islands, and countless unpredictable monsters bring everyone the thrill of life and death.

Chalice's ascetic perseverance is what makes him an anomaly.

People are accustomed to using alcohol and indulgence to vent their most fervent desires and temporarily forget their fears.

Every hustle and bustle on the island after nightfall proclaims the wild and unrestrained vitality of the Age of Exploration.

Perhaps it's not that civilized.

But it's better than dying numbly...

Chalice walked through the crowd with his hands in his pockets.

Sometimes, you don't have to join in the fun to find comfort.

Rather than singing and dancing around a campfire, Cheryl prefers to quietly enjoy the festivities while sipping her drink.

This will also help him recover his mental state.

Moreover, Chalice's choice of the Gourmet sequence effectively suppressed the growth of other desires.

He is very hungry right now.

He couldn't wait to tear into the food and take a big bite...

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"I have to say...you have quite the appetite!"

As Sartre wiped his wine glass, he watched in amazement as Cherries wolfed down pieces of pork chop.

"I never realized you had the potential to be a big eater!"

"I didn't have the money to eat like this before..."

Chalice mumbled, "By the way, did I tell you I was promoted to Iron-class Navigator?"

Upon hearing this...

Sartre scoffed and said, "You rushed over here, weren't you just here to freeload? Didn't you have anything to show off?"

"Heh... I still can't hide it from you..."

Cherries chewed the last piece of juicy pork chop carefully, swallowing every bit of meat between his lips and teeth.

Only then did he pick up the refreshing beer and gulp it down.

"Phew! This is life!"

He gulped down the drink and slammed the glass down on the bar with a satisfying thud.

"Be gentle!"

Sartre said with concern, "Free dinner doesn't mean you don't have to pay if you break the dishes!"

Cherries helped clear away the cups and saucers and then began to discuss serious matters with Sartre.

Upon hearing of Cheryl's request.

Sartre said seriously, "A rare item? You've only just become an extraordinary being, what do you need that for?"

"Every strange object has negative effects, whether minor or major. If you don't handle it well, it can sometimes kill you even before your enemy does!"

"I know."

Chalice did not back down.

"But I also know that extraordinary people will seek out a few rare items to protect themselves if they have the means."

"After all, no one knows if they will encounter monsters from the mystical side, and swords and guns are sometimes useless."

"Besides, I'm not shamelessly asking you for money; I'm not buying it myself. I just need you to give me your opinion, or perhaps you could even find a few items for me..."

"You little rascal, you're never going to stay still..."

Sartre raised an eyebrow helplessly, but did not refuse.

He glanced into the corner of the tavern and, sure enough, spotted the short, stout old man who often drank alone in silence.

Sartre yelled at the top of his lungs, "Hey! Thor! Come here, come here! There's a deal!"

The old man named Thor didn't seem to hear Sartre's call.

I waited for several seconds.

Only then did he belatedly raise his glass, down the remaining wine in one gulp, and then, supporting himself on the table, he shakily got up and slowly moved toward the bar.

"Don't underestimate this old guy who's not even as tall as a stove."

Satter introduced Chalice to him, saying, "It is said that Thor has some dwarven blood and is very talented in fire and ore."

"The weapons and equipment he creates can fetch several times their original price on the black market, not to mention rare items with extraordinary properties."

"Sartre...you bastard..."

Thor pulled out a chair, jumped up, and said, "If I hear you trying to use my dwarven blood to drum up business again, I'll rip your head off and shove it right back into your ass!"

"Oh... old buddy!"

Sartre winked and retorted, "I think it would be more convenient for you to shove your head in. Okay, let's get down to business!"

"This young man inherited my Tulip and has now become an Extraordinary One. He wants to acquire some rare items for self-defense. Do you have any recommendations?"

"An extraordinary being?"

Thor muttered, "Satter, you rarely introduce me to serious clients. Tell me, young man, what kind of life-saving gadget do you want?"

Without wasting words, Chalice stated his needs directly.

"I need a weapon that can deal with those mystical monsters in the sea."

"Rapid firepower is best. Of course, I don't rule out swords either, but the margin for error in close combat is too low. I don't like this style of dancing on the edge of a knife."

"A smart choice..."

Thor grinned.

"However, I only have three rare items that I can barely use right now. The others either have too many side effects or you simply can't control them."

"The first item is a dagger. Its special features are sharpness and spiritual intimidation. The side effect is that it will make you have an uncontrollable craving for raw meat, and even grow scales."

Seeing that Cherries showed no interest.

He continued, "The second item is a lantern that can illuminate hidden spirits and extraordinary creatures, and cause them damage similar to 'burning'."

"The cost... is quite high. You will experience temporary blindness after the lights are turned off, and the longer the lights are on, the longer you will be blind. Prolonged exposure to the lights may result in permanent blindness."

"To go blind at sea is no different from suicide."

Chalice shook his head and placed the lantern last in the list.

Thor seemed to have anticipated his reaction and calmly continued, "The last item is a revolver."

"It can perfectly contain and compress spirituality, and even when the chamber is empty, it can fire spiritual bullets and cause a spiritual explosion effect on the target."

"As for the side effects... each time it is fired, it will draw a trace of the user's vital energy, causing gradual weakness and triggering a strong feeling of hunger."

"Furthermore, it is extremely picky and must be 'fed' the barrel regularly with the fat or blood of extraordinary creatures, otherwise it will turn on its owner and devour his flesh."

Hearing about these two side effects.

Sartre's expression changed slightly, and he was about to speak to dissuade her when he saw a smile curl up at the corner of Charys's mouth.

"Hunger?"

Chalice smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"That would be perfect for me... I often feel hungry and need to hunt fresh prey to fill my stomach."

"This gun... is excellent! With it by my side, I'll never go hungry!"