Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Amidst numerous tense or ambiguous gazes.

Chalice silently took two long-handled brushes used by sailors to clean the deck, tried them out a few times, and found the brush heads a bit cumbersome.

He simply cut off the brush head, leaving only the wooden stick.

You have to pick up the statue, but you can't touch it up close.

The situation is urgent.

I couldn't find any suitable tools.

Chai Lisi suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered "chopsticks".

Although the two wooden poles were rather long, the excessively long lever arms made it very difficult for Cheris to control them.

But it's still better than touching the contaminant with your own hands.

Thorpe placed the opened, sealed iron box on the deck and squatted down a short distance away.

If Chalice can get the statue into the iron box, he will grit his teeth and approach to close it immediately.

"Ready..."

Buck looked at Thorpe and said in a deep voice, "The corruption of this thing is beyond imagination. As soon as the statue enters the iron box, you must immediately infuse it with spiritual energy, without holding back!"

Upon hearing this...

Thorpe nodded slightly, his expression tense.

Seeing that the person in charge of sealing was ready, Buck then looked at Chalice, who was in charge of the transfer.

"You...you should prepare for the worst!"

Buck hesitated for a moment, but quickly said firmly, "My suppression time is short. If the tool fails, you'll have to pick it up and throw it in yourself..."

"I see……"

Now that things had come to this, Cherries was no longer nervous.

Just started.

The unknown threats and the eeriness of the evil god also put him under considerable pressure.

But now that things are gradually becoming clearer.

Chalice then regained his composure.

pressure……

It was never a problem for him.

To be alive until now...

The so-called pressure.

He has endured too much and resolved too much...

It is not too late.

After a brief discussion of the procedures, Chalice picked up two long wooden handles and stood ready.

Buck dared not delay, and his aura suddenly changed.

"I'm going to start suppressing that thing."

He said in a deep voice, "You two concentrate and don't focus on me."

The voice just fell.

Then Buck began to murmur something that piqued curiosity the more you listened, but also made you drowsy.

The syllables move together very smoothly and coherently, and the intonation is quite rhythmic.

But I just can't understand it or hear it clearly.

It makes the listener unconsciously try to hear clearly, but the more they listen, the more sluggish their thinking becomes...

at the same time.

Buck's once clear pupils spread out like ink drops, turning his entire eye, including the whites, into a deep, dull black.

An imperceptible spirituality began to emerge, enveloping the entire bow of the ship along with his murmured whispers.

Suddenly, Cheryl felt it was getting dark.

But the light shining on my hand didn't change at all.

This is just his psychological effect, or rather, spirituality has changed his perception.

A tranquil and peaceful spirituality permeated everything around.

The ability belonging to Buck, the third-tier [Whispering Poet], has taken effect, but it has not provoked any resistance from anyone.

Because he wasn't targeting anyone in the first place.

A spiritual power that silenced all things descended from afar onto the eerie, cold statue at the bow of the ship. Almost instantly, visible black and white "sparks" appeared like noise!

The spirituality emanating from Buck is now at odds with the statue!

Silent... yet incredibly dangerous!

"Quickly! Do it!"

Chalice gripped the two "chopsticks" tightly and immediately took action after hearing Buck's tense words.

He then extended his two chopsticks as planned, one above the other, and caught the statue from a distance.

But what happened next was beyond Cheryl's expectations.

The statue seemed to be rooted to the deck.

No matter how hard Cherries tried.

Even the most resilient wooden poles bent into an arc.

The statue remained motionless.

Oops……

Thorp instinctively wanted to take a step forward, rush up, grab the statue with his bare hands, and throw it into the iron box.

This is the nature he developed during his many years of military service.

As a soldier.

Especially the navy.

Both generals and soldiers sat on the same boat.

In case something goes wrong.

Nobody's getting away!

No one can escape!

Thorpe's disheartened retirement stemmed from his realization that the principles he upheld—"fearlessness, sacrifice, dedication, and selflessness"—were merely ideological imprints used by generals to control their soldiers.

When his warship was about to sink, the general who had failed in his command and the highly influential staff officer were rescued by high-ranking extraordinary individuals.

These ordinary soldiers struggled desperately in dire straits, yet they could not escape the tragic fate of being blown up or drowned.

If the Navigators' Association ship hadn't passed by, Thorpe wouldn't have been rescued by Jack. Now, thinking back, he would have been about seven years old...

Thorp's long-established nature made him lift his foot.

The ironic truth made him back down.

Hearing Buck's anxious urging...

Thorpe's expression shifted dramatically, but he ultimately took another step.

But he stopped.

Thorp saw that the two wooden sticks that were supposed to be holding up the statue suddenly stopped bending, and a figure that should have been far away abruptly entered his field of vision.

That is……

The target he needs to monitor constantly...

Chalice?

captain!

Charys noticed Thorpe's hesitation and listened to Buck's anxiety.

He was well aware of what the main contradiction was.

If Buck is allowed to exhaust his spirituality without being able to seal the statue, the entire Homecoming will become a polluted paradise...

Not only would he not survive, but he himself would also perish.

The entire ship must be buried with him.

Chalice is not a selfless person, but given the current situation, he has to, and can only, step forward!

Let's go then!

Chalice lunged forward with a blank expression.

After realizing he couldn't pick it up with chopsticks, before the wooden pole he let go of even fell onto the deck, he had already reached the statue.

at this time.

This statue is like a harmless work of art.

Buck has suppressed the erosion of pollution.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chalice tore off his sleeve and grabbed him through the fabric.

Then, as if he were holding a lump of dung, he hunched over and quickly walked to the iron box.

Thorpe quickly got ready, and seeing that Cheryl disdainfully put the statue into the iron box, he immediately closed it and began to infuse it with spiritual energy!

Buck's powers also vanished instantly.

This third-tier extraordinary being quickly came over to check.

Fortunately, there were no unexpected events.

Despite the minor hiccups.

But as the patterns on the sealed box lit up, spiritual energy flowed along the patterns throughout the entire sealed iron box, and the contents inside could no longer cause any disturbance.

Thorpe breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up and opened his mouth, feeling a little embarrassed and ashamed of his behavior just now.

Before he could explain anything, Buck had already grabbed the hand that Cherries had been holding the statue with.

Seeing how serious the two were, Thorpe also stood up with a worried expression.

Fortunately, Buck used his spiritual sense to carefully perceive the situation and came to a pleasing conclusion.

"Fortunately... no erosion has been detected yet..."

Chalice spread his fingers wide and then clenched them, maintaining his composure despite not noticing anything unusual.

"Alright, the matter has been resolved."

He first announced a reassuring conclusion to the anxiously waiting crew, then added, "Mr. Buck, I still need to trouble you to check if the crew members are...

"I understand, you should rest for a bit."

Opportunities to command a third-order extraordinary being are rare.

But right now.

Chalice asked Buck to do something, and the latter readily agreed without any objection.

Watching the crew members undergo inspection one by one.

Chalice also initiated a "self-check".

He came to the port side, arms crossed, leaning against the gun emplacement of the rapid-fire cannon, lost in thought.

[Divination: Has the pollution and erosion I've been subjected to affected my sanity? Are my current thoughts misleading and deceiving?]