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Klaus stared, breathing heavily, at the behemoth-like creature.

"Boss..."

"Two hundred percent load capacity means we can carry more supplies and even mount artillery!"

In his eyes, that ring of grotesque bone spurs exuded a violent industrial aesthetic.

"With this, athletes from other countries are no different from driftwood to us!"

He had already started fantasizing about lying on a small 'tank' and crashing around.

To be honest, even I was tempted.

Who doesn't love a heavy tank?

But he was more interested in the feature that allowed him to "devour flesh and blood to repair the ship's hull".

In a sea teeming with monsters, the most abundant thing is flesh and blood, which means that the maintenance cost of this ship is almost zero!

Furthermore, his warehouse can store the resources after dismantling, so as long as he isn't instantly killed, he can heal the ship while fighting.

Battery life is maxed out!

Meanwhile, at the strategic command center of the Dragon Kingdom.

Various experts sat around a long table, the atmosphere as lively as five minutes before the stock exchange closes.

"To the right, it has to be to the right!"

A major general was so excited his face turned red.

"Judging from this evolutionary direction, it's clearly aiming for a sea fortress! Before absolute power, any fancy tricks are just nonsense!"

"Old Zhang, naval warfare isn't like bumper cars."

The naval commander beside him quickly retorted, "Maneuverability is equally important!"

"And please note this feature," Professor Li Shu pointed to the line about 'devouring flesh and blood to repair the hull'.

"Although the skeletal armored boat is powerful, it requires a lot of resources for each repair, such as wood, iron blocks, and special adhesives. Once the resources are exhausted, the boat becomes a consumable."

"But flesh and blood are different."

This time everyone fell silent.

In terms of battery life, the strategic value of self-repair is indeed very high.

"There's one more thing..."

The young man in charge of intelligence analysis timidly raised his hand.

"That 50% speed boost is also important; if you can't win, you can always run away!"

"cough."

General Pei interrupted the discussion.

"Your analyses are all reasonable, but you've overlooked a crucial issue."

He pointed to the last line.

【5. Evolution Points (9/100)】

"Whether it's building tanks or supercars, our competitors only have 9 yuan in their pockets right now..."

……

"It looks pretty appealing." He randomly picked up a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Is that exciting? That's a sense of security!"

Klaus excitedly waved the wooden stick.

"With this, even that giant sea serpent would have two teeth knocked out!"

"Wake up!"

Ren Yi, with a blank expression, poured cold water on the situation, saying, "Look at the materials section."

Complete carapace of Lv.2 and above.

"Looking at that Lv.2 barracuda, where are we going to get a mutated turtle or crab shell that's over 2 meters long?"

Besides, they might not even be able to break through the opponent's defenses.

"Look at the iron block. If it's made, it won't be able to be repaired after being hit once or twice."

Without a source of ore, armed boats are veritable money-devouring beasts.

"But..." Klaus pointed to the two options: mithril and deep-sea crystal.

"We are also unsure of the origin of these two materials..."

Ren Yi didn't care much; after all, they could use flesh and blood to repair the ships later, and they had just enough on hand, so they might as well use it.

At this moment, Renyi was acting like a spoiled brat, not caring at all.

He casually categorized mithril, a metal that sounds like something out of a fantasy novel, into the consumables section.

As for waiting until much later, when someone is crying and shouting, searching the world for mithril, that's another sad story altogether.

"Don't forget what your sequence is, Klaus."

Arbitrarily, trustingly, they deceived him.

"The system's evolution only provides a direction; it doesn't mean you can't make further modifications!"

Yes!

Klaus's eyes lit up. The ghost ship was self-repairing, and he was manually adding steel armor...

"You're right! This is the optimal solution!"

Once the goal is set, the rest is simple and straightforward.

Get evolution points.

Klaus was already engrossed in his fantasy of building a sea fortress, leaning casually against the mast, his eyes closed as it swayed slightly.

After an unknown amount of time, the sea began to turn red. Randomly picked up the "Fisherman's Blessing" and walked to the stern of the boat.

[Starting work so early?]

[Striving people, striving spirit, striving makes them superior!]

[I'm awake, but not fully awake. Let me sleep a little longer...]

[I'll just watch it in bed, hehe.]

I originally went for evolution points, but this rod seems to be bewitched today, only catching ridiculous and useless things.

First, they fished up a toilet seat covered in barnacles.

The system even euphemistically calls them "relics of civilization," arbitrarily and expressionlessly dismantling them.

But then he fished up an alarm clock.

The thing whose hands had long since stopped moving suddenly started ringing its alarm as soon as it was pulled out of the water, as if it had a brief moment of brilliance.

Before anyone could react, a ghostly light flashed in the empty eye sockets of the [Bio-Sound Imitation Module] at the bow of the ship.

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling!"

Klaus, who had been sleeping, suddenly sprang up.

"Air raid! Take cover!"

Renyi was also startled and kicked the culprit back into the sea.

Having lost its source of imitation, the hysterical figurehead finally shut its mouth, still wanting more, and even made two "sizzling" sounds, as if savoring the duet it had just performed.

"Good morning." He casually pressed his buzzing eardrum and greeted the speaker as if nothing had happened.

"This reveille is so luxurious..."

Klaus put down the crab shell he had instinctively picked up, plopped down on the deck, and patted his wildly beating heart.

"At least she's not imitating your swearing anymore."

He casually waved the bait and cast the hook back into the sea.

Klaus was suddenly wide awake and decided to sit next to Renyi and watch him fish.

With a whoosh, the arbitrary string pulled out a crystal-clear object that refracted light in the sunlight.

A high heel.

With its elegant design and crystal-clear appearance, it resembles a glass slipper from a fairy tale.

"Oh My God......"

Klaus gazed at the shoe that reflected dreamlike light and exclaimed in admiration.

"Did Cinderella leave this behind?"

"If you can catch another one, perhaps you can give it as a gift to some elegant lady."

"It is indeed very beautiful."

He casually picked up the shoe and examined it for a moment.

But for him, aesthetics always come after practicality. If the thing is sturdy enough, he might even consider using it as a hammer.

[Decomposable target detected: Crystal shoe (left foot)]

[Decomposition yields: 2 x High-purity glass]

[Confirm decomposition?]

"break down."

Before Klaus could even express her feelings about "romance" and "beauty," she watched as it was turned into building materials, shattering her girlish heart.

"Glass...glass? Isn't it crystal?"

"Perhaps the Fairy Godmother was bought wholesale from some small commodity market."

Cast the line again without any further action or reaction.

[You're the one who can shatter illusions, Coffin Bro!]

[The "Goddess of the Wholesale Market" has been ruined, damaging the reputation of the "Fairy Godmother."]

[Klaus: My girlish heart is shattered into pieces.]

Klaus was annoyed for a while, then asked for two pieces of wood and said angrily:

"I'm going to make a face mask for that gossipy woman!"

Ren Yi was staring at the float with nothing to do when suddenly he felt a heavy tug at his fingertips.

"Um?"

It wasn't the trembling or struggling of a live fish biting the hook, but a lifeless pull.

"That's right!" The winch turned, and a shadow rose rapidly.

"Splash—!"

Amidst the splashing water, the fishing line pulled a round object dangling in mid-air.

A few strands of black seaweed covered the pale, swollen flesh, which was still dripping water.

It slowly turned halfway around, its bulging, grayish-white eyes, already displaced from being soaked, staring intently at the two people on the boat. Behind the wet hair clinging to its face, one could almost see its wide-open, dark mouth.

"Ah!!! Head...head!?!"