My Cell Prison-Chapter 736 - : Setting Sail

Chapter 736: Chapter 736: Setting Sail

Han Dong, lurking in the shadows, kept his gaze on the ‘sleeper’.

In view of the current situation, this crew member, who is eager to sleep, can only do so with the aid of the ‘conch’…but this raises a question.

Is it necessary to sleep via ‘Conch Adsorption’,

Or rather, individuals can put themselves to sleep, just that ‘Conch Adsorption’ ensures the safety during the slumber.

Recalling the middle-aged man, who dragged dirty conches with a wooden cart on the road previously, Han Dong was more inclined to the latter.

“Perhaps this is the real reason why the residents of the port town are able to keep their minds clear and have not shown signs of mental decay…”

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A close observation of the sleeper would reveal that the transparent and clean tentacles, which are connected to the crew’s nose and mouth, are carefully extracting streams of filthy substances from the crewman’s head via subtle movements.

The dark spots between the crewman’s eyes slowly vanish, and his brain becomes normal due to the stimulation of these conch tentacles, even replacing the seawater between the meninges and the brain, thereby cleaning the brain.

On the other hand,

The conches used by the crew are far from perfect, making them a kind of cheap defective product.

During their sleep via conch, their bodies undergo minor fish-like transformations, with slight shiny fish scales sprouting from their skin and their backs becoming more curved.

“Conches, sleep, fishification… These are just the surface issues of this small town.

To get to the root of the problem, we must start with the conch.

Others will surely penetrate the entire port town to investigate internal problems… What I need to do is to “going out to the sea” to see for myself.”

Han Dong, posing as a fisherman, walks along the coastline.

He soon found a fleet of ships preparing to go out to sea to catch fish in a dock, currently recruiting new crew members on a large scale.

‘The Galantis’ – a medium-sized steamship.

Its length is 56.72 meters and width is 13.14 meters.

It’s equipped with several steam engines, used for sailing and large-scale capture of conches in the sea.

Interestingly,

For such a ship that regularly goes out to sea for fishing, the crew should be fixed, and even if a small number of people work temporarily, it should not recruit crew on such a large scale.

Unless…a lot of crew members are ‘consumed’ in each voyage.

However, such a situation made Han Dong more interested and immediately applied.

The one in charge of recruiting crew members is a two-metres tall bald muscular man.

His eyeballs are whitish and protruding,

Nasal bone has disappeared, leaving only two nostrils,

HIs teeth have changed from square to spiky… This is a typical ‘fishman transformation’ caused by long-term use of inferior conches.

However, this muscular man didn’t seem to care.

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This fishman form gave him incredible strength and exceptional mobility in the sea, providing him with more chances of survival.

Being ugly doesn’t matter, as long as you have good quality conches, there will be girls willing to keep you company.

Next to the muscular man, there was a box of weapons filled with inferior single-shot rifles, giving off a feeling that they had been soaked in water and could jam at any time.

“Welcome aboard The Galantis. As the current captain… take a gun and get on the ship! As soon as everyone is gathered, we’ll set off immediately.

As per the usual rules, you will get ten ‘inferior conches’ after the job is done.”

This kind of ‘Death Soldier Recruitment’ doesn’t need any information grading, they don’t even ask for names… After all, most of the people will be missing by the time they return from the sea.

Even the captain could be replaced at any time.

Only those who have survived more than three voyages in a row are worthy to let them know your name.

Han Dong casually picked up a rifle and got directly on board.

Over fifty crew members have already gathered on The Galantis.

Most of them had gloomy faces and heavy dark circles, most of them hadn’t slept for over a day.

These are the lowest class port city labourers, or otherwise the ‘redundant part’ due to overpopulation, without jobs they can’t normally purchase the necessary life supplies – The Conch.

They could only come to the port, wagering their lives and luck.

“It seems that the conch is a necessity of life, and also the only currency here.”

Han Dong limped toward the front of the deck, staring at the deep sea shrouded in thick fog.

For some unknown reason… a wave of inexplicable ‘sleepiness’ came over him.

Even though the spiritual attack was immediately disrupted by the ‘mad laugh’.

Han Dong immediately looked at the other crew members on the ship, some of them can’t keep up, they began to forcibly keep their eyelids open in various ways to avoid falling asleep during the voyage.

In a short while.

All hundred crew members were recruited.

The bald captain carried a precise semi-automatic rifle on his back, and a sharp heavy machete in his hand, his ferocious appearance bought an invisible deterrent to this group of newly recruited crew.

“This voyage is expected to take twenty-four hours.

The collection of conches can basically be completed with the catching device of my sweetheart ‘Galantis’… the only thing you need to do is!

During the voyage, especially during the catching process, please make sure to protect my sweetheart!

Then, if anyone among you can help with unloading, I will reward an extra conch.

However, rules first…any crew members are prohibited to use the conch to sleep sneakily before we return to the port, and absolutely no one is allowed to hoard conches privately.

If I find out, I believe the creatures in the sea would be very pleased to accept your corpses.

Buck up, prove your only value.”

Accompanied by the thick black smoke wafting out of The Galantis’s chimney, the voyage officially began.

As the vessel sailed into the fog veiling the sea surface, some of the crew members, out of fear, became nervous, their bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at the sea…

Squishy sounds…

In the fog, some sticky bodies have already covertly adhered onto the iron skin of the ship.

The first one wrapped up a crew member near the edge.

Splash!

Only the sound of water splashing could be heard.

A crew member disappeared, leaving only one of his torn shoes and the soaked gun he had just received on the deck.

Just as more tentacles were sticking to the hull,

Han Dong slowly extended his head outside the deck, his eyes wide open, staring at a giant octopus lurking under the surface of the sea.

Just one stare.

All the tentacles trying to crawl onto the deck were retracted, the big octopus quickly gave up its target and swiftly dived downwards.

However, in Han Dong’s opinion, such a giant octopus was just a ‘small animal’ lingering around the port… the truly terrifying things must be hiding deep in the mist, which is the area for catching conches.