My Cell Prison-Chapter 737 - : Sleep

Chapter 737: Chapter 737: Sleep

Various strange marine creatures were encountered in the process of continuing towards the conch salvage point.

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A thick fog swept across the deck.

A woman, beautiful in figure, clad only in seashells appeared… However, compared to ordinary people, she had a massive snail shell strapped to her back.

Perhaps she was imbued with the charming ability,

Or perhaps the crew members, who spent most of their lives without coming into contact with the opposite sex, were unable to suppress their desires born out of such deprivation.

Even knowing that something was off, they still extended their arms, wishing to embrace this snail woman closely…

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When the embrace was initiated,

The woman’s body would split open from the middle, countless hard-shelled little feet firmly clasping the embracing individual, all the while secreting a thick acidic substance to pre-digest the ‘food’.

Subsequently, via the gaping hole in her body, she would stuff the eroded meat pile into the huge snail shell, preserving it like a stockpile of food.

Just as this snail woman was about to continue her hunt… Bang!

The smell of gunpowder floated in the air.

The bald-headed captain blew off the monster’s head directly with a gunshot.

The dead snail woman immediately turned into a puddle of slime.

The huge snail shell on her back slid off, disgorging all kinds of unspeakably foul preserved food from within.

The captain meanwhile, with a satisfied look on his face, had his crew clean the snail shell in exchange for a seashell, treating it as his own war trophy… He believed that some rich people in the city would be very interested in owning such a collection.

Han Dong silently watched all this unfold while communicating with the girl inside him.

“Nicole, do these creatures help you in any way?”

“No…These are nothing more than ‘Sea Monsters’- ordinary marine creatures that have been corrupted. All that flows within their bodies are their own blood and essence of pollution. It’s of no use to me.”

“Okay.”

Han Dong turned his gaze toward the front of the ship. The further he stared into the distant sea, the stronger the invading sensations of sleepiness became… However, with him it was to very little effect.

“Nicole…Do you have any idea about the source of this ‘sleepiness’?”

“I’m not sure.

But, you know… where I used to live, sleep was considered a very important activity for everyone.

Besides the sleep required every day, we had to go to the temple at the bottom of the sea to sleep collectively at fixed intervals.

For us creatures of the deep sea, ‘sleep’ is quite an essential and solemn affair.”

Han Dong nodded secretly, “There is indeed some connection… You said, during this collective sleep, would there be any occurrences of ‘dream links’ or dreaming of something special?”

“Our father used to say that dreaming allowed us to establish a connection with the original ancestors of our bloodline, promoting our growth.

However, every time we woke up, everything that happened in the dream would be permanently forgotten…Not the slightest memory would be preserved.”

“Hmm, I see.”

Han Dong summed up the information he had collected so far and leaned on the deck railing, thinking alone.

Unnoticed, the steamboat had already sailed into the designated conch salvage area.

The ‘sleepiness’ attack had reached its peak. Even the bald-headed captain was continuously yawning… Several crew members were noticeably unable to hold on and had to rely on nails to keep their eyelids open.

Suddenly,

An elderly crew member, who hadn’t had time to nail in his eyelids fell to the ground, asleep.

The moment he fell asleep,

An indescribable fallen power began to condense inside him… In just one second, the old crew member’s brain split open from the middle and grew several corrosive tentacles, frantically lashing out on the deck.

His right arm exploded too, growing into a large crab claw.

Bang!

With the captain firing a shot,

The surrounding crew members also aimed at this person, opening fire in succession.

Forcefully interrupting the fall, this man was instantly turned into a human cork before being thrown into the sea.

Without using the conch and going straight to sleep.

This was the most serious crime in Ostia Port, anyone who acted thusly would be stripped of all their rights. Every citizen had the obligation to take their life.

“An extremely rapid and deep fallen mutation…even if an ordinary person directly looks at the Demon, such a rapid mutation could not possibly occur, interesting.

Is it a side-effect of the conch?

The secret within, might be our only way out of here.”

Han Dong silently watched all this, exposing a bizarre smile.

Immediately following,

The Galantis’s fishing equipment was activated, the enormous fishing net had already sank deep into the sea…accompanied by the noise of the steam engine, a large amount of strange-shaped conches were fished up.

And then at the same time,

Humming~♬

From the deep depths of the sea, came a strange and indescribable melody, even the Laughing Face Tree in Han Dong’s head vibrated faintly because of it.

The sailors who heard this sound were unable to resist, their eyes were lifeless, and they walked towards the edge of the ship on their own accord.

This included the bald captain with firm resolve.

The sailors went over the rails, one after another, voluntarily falling into the sea.

Splash~splash!

Accompanied by waves of splashing water.

After fifty sailors successively jumped overboard, the strange sound from the bottom of the sea also faded away on its own.

The bald captain hiding in the deepest part of the cabin had just stepped out of his cabin, hearing the melody recede, he showed a relieved smile.

This was exactly the aim he had when recruiting a large number of sailors…

If they wanted to harvest conches, a sufficient number of offerings needed to be made to the sea.

Equivalent exchange, it’s a simple principle.

Standing on the deck, Han Dong looked at the large number of conches being brought up, toward the undulating waves on the sea, and then used the Demon Eye to scrutinize the conditions below the sea surface.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled upwards, as if he had already found a way to escape.

Upon successfully returning to the harbor, Han Dong also received the wages given by the captain – ten pieces of inferior conches.

The bald captain gazed at the departing sailors, yelling loudly: “Remember to come back after you’ve used them up… The Galantis is your goddess of luck, thank her.”

And so, they spent a day in this harbor town.

The different members of the three squads, some started from the bottom, the dirtiest areas, trying to find the evil hidden within.

Some drank wildly in bars, collecting information from drunkards.

While others sneaked into the homes of the wealthy, seeking intelligence through family histories or the secret rooms in the mansions.

When all gathered, the unanimous conclusion was that this is a town sprung up around conches.

For now, no evil was found, nor were there any traces of Demon sightings.

Beliefs tended more toward the norm, there was no heretic wearing odd clothes, no places conducting heretical ceremonies, the town was operating normally under relatively fair law and order.

The town had distinct classes and hierarchies, at the same time, it required the residents of the town to participate in unrestricted fertility plans, in order to provide sufficient manpower for the economic development of the town.

However, where so many people had gone, only those in the middle and above tiers knew.

Regarding the geographical location of the harbor town, the information from all the townspeople was consistent. Regardless of the lower, middle, or upper classes, they all believed they were living on an isolated island, unaffected by the disturbances of the mainland Fiend.

Even after collecting so much information,

About the most fundamental problem – how to return to the original world?

Everyone was still at a loss.

While everyone was sharing their information,

Han Dong, however, had pulled Dumps aside by his shoulder and held a secret conversation with him.

By the time the two returned,

Han Dong was smiling and simply said, “I may have found a way to leave here…”