In the end, Yan Yu still didn't explain much.

With a bang on the door, Manli was ruthlessly turned away by him.

Snap.

Yan Yu lit a cigarette and lay on the narrow bed, his consciousness gradually sinking into the forum.

Regarding creatures like Costiel, the game forum has a special record post - [Legendary Creature Ranking].

There are three-headed dogs, hydras, Medusas, unicorns, Pegasus... and nearly 90% of the monsters in mythology.

Of course, there are no good monsters or bad monsters in the eyes of players.

All players care about is what benefits it provides.

The ranking order is also based on this.

Costil ranks 27th in the rankings, neither high nor low.

According to his current attribute level, there is no need to hunt legendary creatures below 27, and they will not provide even a little attribute improvement to Yan Yu.

"call……"

Yan Yu breathed a sigh of relief and silently calculated the results.

According to the records in the guide post, after killing Costiel, there are two ways to deal with it.

One is to eat its heart directly, which will increase the body's constitution +1 and willpower +1.

Another way is to use a genetic memory to extract its genetic sequence and then integrate it into the body. It will also gain +1 physical fitness and +1 willpower, and there is a chance of triggering unexpected gains.

Including but not limited to attribute improvement, control improvement, etc., but the probability is not high.

As a price for merging the gene sequence, the player will undergo certain changes, such as growing a scorpion tail, growing body hair, etc.

Yan Yu naturally chose the first option.

What he planned was to practice gun fighting after taking its heart, so as to increase his attribute points to 10 more quickly.

After the three attributes reach 10, he can prepare to break through to the extraordinary.

"It's so difficult."

Yan Yu leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the surging sea.

He suddenly realized that it seemed that it was less than... four months since he traveled through time.

And he spent most of his time in prison.

"Shet."

Yan Yu spat, his eyes flickering for a moment: "I hate this world, really."

…

…

Maybe it was bad luck.

On their second day out at sea, Yan Yu and the others encountered a violent storm.

This scene is just like the night I killed Kevin.

The hazy sky, the echoing thunder, the heavy rain like splashing water...

This made the people on the ship feel like they were abandoned by the whole world.

As an experienced captain, Varro quickly realized that something was wrong with everyone's mood. He forcefully broke the rules, moved out refrigerated drinks, and held frequent parties to liven up the atmosphere.

"Hey, Yan."

Varro handed him a bottle of whiskey and sat next to him: "You have rejected many girls these days. Do you need me to introduce you to some great guys?"

"No, you are thinking too much."

Yan Yu clinked glasses with him with a smile and pointed at his head: "Sex, alcohol, cigarettes...these are just ways to vent your emotions due to poor emotional management."

Varro nodded and looked around with sympathy, looking at these indulgent men and women: "You are right, life at sea is very boring, I have to do this..."

"Understandable."

Yan Yu knew his intention for doing this.

People cannot stand being in a high-pressure environment for a long time. Some people know how to self-regulate, but most people can only vent through instinct, which includes violence, anger, and even self-mutilation.

As a captain, Varro must pay attention to their mental health and avoid self-harm and violence as destructive ways of catharsis as much as possible.

Varro handed the note to him and whispered: "In half an hour, we will enter the Bayman waters. When the ship enters the port, you can leave quietly. If you encounter difficulties, you can go to this address."

"I hope it won't be used." Yan Yu joked.

"hope."

Varro raised his glass with a wry smile and bumped it hard with him.

Although the time they got together was short, Varro still regarded Yan Yu as a friend. They seemed to be on the same page? He always felt that the two of them could get along very well.

Although it is not clear what secret mission Yan Yu wants to perform.

Varro still hopes he can come back alive.

"Gulu~"

Yan Yu drank it all in one gulp and put down the glass: "Let's go prepare first, and you can continue."

"God bless."

"If there is a God."

After saying that, he took Manli and left here.

"Hey, what are you doing? I haven't..."

Manli, who smelled of alcohol, struggled hard with her restrained wrists, squatted down angrily, and was pulled out by Yan Yu.

Rumble~

The heavy rain continues.

In just a few seconds, the two of them were drenched.

Yan Yu spit out the extinguished cigarette butt and said calmly: "We should go."

Although there was the stimulation of the heavy rain, Manli obviously drank more, and her mind was still a little unclear. She raised her face with a silly smile: "Let's go? Where? To the bedroom?"

"Snapped!"

Yan Yu frowned, slapped her down, and his cheek came into close contact with the cold deck.

"Wake up."

Yan Yu smoothed his hair and wiped the rain off his face: "I know you are under a lot of psychological pressure, especially after being arrested by the Eighth Bureau. You have been using alcohol to vent your anger these past few days."

His fingers were like iron rods, pinching Manli's chin and forcing her to raise her head: "But I am not your nanny, nor your husband, nor God... I take you because you are valuable, understand?"

"Value? Haha...haha..."

Manli giggled, her expression suddenly became angry, she kicked back randomly, her beautiful eyes staring at him: "Value? Are everyone NPCs in your eyes? Ah? You are a cold-blooded devil."

"No."

She got up from the ground and looked at him coldly: "You are not a devil, you are a coward, a coward who doesn't even dare to face reality and only dares to immerse himself in his own fantasy and constantly hypnotize himself... a coward."

She was talking nonsense like she was crazy, or she was deliberately using drunkenness to vent her anger.

Like beans poured out of a bamboo tube, she completely vented her accumulated resentment, anger, and disgust towards Yan Yu.

"A softie, you are a softie."

Manli stood in the rain and roared hysterically: "I finally know why I can't hypnotize you, even if I give you countless psychological suggestions, it has no effect.

Ha~, of course it doesn’t work. You have been hypnotized all the time. Ever since your parents died, you have fallen into self-hypnosis. You dare not face the cruel reality. You tell yourself that everything is fake... Haha."

"perhaps."

Yan Yu was like a cold machine, expressionless as he watched her drinking like crazy without any rebuttal, scolding, or dissuasion.

In a sense, what Manli said is not wrong.
Chapter completed!