At dawn the next day, Yang Yi steered the Nyxstar toward the island. Today’s workload was heavy — not only did he need to chop trees, but he also had to rush to finish knitting sweaters. It would be a tiring day. He glanced at his Stamina bar: only 92 left. “Should I call Suna over to help chop wood?” He was just thinking about it when the island came into view — and he dropped the idea. The island had shrunk to barely two hundred square meters. Judging from the looks of it, several earthquakes must have hit again last night. There were only about seventy trees left that could be easily harvested, many half-submerged in the sea with only the upper trunks sticking out. Yang Yi took a look and actually felt it was a good thing. It meant that his grappling hook could easily latch onto them, making the collection of materials much more convenient. He only needed to blast the trunks with his gun, then haul them aboard — the system would automatically convert them into lumber. He didn’t even need to manually gather them. He checked the weather forecast. Wind force level 1 today — calm seas. No need to worry about driftwood floating away. He put on his sharkskin wetsuit, grabbed something to eat, stretched, and got ready to work. Meanwhile, Suna had just woken up to find herself slumped over her desk. She hadn’t slept well last night — she’d been studying the drawing Yang Yi left behind. She had copied it several times, yet none of her reproductions felt right. Something was missing. So she tried changing her approach — adding her own interpretation to the picture — and somewhere along the way, she blacked out. Now awake, she found a strange new drawing on the desk, surrounded by discarded sketches littering the table and floor. Thankfully, her room never lacked paper — as long as she paid, she could always draw more from the bookshelves and cabinets. She looked down at the new picture — and glanced at her Sanity value: only 51. That meant she had entered a madness state earlier, only regaining lucidity now — and during that frenzy, she had drawn this. The picture consisted of nine lines converging toward the center, coiling and twisting into a complex spiral pattern. The longer one stared, the dizzier it made you. Suna stared at it for over ten seconds — then, before her eyes, the drawing curled in on itself, twisting into a tight paper ball.[You have created a spell. Extraordinary Path unlocked — “Truth.”](Truth: You seek to comprehend and master the world’s underlying reality. You can create unique spells. Casting does not consume sanity.) [You have learned “Curling Touch.”](Curling Touch: Twists or curls an object within your field of vision. Power equals your Spirit value. Costs 7 Mana.) After casting the spell, Suna felt an unbearable pain in her head. She could barely move — and collapsed onto the floor. “Suna, how long till you finish the stamina recovery potion?” Yang Yi sent a message. A few minutes later, the reply came: “I’ve got an idea! I can give you a sample tonight!” “OK.” Yang Yi didn’t think much of it — Suna always replied slowly, unless something strange and fascinating caught her attention. He pocketed his communicator and dove into the sea to begin his day’s lumber work. The Nyxstar was actually quite close to the island — close enough that the hull could scrape the submerged treetops. But Yang Yi didn’t care. As long as it didn't get stuck on the seabed, it was fine. The ship’s durability restored automatically anyway. And with that skeletal armor plating the hull, even sharpened trees couldn’t really damage it. About three hours later, Suna finally recovered from her splitting headache — and her mana regenerated by one point. At her current Spirit level, she still couldn’t safely use that new spell. If she tried, she’d immediately lose all motor control. Still, with her mana restored, her body felt normal again. She left her room and hurried to the witch’s laboratory — time to finish the new potion. Only the dilution step remained... An hour later, Yang Yi had blasted down every tree on the island. He swam back to the ship — his stamina now down to 52. Looks like he wouldn’t be able to finish knitting all the sweaters today. No matter. He’d collect the logs first. He piloted the Nyxstar, using its claw arm to retrieve the floating timber. There were seventy-three logs in total — a few probably drifted away, but that was fine. [Lumber acquired: 635 units.] Much faster than fishing or catching driftwood. (Except for the ultimate fishing masters.) Afterward, he took a nap in his cabin. When he woke, his stamina had recovered to 82. By now it was evening — and Suna had left him a message, asking him to visit the lab. If nothing went wrong, that meant the potion was ready. Yang Yi hurried to the witch’s laboratory, where Suna handed him two vials of yellow potion — one pale yellow, one orange-yellow. “Why are there two?” he asked, puzzled. “They’re both made from the Glutton’s stomach fluid,” Suna explained. “The darker one is more concentrated. Both restore stamina.” “Stomach fluid…?” “That’s right. After drinking, you’ll probably feel hungry — so it’s best to have food ready,” she added. Yang Yi was speechless. He hadn’t expected her to actually use stomach acid to make potions. His expression turned grim. Wouldn’t that stuff burn through his throat? Suna, mistaking his silence for worry about production yield, added reassuringly: “Don’t worry. It’s sustainable! As long as you feed it food, it’ll keep producing stomach fluid.” She pointed toward a glass jar on a nearby shelf. Yang Yi turned to look — The jar was about forty centimeters wide, filled with a pale yellow liquid in which half a stomach floated. Judging by its color and texture, it had been cut from a Glutton’s body. The organ still pulsed faintly. [You see a strange stomach. Sanity -3.] Yang Yi averted his eyes, unsettled. Suna, meanwhile, stared at him intently — as if to say, Well? Drink it. Yang Yi steeled himself. Whatever — I’ve got healing potions. It won’t kill me. He went back to the cabin, glanced at the black bread on the table, and downed the pale yellow potion in one gulp. It burned going down — like drinking sulfuric acid. [You drank an unknown potion.] [You feel hungry. Appetite surges. Sanity -10.] Yang Yi’s eyes went wide — his stomach growled violently. He felt like he could eat a whole cow. He devoured several dried fish, three loaves of black bread, and a sausage before the hunger finally eased. Normally, that much food could feed a grown man for three days. (Those black loaves were huge.) [You are full. Gained status: “Well-Fed.”](Stamina recovery +100%, Sanity recovery +25%, HP recovery +25%.) Seeing the message, Yang Yi’s face lit up with joy. This was exactly what he’d hoped for! “Suna, you’re a genius!” He raised a thumbs-up, full of genuine praise.[Name: Appetite Potion][Type: Consumable / Potion / Unique][Quality: Excellent][Description: A potion created by Witch Suna, made from the stomach fluid of a Glutton. Diluted and neutralized through a special process.][Effect: Greatly increases appetite and enhances digestion. After consuming enough food, grants the “Well-Fed” status for 8 hours, accelerating recovery. Failure to eat sufficient food in time causes severe gastrointestinal bleeding. Only works once per 24 hours — repeated drinking will result in internal bleeding.] For once, Suna was thrilled to receive praise. Normally, Yang Yi would only complain about side effects — but not this time. After all, the side effect was minor. Just make sure to have plenty to eat. But what she didn’t notice was… Yang Yi, expression calm but sweating slightly, quietly hid the orange-yellow potion away. If the pale one already caused this much hunger — then drinking the stronger version might make him eat the entire ship. That orange potion was dangerous.

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