"I’m going to get some sleep. If anything happens, just wake me up immediately."

Yang Yi spoke to Suna, who was not far away.

It was night, with still several hours until dawn, and the tsunami was expected to arrive sometime in the morning.

The two had already completed reinforcing the ship’s hold. The only thing left to do was get some rest and recover their strength.

As usual, Yang Yi would sleep first for a few hours, then switch with Suna.

He casually found a spot, sat down with his back against a wooden barrel, closed his eyes, and tried to fall asleep to regain his energy.

Being able to sleep in such a noisy and dangerous environment was a skill in itself.

Yang Yi had trained this skill well, so no matter how loudly fish slammed against the hull or how the echoes resounded through the ship, it didn’t affect his ability to sleep.

Judging from the sounds outside, the situation had probably changed again. But there was no time to worry, because as long as the fish didn’t make it inside, it was fine.

Two hours later, Yang Yi woke up, his right eye unbearably itchy, and he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to rub it.

So, the first thing he did upon waking was scratch that itch, literally.

"Wait, stop rubbing! Let me take a look!"

Suna came over quickly.

She hadn’t slept, she had been sitting diagonally across from Yang Yi the whole time.

Seeing him wake up and rubbing his eye, she immediately got up to check.

"Take your hand away."

Suna grabbed his hand, stopping him from rubbing further.

When he stopped, the itch in his right eye intensified. He could only blink rapidly to relieve the discomfort, and it felt sticky.

Suna held his eyelids open and began inspecting it, her brows quickly knitting into a frown.

"Is your vision affected? Can you still see?"

"Yeah, I can see, but it itches like hell!"

Yang Yi replied, his right eye tearing up constantly.

In Suna’s view, Yang Yi’s right pupil and sclera were covered in patchy red blotches, with tiny holes, as if something inside was wriggling.

"To the lab. It looks like something’s parasitising your eye."

She made a quick judgment.

Yang Yi checked his status panel and found it confirmed, his right eye on the body diagram had turned dark yellow, and a negative status had appeared: Right Eye Erosion.

His health had only dropped slightly, and he had no fever, but the itching in his right eye was extreme. His vision was blurry, and the eye felt sticky whether open or shut.

Suna dragged him to the witch’s laboratory.

There, using an oil lamp for light, she pried open Yang Yi’s right eye and used tweezers to extract a long, thin fleshy worm from one of the red blotch holes in his eyeball.

The worm’s tail end seemed fused with the sclera, like a tentacle growing from the surface of the eye.

And Yang Yi could feel it, so intensely itchy that it was unbearable. Tears streamed from his eye as his right hand gripped the corner of a metal table so tightly that it cut into his palm.

Suna noticed his tense body and gently said:

"Hang in there!"

She applied force and used the tweezers to sever the worm, at the same time triggering its information:

【Name: Delicious Threadworm】

【Description: Once separated from the Delicious Cell and attached to weak immune membranes such as mucosa, it begins to grow and assimilate, forming threadworms and causing severe infection and erosion.】

"Tsss!"

As the worm was snipped, Yang Yi gasped, his right eye’s itch exploded in intensity as all the threadworms inside the red patches surged out and began writhing.

The sensation was beyond what any human could bear.

Yang Yi entered a partial wolf transformation, his right eye turned into a vertical slit, and his clawed hand dug deep scratches into the metal table.

"Look at me! Don’t rub it!

I’m going to remove all these parasitic threadworms!"

Suna said with full focus on his eye, while also sending the threadworm's info to Yang Yi.

Then she picked up a scalpel and began extracting the worms one by one from their roots. Each time she cut one loose, Yang Yi trembled slightly.

There were thirty-two worms in total, including five extremely thin ones hidden under the eyelid, all of which Suna removed and collected into a test tube.

Yang Yi didn’t struggle violently throughout the procedure. He kept his eyes fixed on Suna and endured it all, not even blinking once.

By the time she finished, a sheen of sweat had formed on Suna’s forehead, glistening slightly in the firelight.

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better. It’s not that itchy anymore,” Yang Yi replied.

Suna nodded, then, taking advantage of his momentary inattention, threw a handful of salt into his eye. Yang Yi howled in pain.

Normally, such an act would only damage the eye.

But in this case, it was necessary to completely kill off any remaining Delicious Cells, Suna had no choice but to salt the wound.

The itching immediately turned into searing pain.

Just as Yang Yi opened his mouth to complain, a warm and soft body collapsed into his arms.

It was Suna.

Her stamina had dropped below thirty, and she had fainted.

Yang Yi’s right eye still felt uncomfortable, but as the salt gradually fell away, the irritation subsided into a mild stinging. He could no longer see out of it temporarily.

The “Right Eye Erosion” status in his character sheet had disappeared, and the image of the right eye had returned to a pale yellow.

Given some time, his werewolf constitution would kick in and fully heal him.

“Having a ship’s doctor really makes a difference.”

Yang Yi thought silently to himself, resisting the urge to sniff Suna’s scent. Instead, he gently carried her to a slightly more spacious and comfortable part of the hold and laid her down to rest.

Then he checked the ocean map and estimated the time.

It would be around five hours until the tsunami reached the Nightmare Star.

The rain must have originated from the Bountiful Sea, and it contained Delicious Cells… Could this rain have formed from seawater expelled by a Rotwhale?

Yang Yi couldn’t help but entertain a terrifying idea: If that were true, just how massive would that Rotwhale have to be? Could it be that... this tsunami was caused by it?

Yang Yi shook his head, stopping his wild thoughts, and sat quietly beside Suna, keeping watch.

His right eye was nearly blind now, and his heightened sense of smell was useless in this situation. All he could rely on were his hearing and his third eye to monitor the environment.

Thankfully, he was intimately familiar with the ship’s hold. He only needed to watch the open ventilation window carefully.

Beneath that window sat a wooden basin, positioned to catch any sticky rain or seawater that might seep in.

After making sure everything was settled, Yang Yi opened the chat channel in his log, pulled a bottle of Vitality Coconut Juice from his ring, and began sipping while reading.

In the logs, he found someone in a similar situation, but worse. That player’s entire eyeball had to be removed.

Ordinary humans couldn’t compare to werewolves in terms of immunity or regeneration. Without healing potions, that person likely wouldn’t have survived at all.

After a few such extreme examples, and even some death cases, all players became highly cautious about the rain, avoiding any contact with the eyes, mouth, or respiratory mucous membranes.

Masks became essential.

Without them, this one rainstorm alone might have killed the majority of players.

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