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In the waters of the Rhoside Islands, in a small port with a fishing village, the bottom cabin of the "Future".

Frank Lee rolled up his sleeves, crossed his arms, and carefully examined the pieces of pork in front of him.

These pork meats are full in color, evenly fat and thin, and the meat is delicate, with some green and brown traces in some parts. In the red meat part, if you look closely, you can see unique vein-like lines.

Frank reached out and touched it, pinched it, and squeezed it. The pork was juicy but not bloody.

Mr. Frank, who has been given the honorific title of "Plenty" by the Aurora Society and some people in Silver City, looked at the piece of pork up and down, then looked around again and saw that the cabin was full of formed pork, green pork.

, the unformed pork, the white fat and the pork that has not yet been picked and begun to sprout, said to the "artisan" Sharf next to him:

"Yes, this experiment has made progress again. Thanks to you for reminding me that 'you don't have to let the whole pig grow', you just need to let the edible parts of the pig grow."

"This not only shortens the growth time, but also allows me to concentrate nutrients on the meat."

"I used pork and plant cells for fusion culture. Both items are not offensive, do not have other effects, and do not produce biotoxins. With the previous experimental cases of apples and chickens, this time I finally got the correct answer.

route.”

"It is said that those hungry people have already obtained basic living security through mushrooms, so they can then pursue the taste, variety and texture of food... I am thinking that sometimes, I go to the wilderness in order to fill my stomach.

, it is too troublesome to carry dry food or hunt wild animals. If you can carry this gene and directly cultivate yourself or other things as a petri dish, wouldn't it save a lot of trouble?"

"Uh, how does it taste?"

Beside him, "Artisan" Sharf was using a frying pan with a complicated expression, putting a cut piece of mature pork in the pan and frying it with onions. His appearance was the same as when he had just escaped from Intis.

The huge changes and heavy work left him no time to pursue gorgeous clothes and exquisite food. They also made his body quickly become stronger and looked much healthier.

After being sent to work with Frank Lee, on a pirate ship that was overly masculine and had no women to pursue, his image was that of chasing pirates. He had a messy beard, deep dark circles under his eyes, and hair that had not been washed in weeks.

It was tied around the back of the head in a greasy mess.

Frank came over and watched the pork being wrapped in bread crumbs and fried until golden brown on both sides. Then Sharf cut it open with a kitchen knife. The muscle texture inside the cut surface was clear and beautiful, and the juice oozed out when squeezed slightly. It looked incomparable.

tasty.

The room was filled with aroma, and even Sharf, who had witnessed the whole process of the birth of pork, had to swallow his saliva.

Frank happily took away a piece of pork chop with his fork, held it with one hand, and took a hard bite: "It smells very good...it also tastes very good. I have never eaten higher-end pork chops. What do you think?"

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"...According to your taste, taste and cost, you can open a big restaurant in Trier."

Sharf also ate the other half, and he was even a little bit unsatisfied. He felt delicious and happy in this piece of pork, as if he had seen the wonderful life he had before leaving Trier, so much so that he looked at the other pieces of pork.

He also became greedy.

He has been working with Frank for a while. He has seen apples that can run on the ground and bark, mushrooms that can eat people and monsters, mushrooms that can produce milk, fish, and beef, and mushrooms that can automatically grow by watering them.

Beef-flavored mashed potatoes that have been multiplied about three times, and wheat cows that are being cultivated. In comparison, plant-based pork is so harmless that it makes people want to cry.

"Let's do this, study and observe for a while, and give it a taste to other people on the ship to see if there will be any side effects due to race, constitution and route. If it is safe, then you can contact Mr.

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The texture and taste were better than expected, but the simplest cooking method was still extremely delicious. Frank also resisted the urge to have another piece, but unfortunately, the pork in front of him was still a product of the laboratory, a precious sample, and he could not eat more.

He couldn't help but fantasize: "It would be great if I could obtain some spiritual power from the 'Singer' path through Mr.

It's a pity that the captain said that Ms. D has found a job near her home and will not be a guest on the "Future" again in a short time..."

"Speaking of which, Frank, why don't you try making something else?"

Sharf had a sudden thought:

"Since you cultivators can hybridize plants and animals, can you make guns and ammunition grow out of the ground?"

"Weapons are the product of war and sacrifice, not a symbol of fertility." Frank shook his head, "I heard the captain say that the high sequence of your 'generalists' will directly make the entire land lose its vitality and absorb the power of the land to create

Creating an alchemical golem is a blasphemy to the earth and the harvest, but you are my friend and I will not let you return to the earth."

Sharf rubbed his arms and raised this question because the improvement task assigned to him by the Pilgrim Sect had not yet been completed, and the factory was saying that the supply of spiritual thermal weapons was in short supply. But Frank said this, and he had to give up this lazy idea:

"Let's not talk about that, let's talk about the improvement direction of plant-based pork."

"No problem! I have an idea. Next, should I try to make the pork chops grow directly from the ground?"

"...Forget it, not everyone likes pork chops, it may cause waste. The current pork is already very good..."

Some crew members were also attracted by the fragrance emanating from the lower cabins. Although Frank has gradually introduced many safer, more harmless, and healthier products, no one will stop after seeing the mushrooms and potatoes growing all over the decks and corridors.

There is so much interest in them, not to mention the apples running on the ground.

"Go and meet Frank?" the second mate sniffed the alluring aroma in the air and asked the others in a low voice.

"No hurry," the bosun replied, "it will definitely appear in the mess hall."

At this time, somewhere outside the fishing village, green vines retracted rapidly, as if they were growing upside down.

"Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya walked out, her eyes deep purple mixed with silver.

The illusory whispers from the "Hidden Sage" were still echoing in her ears, but they were no longer as unbearable as before. What she could see were countless wandering figures with indescribable shapes, like a thick layer of shadows.

The curtain is an invisible line of sight cast from nowhere.

Compared with before, she could vaguely see the unknown existence hidden behind the curtain, and she could already see the moons of different colors in the sky. They were either blood red, silvery white, dark brown, or blue, like a moon.

Eyes that only look at the earth.

Cattleya's mind buzzed, and she quickly looked away, not daring to look again.

She has relied on analyzing the blood of the "Serpent of Destiny" to complete the ritual, obtain divinity, and become Sequence 4 of the "Peeper" path, a "mysticologist"!

However, she remembered that the Queen once warned her:

Among all sequence 4 of the twenty-two paths, "occultist" is the "profession" that is most likely to be in danger, because it is often possible to see things you shouldn't see, hear sounds you shouldn't hear, and touch things you shouldn't.

The secret to touch.

Therefore, if a "occultist" wants to live a long life, he must know how to restrain his curiosity and control his corresponding behavior.

Cattleya took off the heavy glasses clipped to her clothes and placed them on the bridge of her nose, but the various things she saw in her eyes that did not belong to the real world did not disappear.

She twitched her lips half in self-mockery and half in satisfaction, understanding that this item could no longer seal her prying eyes.

She closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them. The pair of eyes were already dark, and there was no longer the mysterious deep purple and silver.

Huh... Cattleya breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked towards the "Future", as if she just got off the ship and took a walk.

She did not intend to spread the news that she had become a demigod, nor did she intend to quickly become the third king of the sea. For her, this was one of her trump cards in a dangerous world, and she would not throw it away easily.

And now, she finally has the qualifications to contact the survivors of "Element Dawn", and finally has the capital to cooperate...

Suddenly, her spirituality vibrated violently. The "Hidden Sage" had already weakened, and the almost inaudible murmur suddenly became louder, surrounding her, as if there was a distant voice hidden in the layers.

After raving.

Cattleya instinctively felt that if she could listen to just a few words of that voice, her "occultist" potion would definitely be able to digest most of it in a short time, but it was this knowledge that made her even more frightened. Ancient

The call seemed to travel through time and space, coming from an extremely remote and empty place. Cattleya, who had just been promoted to spiritual instability, was horrified. She chanted in a low voice almost at the same time:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

After reciting the honorable name, before the call echoing in the wilderness reached Cattleya's ears, the red light swallowed her up like a tide.

The second before the astral body went to the gods, Cattleya turned her head and saw that the blue of the sea and the silver of the sky were boiling violently like boiling water. The sea level at the end of the field of vision fluctuated, and there was an unprecedented tsunami.

is brewing.

…

Northern Sunian Sea, on board the Blue Avenger.

The ghost ship from the Fourth Age was thrown up and down in the huge waves like hills. Alger Wilson lifted his feet off the ground and floated behind the window of the captain's cabin, trying his best to spread his spirituality and stabilize the ship.

A huge wave hit, and the hull of the "Blue Avenger" tilted dangerously. Then the wind roared on the side of the tilt, and an extremely unpleasant song came from the wind, which forced the ghost ship to right itself again.

But a few unlucky sailors still fell into the sea and were engulfed by the huge waves without saying a word. Alger was already covered in water, not only from the torrential rain of sea water, but also from brushes with death time and time again.

Causing cold sweats.

He had already digested part of the "Ocean Singer" potion and was barely holding on during the tsunami. A week ago, he reported to the Church of Storms and exchanged his previous accumulated merits for a portion of the "Wind Blessed" potion and successfully took it.

In other words, in the official information, his sequence has been upgraded to 6. Of course, he has to digest the "Wind Blessed One" potion again, but this is not difficult.

Even after becoming a Sequence 5, Alger only had a chance to breathe during the natural disaster, and without this hidden promotion, he would most likely have been destroyed by the ship!

The remaining sailors tied themselves tightly to the boat and prayed loudly to the Lord of the Storm in the wind and waves, but their prayers did not receive the mercy of the gods. The former "sea-blessed ones" and "wind-blessed ones" became

Just like ordinary people who encounter storms, they all feel it without exception

When it comes to the tyranny of the ocean and the sky. Even if they are sailors, it is useless to be able to move freely in the sea. With such big waves and such a crazy sea, even if Alger, the "ocean singer" jumps, he may be swept away by the sea water.

He hit a rock and was shattered to pieces!

The sky was gloomy, the sun disappeared, and the only thing lighting up the world was silvery white lightning.

Lightning illuminated the huge waves, and for a moment, Alger had the illusion that he was in a place abandoned by God.

He had not lost his way. There was a port dozens of kilometers away, but he was not sure whether he could get there alive with the Blue Avenger, let alone whether the island was still there. According to the wind and waves, that island
To be continued...