It was silent!
The black tentacles danced like a black sea that rose and fell one after another. Asturias was the mystery hidden in the black sea. He was thinking about Yarlin's question.
"Food! Evolution! "
Yarlin frowned. He was not very satisfied with his simple answer. After thinking about it, he corrected his way of asking. He needed to use more direct words to state his question.
"Devouring is to evolve to the next stage. Absorbing is also to strengthen oneself. It is also a kind of evolution. So, in order to allocate resources more reasonably, I need a more valuable measurement, not …"
Ya Erlin paused for a moment and pursed his lips. "A ball of black thread that looks like a hemp rope, and an illusory silhouette that doesn't even have facial features. Even though I have to admit that it looks rather shocking, it's not intuitive enough."
Asturias remained silent.
"Food? Do you understand? I need a more intuitive and accurate understanding of how to allocate, such as numbers or progress bars … Asturias, this should not be a problem for you. "
Asturias's gaze seemed to have peeped into the deepest part of Yarlin's thoughts. He was directly interpreting Yarlin's thoughts through his consciousness. This was not difficult for him.
Yarlin waited. He was not in a hurry. The day had just begun. There was still time before the next night. He had a whole day to sleep and communicate.
Asturias slowly closed his eyes. Then, Yarlin suddenly opened his eyes. In the depths of his eyes, a virtual three-dimensional outline strangely appeared.
It was a three-dimensional projection of himself. It felt a little like plagiarizing medical anatomy diagrams. Red lines were drawn around the human body diagram. From top to bottom, the five basic qualities were marked: mental strength, nerve conduction rate, bone hardness, muscle activity, and blood density and flow rate.
"There is no activity of organs such as heart, liver, spleen, and lungs …" Yarlin could only pray that he was overthinking.
All the numbers were 1. Yarlin understood what Asturias meant. It was to use his current physical fitness as a basic unit.
Just above the three-dimensional map, there was a black data bar similar to a progress bar. It showed 1100, and next to it was a note (incomplete body — complete body).
Yarlin instantly understood. This was the progress bar of Asturias's evolution. The unit needed was also very easy to understand. It was similar to the woman who was devoured and needed 99 units of the same amount.
"Very good, then the next step is the correct division of resources."
Arlen said in his heart. Then he turned around from the bed and laid down on his side. His blue eyes calmly looked at the pirates in the cabin. In his field of vision, two numbers, one red and one black, suddenly appeared above the heads of the pirates.
"0.1, 1", "0.1, 1", "0.2, 1", "0.1, 1", "0.2, 1", "0.1, 1", "0,0"...
Yarlin thought: "The red mark should be the unit of physical fitness improvement. Basically, it's 0.1 unit, occasionally 0.2 unit. The black mark 1 refers to the unit of the progress bar. This is very uniform, it's 1 unit."
"0.1 physical fitness corresponds to 1 progress, 0.2 physical fitness also corresponds to 1 progress …. What is the basis for the calculation of their respective attributes, and what are the conversion rules between them?"
With too little data, Yarlin couldn't get an answer at the moment. He could only leave this question for future speculation.
The "0, 0" was naturally the easiest to understand. That was a dead person!
Yarlin glanced over. The closest to his line of sight was the first dead person last night, Jack, who was now one of his transformations. Suddenly, a three-dimensional map of Jack appeared on his retina.
Bone hardness was labeled as 1.2, muscle activity was labeled as 1.1, and other data such as mental strength were all shown as zero.
This was not beyond Yarlin's expectations, but what was interesting was that there was a line of small red words at the bottom: "No Skill Enhancement".
He looked at the other two "0, 0" transformations, and they were also marked with the same font.
"Interesting!"
Ya Erlin retracted his gaze. He understood the hidden meaning behind her words: "If you don't have it, then you can have it."
… …
Three hours later.
William lost the last Bailey in his pocket with an ugly face. He cursed his bad luck, turned over his empty pocket, and then left under the mocking and joking eyes of the other pirates.
After he left, another pirate soon squeezed in and filled the gap left by him. The banknotes on the table were gathered into the arms of the pirate sitting in the banker. He laughed and didn't notice that there were a few cigarette-like notes mixed in the pile of banknotes.
Two hours later, the greasy and dirty banknotes on the table changed hands several times. They were held in the hands of several pirates and stuffed into their pockets first.
"It's getting dark. Let's stop here today." The pirate with a scarred face touched his swollen mouth full of yellow teeth, and stinky spittle splashed everywhere.
"Damn it!" A few pirates next to him were unwilling, but it was getting late, and more pirates followed Scarface to disperse. They could only spit out thick phlegm and walk angrily to the bed.
"Ha, a good day."
The scar face took off his boots and rolled up his trousers and sat on the bed. Then he took out all the Bailey in his pocket and scattered them on the sheets. His face was full of greedy joy.
"One, two, three …"
He spread out each Bailey and flicked them in the air, making a beautiful sound unique to banknotes. Then he folded the banknotes into a stack.
"Which bastard put the cigarette in the money."
In the air, a cigarette stuck on the back of the banknote with saliva was flicked away. The slightly rolled yellow cigarette spun in the air and fell on the sheets. He blinked as if he saw the words on the cigarette.
Stunned for a moment, he picked up the cigarette on the table and straightened it. A line of obscure words came into his eyes. The pupils on Scarface's face suddenly shrank, and his mouth opened into the shape of a "nest". The banknote in his hand slipped out.
He immediately reacted and hurriedly held the cigarette in his hand. Then, he looked around as if nothing had happened and carefully hid the cigarette in his pocket. His mind was suddenly no longer on the tempting money on the bed sheet. His eyes unnaturally looked towards the direction of the cabin door.
The scene with the scar face was not a special case. The same scene was quietly staged in several corners of the cabin in less than 10 minutes. However, they did not notice that each other's eyes had completed a "tacit" meeting in the air. The end of the line of sight converged at the same point.
In the dark, William was lying on the bed. His half-drooping eyes were like a hunting hyena, staring at every corner of the cabin without blinking.
The sticky cigarettes were unfolded one by one, and the words were reflected in the shocked pupils. It was as if the whole cabin was unknowingly stained with a secret atmosphere.
On the bed that no one was paying attention to, a few pale faces reflected the strangeness that was unknown to the living.
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