Chapter 140: "Spaceship"

[Detected player progress... The "Ship" feature will be unlocked soon...]

[The "Tier-1 Chariot" can be modified into a "Tier-1 Ship".]

[Notice: When modifying the chariot into a "Tier-1 Ship", you will obtain a one-time temporary portable modification ability. Please carefully select a suitable body of water to deploy the ship.]

"Ship feature?"

Colin looked surprised. He had been wondering whether he would need to use a treasure map to track down the whereabouts of "Floating Stones".

Otherwise, there would be no way to venture out to sea in the short term.

And without venturing out to sea, his development would basically reach its limit. After all, his region was just an isolated island...

Aside from producing saltpeter, the island didn't have many other resources, and it wasn't particularly large to begin with.

With the chariot's accelerator pressed all the way down at a speed of one hundred kilometers per hour, the coastline could be reached within an hour or two.

Subconsciously, he wanted to open the chat channel to see what opinions the "veteran internet experts" had, but he stopped just as he raised his finger.

The chat channel was already gone.

With complicated emotions, Colin let out a breath, and then directly obtained information regarding the "ship" through his "Prompt" ability.

["Tier-1 Ship": Refined Steel * 500, Glass * 100, Premium Rubber * 100, Thorns of Suffering * 200, Mist Points * 1500.]

[Features: Repels the gray mist within a ten-meter radius of the hull, suitable for a crew of one hundred...]

[Special Equipment: Specially Crafted Telescope (Once activated, reduces the visual impact of the gray mist by seventy percent.)]

[Prompt: You know that refined steel is an upgraded material derived from iron ore.]

"New steel tiers and rubber tiers have appeared again... Two-in-one. In other words, the most expensive components of a Tier-1 ship are the steel and the mist points..."

Colin pondered briefly and continued to trigger his prompt ability. Right now, his brain's thinking speed was exceptionally fast.

"The stats look pretty much standard, what about the load capacity... Oh, load capacity is meaningless. If a survivor wants to carry a single type of item, they can essentially carry an infinite weight of it..."

Colin thought for a moment and focused his attention on the telescope. "Now this is a good thing. Activating it reduces the visual impact of the gray mist by seventy percent. Rounded up, doesn't that practically mean ignoring the gray mist?"

He felt that whether he went out to sea or not, he definitely had to find a way to get his hands on this telescope...

Even if he dumped the "Tier-1 Warship" on top of a territory building just to use it as an observation post, it would still be an extraordinarily valuable asset.

That being said, how big was this ship?

[Prompt: You estimate this to be a small ship of around 500 tonnage.]

"With all that steel, it's only five hundred tons?"

Colin was slightly taken aback. He didn't have much concept of ship sizes, but the ships he usually heard about on television were war vessels of several thousand or tens of thousands of tons.

Suddenly finding out that he only had a five hundred-ton warship felt a bit off...

Would a thing like this capsize the moment a wave hit it out at sea?

[You realize this should be a ship roughly thirty meters long, ten meters wide, with a draft of about two meters.]

"Thirty meters long? Ten meters wide? Judging by the description, it doesn't seem particularly small..."

Colin thought to himself. Although he lacked any real concept of ships, he had a very distinct impression of distances like ten or fifteen meters.

After all, that was the illumination range of ordinary and rare blood of filth within the gray mist, and it was essential knowledge to master.

"What about a Tier-2 ship?"

[You realize that a Tier-2 ship has a tonnage of three thousand tons, with approximate dimensions of eighty meters in length, twenty meters in width, and a draft of just over seven meters...]

[Features: Repels the gray mist within a thirty-meter radius of the hull, suitable for a crew of three hundred, compatible with various modifications such as artillery and stigmata...]

[Affiliated Features: Specially Crafted Telescope, Compass, Lighthouse (Provides detection of conventional life forms within a ten-kilometer maritime area, costing 10 mist points per hour...)]

[Remarks: You can expend 300 mist points to trigger "Maximum Load", tripling the ship's overall performance...]

"Ten mist points per hour? It's practically a money-eating beast, everything costs money..."

Colin muttered to himself. However, it was obvious that the Tier-2 ship was significantly larger...

Likewise, after checking its construction materials, Colin discovered that the required materials were roughly ten times those of a Tier-1 ship...

"This exponential increase is quite absurd. The price of a Tier-2 ship compared to a Tier-3 chariot is essentially the same, except it doesn't require certain rare materials..."

Colin rubbed his temples. He wasn't entirely sure how many resources he currently had, because the "Bounty" was not on his person at the moment.

Moreover, no inventory had been taken yet...

[You realize that if you are willing to pay this cost, you can build a 'Tier-2 ship' suitable for venturing out to sea.]

"It's buildable. But first, let's use the 'Bounty' feature to pass on the information I know."

Colin thought for a moment, picked up the parchment to take a look, and quickly frowned.

"Wait, why is there no 'Bounty' feature on my parchment?"

[You realize that the "Bounty" feature originates from the "Trading Market"; it seems to have been transferred directly into the minds of the 'Survivors'...]

"Transferred into the mind? Isn't that just like the 'previous generation'?"

Colin's expression turned surprised, followed by bewilderment. "Then why don't I have this feature? Am I no longer a survivor? Or have I been expelled from the ranks of 'Survivors'?"

At any rate, he couldn't feel any mental feature named "Bounty" in his mind.

Because he had been in a rush to deal with several aberrations at the time, he only knew that the "Bounty" feature had appeared, but he didn't know it resided inside his head.

[Perhaps some special experience prevented you from acquiring this feature.]

"...Three minutes ago you dared to address 'Night' directly, and now you're starting to beat around the bush. Especially since I still have over a minute before entering the decay period..."

Colin pondered, though he didn't dwell on it too much, and continued his train of thought. "Is it because I was in a standoff with 'Night' at the time, so the system didn't grant me the 'Bounty' feature?"

Regardless of whether this was the reason, it gave him quite a headache.

Because this meant he didn't have many ways to transmit the conclusions he had deduced...

"Sigh, with one minute left, making a fool of myself is better than nothing..."

Colin sighed inwardly. He could already faintly sense an indescribable sense of "emptiness" originating from his soul...

The gradual decay of his power felt like blood continuously draining away, impossible to stem.

He still wasn't clear on what the direct state of "exhaustion" would actually be like.

The prompt didn't provide much information in this regard, only stating that it would be "very uncomfortable."

However, he felt like he would be rolling around and turning somersaults in discomfort, which would severely damage his dignity in front of his subordinates...

Still... whatever.

Colin shook his head. This entire train of thought had taken less than ten seconds.

He noticed that the line of blood-red, writhing system text in his mind didn't seem to show any signs of disappearing yet.

"Could there still be more content?"

The moment the thought crossed Colin's mind, sure enough, the writhing blood-red characters in his mind transformed and shifted once again.

A brand-new line of text appeared.