Shrouded Seascape

Chapter 668: Flying Object

When everyone regained their sanity, they recalled the recent events and turned to look at the piles of bodies on the deck.

A shiver of fear ran down their spines at the horrifying sight.

However, their horror was soon replaced by a wave of gratitude toward Charles. If it hadn't been for him, they would have all perished before 005-3.

"Don't crowd around me. Our job is not done yet. I'm sure the ship still has those black specks. We need to clear every last one of them," Charles said through his gritted teeth as Linda removed the black spike from his neck.

After a flurry of activity, the crew members armed themselves with crowbars and shovels. They pried off anything that had anything that resembled black specks attached to them.

Then, they threw the contaminated items overboard into the darkness.

When the crew was done with their tasks, Charles' treatment had also finished. Sipping on a plasma bag, he listened to reports from his first mate and his second mate.

"Those things attach themselves to living beings and alter their thoughts. But they can be dealt with so long as we understand their ability. A carpet search has been conducted on the ship, and all black specks are cleared," Second Mate Nico reported.

After draining his current plasma bag, Charles picked up a new one. "Don't let your guard down. Assign a team to endure the pain of the black spikes and have them become the patrol team."

Charles was a bit afraid of the possibility that they could spread those black specks of dots. Charles was sure that a disaster would surely occur if they end up bringing those black specks with them to the base down below.

After discussing several preventive measures with his crew, the tension in Charles' mind finally began to ease.Discover new chapters at novelhall.com

"Captain... the other... ship... is probably..." Bandages muttered.

A shadow was cast over Charles' countenance. They hadn't followed the Narwhale down and had remained near 005-3. Clearly, they had all met their demise at this point. They had started with five ships on this exploration, but only one ship was going to return to the base.

"Abandon rescue mission. Mark 005-3's location on the nautical chart and designate it as a forbidden zone. No one is to approach it," Charles instructed.

Charles knew little about 005-3, and he couldn't say for sure whether altering human cognition was His only ability. To make matters worse, it was ranked top five in the Foundation's classification of projects, so 005 had to be extremely formidable.

Soon, the massive lights broke through the darkness and approached the Narwhale. At first, Charles thought it was a giant wall emerging from the shadows.

However, when he saw the identification number on the object, he realized that it was a giant aerial vessel that rivaled the size of Ronker.

Under the watchful gazes of everyone on board, the immense steel wall in the darkness descended to reveal a smooth deck with a runway for aircrafts.

As the rows of spotlights lit up, Charles saw the neatly lined planes on the runway and also three rows of Foundation members in white spacesuits.

The figure leading the group wasn't wearing a helmet. His signature mischievous smile and bed of green hair told everyone his identity—the former Second Mate of the Narwhale, Feuerbach.

Charles' expression remained indifferent as he stared at Feuerbach. "So, you've been watching the show from the sidelines all this time?"

Feuerbach shook his head in denial. "Nah. I was thinking of helping you. But who would have thought that you'd end up resolving this issue by yourself? As expected of my esteemed captain."

Charles didn't display any shift in attitude toward Feuerbach's words. Instead, he changed the topic abruptly. "Since the matter has been resolved, why did those people behind you send you here?"

Feuerbach flashed another smile. "We've changed our minds. They believe that you can still be of use, especially amidst such dire times."

With that, Feuerbach tossed something toward Charles.

Charles extended a transparent tentacle and swiftly coiled around the object before bringing it before him. It was a palm-sized metal construct that resembled a disk with a button in the center.

"After much persuasion from Dr. T3, we've decided to enter preliminary cooperation with you. That includes technical support and intelligence sharing."

Click!

The invisible tentacle pressed down on the button, and a circular holographic projection appeared before Charles. A blinking red dot was in the middle of it. It was a three-dimensional map of the darkness that they were navigating.