I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Soon, the supplies at Ilamut Port were gathered and transported by the Fishman.

On Han Zhan’s side, it was he and Feng Xiaozao responsible for loading them onto the ”Gray Sparrow”.

With the cannon aimed at the Fishmen, they dared not make any rash moves.

The supplies at Ilamut Port were far less than expected.

After all, it’s merely a small port, the first supply station belonging to Newbie Village, and the things it can provide are limited.

However, among these supplies, they still found the urgently needed ingredients and medicine.

The selected portion of supplies was taken away by Li Lingzhen and Xia Youwei, who further enhanced them through their respective roles and talents.

”Carefully cooked egg fried rice: +20 Hunger Value, +5 Spiritual Value. Large quantity and filling, but lacks gourmet flavor, seems to enhance 1% body defense under the chef’s special processing, effects last for 1 hour.”

”Painkillers (special version): +15 Health Value, +10 Spiritual Value. Special effect, restores 1 Health Value and 2 Spiritual Value every 5 minutes after consumption, effect lasts for 1 hour. (Unique effect)”

”Simple bandage (enhanced version): +5 Health Value, +1 Spiritual Value. Enhanced effect, additionally increases 1 Health Value and 1 Spiritual Value.”

Simple food and medicine solved the pressing needs of the ”Gray Sparrow”.

The worst-off Shang Siteng gradually recovered after consuming a portion of egg fried rice and a painkiller.

Meanwhile, Han Zhan was negotiating with the Fishmen at Ilamut Port.

”Is this really all the supply?” He asked suspiciously, ”Ilamut Port is at least a supply port, where are the materials?”

”Lowly... oh no, esteemed sir, this is already all the supplies we could gather.”

One of the elder Fishmen spoke.

”You came at the wrong time, Ilamut Port distributes supplies on Mondays, lasting for a week. Today is the weekend, the last day of supply distribution.”

”Other warships passing by have already purchased most of the supplies, leaving very little.”

Upon hearing this, Han Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly, ”Are you lying to me? The crew of the ’Nightwalker’ is clearly here as well, you tell me the supplies are almost gone?”

Saying this, he weighed a bag of water currency in his hand, roughly four to five hundred pieces, with an unsatisfied tone.

Han Zhan could see the anger and resentment hidden in the eyes of the Fishmen as they looked down, as well as the name colors above their heads like traffic lights.

However, none of this mattered.

In Han Zhan’s view, since the two sides have already turned hostile, there’s no need to leave any room.

He would just squeeze out the remaining value of Ilamut Port.

”Sir, we truly did not deceive you. The situation with the ’Nightwalker’ and other fleets is different.”

”It’s one of the top fleets in this sea, a single supply point is far from meeting its needs, so it sends sailors to multiple supply ports to purchase supplies.”

”Ilamut Port is just one of its purchasing points, and it buys not key materials but rather daily food and simple medicines for the lowest tier sailors.”

The old Fishman’s words made Han Zhan nod silently.

If this is true, then there’s indeed no problem.

At least logically speaking, it makes sense.

It’s just a bit unfortunate, as the old Fishman said, the timing of their attack on Ilamut Port was not ideal.

If it were Monday, just after the supply replenishment, how abundant would the supplies at Ilamut Port be? Thinking of this, Han Zhan couldn’t help contemplating the possibility of attacking Ilamut Port again on Monday.

The old Fishman, under Han Zhan’s strange gaze, shivered with a chill down his spine.

Better forget it, this attack on Ilamut Port happened to encounter few defensive forces. After this raid, Ilamut Port would surely strengthen its defenses... Han Zhan thought, dismissing the idea.

Though by next Monday, the ”Gray Sparrow’s” combat power would be multiplied several times, undoubtedly.

But to put himself unnecessarily in a possible encirclement for one Ilamut Port, facing more unknown situations would not be a wise decision.

As a captain, he needed to consider the entire crew of the ”Gray Sparrow”.

At this time, the harvest from Ilamut Port was already sorted out by Shang Siteng and her team:

Food enough for about a week’s worth, plus twenty painkillers and fifty bandages, that was the entire haul.

Meanwhile, a special game prompt sounded in Han Zhan’s ear:

”Congratulations on completing a ’Small Supply Port Raid’.”

”’Gray Sparrow’s’ sea reputation: +500 points.”

”’Gray Sparrow’s’ relations with Fishman Race deteriorated to ’Hostile’. Under hostile relations, you can no longer observe the opponent’s Level, Name, Hostility Value, and other information.”

Listening to the prompt in his ear, when Han Zhan looked at the old Fishman and others again, the traffic light above their heads indeed disappeared.

However, the hatred in their eyes seemed only thicker.

Attacking Ilamut Port, looting supplies, gaining sea reputation, and power relationships, this truly is a complete virtual game world.

Just as Han Zhan was disturbed by the game prompt and fell into contemplation,

The old Fishman at a very close position to Han Zhan, with eyes lowered, showed extremely crazed hatred.

Because the ’Nightwalker’ sailor Fox who died early on was his son!

Swipe!

The old Fishman swiftly pulled out a sharp dagger from behind his ankle, quickly darting towards Han Zhan.

”You are still too young, adventurer.”

”Let me give you a piece of advice, on Water Planet, do not leave your ship unless necessary.”

”Otherwise... just like now, even if your talents are strong, lost your ship and your close combat ability can’t possibly match the Fishman Race’s...”

The old Fishman’s words abruptly stopped.

Because the dagger in his hand was firmly caught between two of Han Zhan’s fingers.

He hadn’t even turned to look behind.

”Thank you for your advice.”

”However, there are always some people who, even when having left the ship, can still protect themselves, like—me.”

While speaking, Han Zhan gestured the previously agreed signal to the ready ”Gray Sparrow” artillerymen.

As he kicked away the old Fishman attempting to attack him and returned to the warship, the three rotating cannons simultaneously spewed out scorching flames.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The already dilapidated Ilamut Port once again collapsed under the cannon fire.

”You successfully destroyed ’Ilamut Port’.”

”’Gray Sparrow’s’ sea reputation: +2000 points.”

”’Gray Sparrow’s’ relations with Fishman Race deteriorated to ’Arch-enemy’.”