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at the same time.

The clump of 'slime' on Noah's side seemed to be enraged as well, splitting off more than a dozen tentacles that crawled up his neck and almost to his ears.

At this critical moment—

"Make way!"

A low shout.

Ren Yi's figure moved with incredible speed through the gaps between the black and red whip shadows, bracing himself against the wall with one hand, and then flipping back in mid-air. The extremely thin thread flashed coldly in the dim passage, and he tightened his wrist.

"call out--"

A whooshing sound rang out as the tentacles that had been pressing against Noah snapped off at their roots, and the pressure on Noah immediately eased as he fell to the ground with a thud.

With a simple roll, he easily pulled Noah out of the slime circle.

However, the creatures behind them did not die. They rapidly gathered together like manipulated mercury, growing even larger than before, and relentlessly pursued the two figures.

It is only five meters away from the exit.

Arbitrarily accelerated, grabbed the edge first, and fell down, with Noah close behind.

Inside the medical room, Nathan and his two fish had vanished without a trace, leaving only a collapsed medicine cabinet and an empty bed.

The two had barely steadied themselves and hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath.

The hole above my head started bubbling and gurgling like water boiling.

A drop or two of dark reddish-brown slime dripped onto the floor, and then...

That gushing, living fluid poured out like a floodgate being opened!

Instead of attacking the two living creatures, it spread rapidly along the ceiling and walls, quickly covering half the room.

Noah's expression was somewhat solemn:

"...I thought these things wouldn't leave the pipes."

He casually wrapped his troubled thoughts back up, then looked up at the blocked hole: "Someone's major artery has a hole, can't they even send out some white blood cells to stop the bleeding?"

"..."

This analogy... is so vivid that Noah couldn't refute it for a moment.

"I've never pushed it to this extent before..."

Noah turned his head, his gaze complex, and suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question:

"By the way, you should know I won't die, right?"

As mentioned before, time on this ship is cyclical, and death cannot erase their existence.

I kept calling him an NPC, but he insisted on coming back to find him just now...

"have no idea."

She coldly cut him off from his next words.

He knew, of course, that Noah wouldn't really die.

But who knows how long it will take to get back online after losing this life?

At least he's an intelligence source with his own backstory, free labor, and a hostage who can be used as a scapegoat in crucial moments.

It's easy to make a quick buck without much trouble.

He is never stingy with such cost-effective investments.

However, Noah clearly didn't think so.

This experience of deviating from the script was somewhat unfamiliar to him. He turned his head to stare at the black and red "slime" that had spread to most of the room, and shrugged casually:

"So cruel, so sad."

"Why don't you go back? I promise I won't meddle in other people's business anymore."

Ren Yi gave Noah a sharp shove, dodging the tentacles that attacked from behind. "Seriously, aren't you a wizard? Can't you at least cast a spell or something to release a fireball?"

Noah was speechless.

He really doesn't know how to do that!

He casually grabbed a medical stainless steel tray from the table, slapped it open with a "bang!" and scattered a clump of tentacles, then disgustedly flicked off the slime on it.

"Don't touch it, or it will seep into your brain through your seven orifices, and then you'll become a part of this ship."

The efficiency of cutting any strand of hair into its parts is very high.

But these things have no physical form and no weaknesses, so what's the use of just cutting water?

He looked up and stared at the hole in the ceiling.

The viscous liquid was still gushing out, threatening to fill the room. The best way to stop the water from spreading was to turn off the tap!

Since these 'white blood cells' are there to stop the bleeding, let's help them heal the 'wound'.

"Noah, cover me."

Dodging the attacks of the tentacles, he slid in and scooped up the section of metal pipe.

To help him, Noah grabbed the half of the overturned medicine cabinet and smashed a hole in the gate.

"Walk!"

Randomly stepping on the about-topply cabinet, he pushed the metal pipe against the gap while in mid-air, propelled by the slime—

The moment the pipes were joined together, it seemed to trigger some kind of isolation mechanism, and the mucus immediately lost its outlet and spontaneously stuck to the joint.

The slime that filled the room lost its activity.

They quickly shrank and dried, turning into a dull, dark gray mass, just like dried bloodstains.

This ship...

Like his "Abyss," it is alive!

The ventilation ducts were damaged, and the room structure was compromised...

They made such a commotion on the ship; normally, any owner would have surrounded the area completely.

"You're saying those men in black are the embodiment of the Narwhal?"

"Can Wonka command them directly?"

"Yes, regarding attack and defense, those bodyguards obeyed his orders completely."

Noah kicked aside the overturned chair and tried to pull open the deformed door of the treatment room.

That's the problem.

They even forced the ship's own immune system to kick in, but Mr. Wonka remained quiet, as if he knew nothing.

The only explanation is that his relationship with the narwhal is not as close as it appears on the surface.

Wonka has no control over the Narwhal.

In other words-

"I think... Wonka doesn't have complete control over this ship."

Noah stared in surprise, somewhat disapproving:

"He's trapped everyone in this cycle, and you're telling me he has no control?"

"These are two different things."

He shook his head. "It's like you pay to rent a house and can use a key to open the door, but if the pipes leak, the landlord will come to fix it. It has little to do with you, the tenant... You're just a user."

Before activating his Symbiosis ability, his Abyss was at best an administrator with high-level privileges on the ship.

The ship needs to be controlled through the system panel to issue commands, which the ship then executes.

But he was not the ship itself, and therefore could not immediately perceive the excruciating pain.

He suddenly thought of Mayor Willy.

On the surface, he appears to be powerful and respected, but in reality, he is just a figurehead, at best a manager, while the real power lies with someone else.

"There's another possibility... we've got Wonka and the ship's primary and secondary roles reversed."

Noah stopped moving: "What do you mean?"

"Wonka is not the owner of the Narwhal."

Arbitrarily determined authentic

"He's at best a high-level employee, or rather... a parasite."