Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chalice shuddered involuntarily.

His perception seemed to be infinitely elevated.

Yet it can clearly capture the various changes that are happening rapidly in the body.

Every muscle, every bone, every organ was greedily consuming the power emanating from the potion.

ear.

The whispers of the deep sea surged forth like a rising tide.

But now, Chalice is no longer alone in bearing the impact; he can only rely on himself to stay sober.

The Gourmet's Potion solidifies spirituality from a state of flux.

At this moment, it was as if Cheryl had a pillar supporting him.

It can support him, keep him still, and fight against madness.

As the last trace of the medicine receded deep within his body and gradually subsided, Chalice's consciousness abruptly "landed," and he slowly opened his eyes.

Not far away.

Sartre, whose spirit seemed to be subtly emanating from him, couldn't help but ask with concern, "How are you? Do you still remember yourself?"

Upon hearing this...

Chalice was silent for two seconds.

Under Sartre's somewhat uneasy gaze, he raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Who am I... that's a good question."

"I am Chalice, captain of the Homecoming. But now I should add a new title: a Tier 1 Extraordinary in the Gourmet Rank—Chalice!"

"Fantastic!"

Sartre, unusually, did not argue with Chéris.

He let out a soft breath, his eyes filled with joy and relief as he looked at Chalice.

Sartre had only one daughter, Philelen.

Having witnessed the terror and danger of the mysterious sea, he naturally hoped that Philon could stay as far away from the sea as possible and live a peaceful life.

But at least I've been sailing the seas for so many years.

Without passion, it's impossible to persevere no matter what.

Therefore, Cheryl became Sartre's spiritual anchor.

You can tell from how he distributes his property.

He spent a huge sum of money to secure a job at a bank for his biological daughter.

This tavern will likely be left to her as well.

However, the Tulip, worth hundreds of gold coins, was "temporarily loaned" to Chalice by Sartre on a lease basis.

No deposit is required, and rent is not payable monthly.

Sartre would symbolically ask for a little something whenever he remembered.

I have no interest in it. Even if Cheryl gives it to me on time, I just curse her a couple of times and then change the subject.

Anyone with eyes can see it.

This valuable cargo ship is essentially already in Cherries's possession.

Such generosity naturally attracts gossip and idle chatter.

The rumor that Chéris was Sartre's illegitimate son has been fabricated in countless versions by jealous people...

"To be honest, I really don't know anything about the abilities of extraordinary gourmets."

A look of curiosity gleamed in Sartre's eyes.

Given his age and experience, it would be difficult for him to encounter anything that would pique his curiosity.

Although I had dealt with gourmets before, chaos and order are inherently opposed, and those who are not extraordinary within this sequence have no way of knowing the truth.

This led him to know many extraordinary abilities, but only superficially.

In this regard.

Chalice made no attempt to hide anything.

From both a moral and logical standpoint, he had no reason to hide it.

Sartre not only saved his life, but also taught him the skills of navigation.

Chalice will remember this kindness.

Moreover, as a veteran extraordinary being, Sartre's understanding of the mysticism was certainly better than that of a novice like himself.

If there's anything that doesn't seem right, he can offer his opinion.

"Hmm... let me summarize properly..."

Chalice did not rush to answer.

He earnestly experienced the leap in his life and the various benefits brought about by spiritual awakening.

In addition to the most basic physical enhancement and heightened senses.

The Gourmet Potion also granted him true extraordinary abilities!

"First of all, there's my stomach... let's call it a 'big stomach' and a 'good appetite'."

"My digestive ability has been greatly improved, and I can eat more food. I can also get nutrients from food faster and easier."

"Sounds pretty good."

Sadie nodded. "I've always thought you were a smart kid. You can always explain complex concepts in the simplest and most concise way."

"Even if you don't go to sea, it shouldn't be too difficult for you to get into university."

"That sounds good too."

Chalice smiled slightly, "Maybe I can actually get a degree sometime in the future."

"Then there's my knowledge of food, which allows me to more clearly distinguish whether something is toxic, how to cook it, and how to eat it. I should call it 'good eyesight' and 'good skills'."

"Seriously..."

Sartre commented, "If you ever decide you don't want to go to sea anymore, you could come work for me as a cook. Running a tavern might actually earn you just as much as sailing!"

"Great! I hope that day will really come!"

Chalice smiled and agreed, "The last ability is a bit... uh... vague and ethereal. It's hard for me to describe its specific effects."

"To put it simply, my proficiency in handling the same type of ingredient increases rapidly."

"Moreover, once you're skilled, you can quickly and accurately find the texture of the ingredients that's easy to cut, making it easier to divide the ingredients perfectly."

"That sounds... pretty good..."

After a moment of silence, Sartre said in a deep voice, "Have you considered whether this ability, if used on a human body, would also trigger the same effect?"

"Probably... I'm not entirely sure..."

Chalice remained noncommittal.

Being able to organize a cargo ship to sail so many times, simply offering generous compensation isn't enough to keep everyone in line.

One hand holds a big stick, the other a sweet date.

This is a technique that Chalice has become quite adept at.

The monsters that invade the ship will not be spared by bullets.

But his revolver had also shattered the heads of treacherous usurpers more than once.

You wouldn't dare kill someone at sea?

Sooner or later, you and your ship will become someone else's spoils of war...

Chalice dislikes taking other people's lives.

But once he makes his decision, he won't show any mercy.

That's why old foxes like Wirtz were willing to continue following this young captain.

A leader who can't handle responsibility is less than toilet paper.

Chalice was thinking that with this ability, could he execute criminals with a knife or even by hand, thus saving bullets?

After all, firearms are mostly sold in bulk.

Arms dealers make their money from a continuous supply of ammunition.

"Phew...no matter how you look at it..."

Chalice breathed a sigh of relief. "It's truly an extraordinary achievement! Uncle Sartre, I owe you another huge favor!"

"Let's keep the thank you messages to a minimum!"

Sartre pulled out a bottle of red wine from some corner.

"I'm not just doing this for you. Extraordinary people can earn more, and I can earn more by chartering boats, can't I?"

Upon hearing this...

Chalice just smiled and didn't argue.

"Oh, right!"

Sartre suddenly reminded him, "The path to extraordinary isn't all good. You must be feeling a little uncomfortable; can you sense it?"

"If I had to say..."

After thinking for a moment, Chalice said frankly, "Does a surge in appetite count? And it's not just that my appetite has increased, I've also become more picky about food!"

"The key issue is that the surge in appetite has been accompanied by a decrease in other desires. As for sex... tsk! It's not that I'm completely uninterested, but ordinary beauty no longer excites me..."

"oh?

Upon hearing Cheryl's "unspeakable secret," Sartre was taken aback for a moment, but after understanding, he immediately beamed with joy.

"That's a good thing!"