Chapter 77: Dinosaur
Anse thought hard but to no avail, so he set it aside for now. Without enough information, thinking about it was pointless.
He opened the personal belongings looted from the slave ship captain and appraised them one by one.
Besides these things, he didn’t touch anything else on the ship. After all, it was a group effort, and even as the main core, he shouldn’t take all the things without permission.
A longsword, a leather armor, a water bottle, and two healing potions.
The longsword is fine quality, relatively “plain,” with attack roll and damage roll +1, no other features, but very practical.
The leather armor is very special because it comes with a curse.
【Magical Item: Fungal Weave Armor】
「Type」: Armor
「Rarity」: Rare（Requires Attunement）
This purely natural armor is interwoven with fibers and caps from a purple fungus, which is very tough and can continuously grow under the influence of restorative spells.
While wearing the armor, your Constitution increases by 2, up to a maximum of 20, and each time you regain life, you gain temporary life equal to half the amount regained, at which time you gain resistance to corrosion.
Parasitic Curse: Once you don this magical armor and complete attunement, you cannot remove it unless you die or have remove curse cast on you.
When you end attunement with this armor, your Constitution score decreases by 2. This effect lasts 8-18 days or until you attune to it again.
‘Looks pretty good.’ Anse shook his head regretfully. The thing was nice, but he couldn’t use it.
He had dragon scale, his natural armor was already high, so he didn’t need to wear these armors that hindered movement or spellcasting.
The thing that satisfied him most was the water bottle.
【Magical Item: Alchemist’s Jug】
「Type」: Curio
「Rarity」: Fine Quality
This clay jug appears to hold 1 gallon（3.79 liters） of liquid, but whether empty or full, it weighs 12 pounds. Shaking it produces the sound of liquid sloshing regardless of whether it contains any.
You can use a magic command to make the alchemist’s jug produce the liquid you need. The output amount depends on the liquid type you specify, and it can only produce one type per day.
Liquid Types: Acid, poison, lamp oil, vinegar, mayonnaise, honey, beer, wine, fresh water, salt water.
‘This is really a good thing.’ Anse narrowed his eyes, in a great mood.
This thing might not seem high-grade, but its sale price would surely not be cheap. It was extremely important to certain groups, like crew members.
The key was that it could make money. If choosing wine, it could produce 2 gallons a day, roughly equivalent to 15 bottles of one-pound wine, which could sell for a lot of small money.
And acid and poison—these things were hard to buy and generally quite expensive.
The only regret was that he couldn’t specify the liquid himself. The alchemist’s jug could only produce 10 preset recipes set by its creator.
He returned to the dining room, found a wooden basin, opened the alchemist’s jug and poured, and a yellow liquid with dense bubbles flowed out, with a rich malt aroma hitting the nose.
‘This beer is good quality.’ He knew his stuff and had drunk plenty of beer.
He didn’t plan to drink these wines, since others had drunk from them. He planned to empty them all, wash them clean, disinfect, and use them tomorrow.
The dice spun slightly and popped up the beer’s information. Anse glanced at it casually and immediately felt a chill down his spine.
【Beer containing deadly poison……】
‘Even on the verge of death, you still scheme against others. Your heart is black!’ He couldn’t help cursing under his breath.
He quickly poured out all the beer to avoid anyone accidentally drinking it.
But this minor mishap didn’t affect his mood. He returned to the rooftop and communicated the latest situation to Finn.
【Quesser】 sailed south for over two hours without incident, then Salian anchored outside a fishing village along the coast.
This place had not been attacked by merfolk and appeared quiet and peaceful.
This position wasn’t absolutely safe, but no one wanted to keep going, still hoping the merfolk would retreat so they could return to Silver Scale Bay.
Anse and Finn exchanged a glance but said nothing. Based on the information from Greyhawk, the merfolk… probably weren’t leaving.
Anse didn’t need to worry about watch duty. He forcibly dragged Brat and Kalenno back to the cabin to rest. No matter what they had to do, they needed to rest first.
——
The next day, the sun quietly rose above the horizon, plating the earth and all things with a golden edge.
Anse was awakened by his biological clock. He sat up and found that except for Finn on watch, who was snoring on the bed, Brat and the other were gone.
He quietly went out, closed the door properly, and made his way to the deck, where he found everyone gathered, pointing at the sky.
Anse looked up and saw that the sky overhead was actually two colors, sharply divided. Above the fishing village to the northeast, it was blue skies with white clouds, gentle breeze and birds flying, everything normal.
The sky to the southwest showed a strange metallic color, cold like a steel curtain.
The two seemed like two worlds, with an invisible gray line between them, slowly moving toward the northeast.
Anse’s heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly looked at Salian: “When did this happen?”
“It was like this when I woke up, maybe last night, maybe this morning.” Salian shook his head slightly, eyes dazed, then pointed behind him. “Look over there!”
Anse hurried to the other ship’s rail and saw that behind the ship was no longer endless ocean, but a lush jungle, as if… it had always been there.
His scalp tingled, expression tense: “Aren’t we in Sword Sea? How did it become a lake?”
This was too outrageous. Even a nine-ring spell couldn’t change the landscape like this, and leave so many professionals completely unaware.
Salian gripped the short sword at his waist, talking nonstop: “The small fishing village is still there. The watch sailor told me everything was normal. Finn said the battles in Baldur’s Gate and Silver Scale Bay are basically over. Silver Scale Bay is gone…”
Greyhawk had been circling over Baldur’s Gate and Silver Scale Bay until dawn before resting. Baldur’s Gate had lost two city districts but had at least held.
Rivertown District had higher riverbanks with few landing points. The new battle group led by the Flame Fist had set up defenses in advance, cooperating with various guilds and churches to forcefully repel the merfolk.
Only Silver Scale Bay was completely done for, occupied by merfolk, with masses of disaster victims fleeing to Rivertown, casualties… countless.
But none of that mattered to them anymore, because their surroundings had become even stranger. They had to figure out what happened and leave as soon as possible.
“Look, what is that monster?” An elf suddenly raised a hand and pointed toward the forest.
Everyone looked and saw vegetation shaking at the forest edge, with two massive creatures faintly visible fighting. Thinner trees were successively knocked down—it looked extremely violent.
Anse jumped onto the sterncastle, focused his gaze, and the dice spun wildly at far beyond normal speed.
Ding—
【Triceratops, Huge Beast, Challenge Rating 5】
“Dinosaur!” His mind was full of question marks. “Does Faerun have dinosaurs?”
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He looked up at the steel-like sky, eyes wide:
“Abel!”
Abel is Toril’s twin world, originally part of the same prehistoric world, later split into two independent worlds by the god of gods.
The two worlds share the same sun and moon but develop along their own paths in different dimensions.
During the magical plague era, the two worlds experienced partial realm convergence, causing area swaps. Dragonborn came from Abel to Toril during that period.
And Abel also has the Underdark!
