Chapter 920: Losing Sanity (2/2)

He then used the teeth to scrape away on it, grinding it down to the size of a needle. He then used the worm-like fish's tendons to sew its skin back together. This way, he reduced the extent of its damage.

From there, he began to work. After some days passed, he spotted a school of fishes flowing past, barely managing to capture some using his clothes as a net.

During his free time, Krune used the worm-like fish's body as support while using his legs to paddle through the water. This way, he practiced swimming, preparing for the day he would be in the ocean on his own.

Previously, he had only survived by banking on his trove of experience. Then again, he couldn't say it would always be the case. After all, he was inexperienced in the art of swimming. With that, Krune began to train accordingly.

Moreover, he discovered a rather surprising fact. The ocean water was different from all the water he had come across. It seemed to contain a property beneficial to the body. As he soaked himself in the ocean water, his injuries began to heal.

Nevertheless, the healing speed was incomparably slow. Even a scratch took a day to heal. Moreover, it only increased his natural recovery by a small amount. At the very least, thanks to it, Krune's injuries didn't worsen his condition.

Moreover, the water also prevented any meat from rotting thanks to its beneficial property. This was the reason Krune could safely consume the worm-like fish's meat without any risks. Then again, after eating some of it, he left the remaining as is to ensure he had a soft platform underneath him.

As days passed, Krune came across numerous fishes swimming in the oceans above and below him. They weren't the threatening kind but rather seemed like regular fishes. He began to hunt for them and stored enough of them for his later needs.

As the water prevented their corpses from rotting, he used that to his advantage and racked a pile of fish for his food needs. The first three nights were the most nerve-wracking since he was alert against anything that might spring up on him.

But as the days passed, he became less vigilant, even going to the extent of stopping his body from glowing during the nights, remaining in the dark. His mortal fear of the dark continued to diminish. And, with a decrease in fear came a reduced care for survival.

...which resulted in his current situation after almost a month has passed in such a fashion. Krune had used the skin of the fishes to stitch on the worm-like fish's carcass, reinforcing it into a sturdier platform that he could comfortably rest on.

He had adjusted its body shape to resemble the float above, using the extra space to rest and relax while making his tools.

As he was using a tooth to shave a long piece of bone, something jumped up from the water, opening its mouth to clamp on Krune. In reflex, Krune's left hand moved, carrying the bone he was working on to plunge it into the mouth of the fish.

The bone hit the depth of the fish's mouth, going further in before choking on it, causing internal damage. As the fish had clamped shut in reflex, it noticed to its horror that its teeth cracked when coming into contact with the bone.

Krune's right hand went to his hip and pulled out one of the hung knives, thrusting it through the head of the attacking fish. The fish twitched for a dozen seconds before turning still. Even then, Krune didn't take out the knife.

Instead, he left the knife as is and pulled out a second knife from his hip, also plunging it into the fish, watching it twitch immediately, showing that it was just playing dead all along.

His vacant eyes glanced at his thigh, watching the deep bite marks of teeth that revealed his bone, gently placing the fish before him, all along using the long bone to prevent it from moving. Using a couple of knives, he quickly diced it up into many pieces.

Once he did that, he worked on it, extracting all the bones and internal organs from it. He dumped them on the ocean and separated the skin from the body. He washed both of them first, storing the flesh in a leather sack he had created.

As for the skin of the fish, he set it aside for the time being.

Layer 3: Double Ocean!

A layer of the Sub-Realm that had completely changed the cultivator that was once overpowered among his peers.