Late at night.Yang Yi lay in bed, tossing and turning.He was having a nightmare.In the dream, Suna had him tied to a metal table—his limbs bound tightly by leather straps, completely immobile.Meanwhile, the hunger churning inside him drove him nearly insane.【Supreme Appetite: Your sanity is rapidly declining.】Yang Yi’s sanity had dropped below 50—he’d entered a state of madness.But madness didn’t suppress hunger—it only amplified his strength.The taut leather straps creaked and strained under the growing force.Suna stepped out, a playful smile on her lips as she watched Yang Yi struggle—like a scientist observing a lab animal.“Disobedient doggies deserve to be punished!”With a mischievous grin, she rummaged through her pouch and pulled out something blue—thick as an arm, shaped like a club?“Awooo!!”Stimulated, {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} Yang Yi let out a howl and transformed into a werewolf.The leather straps snapped like paper—nothing could restrain that brutal power.He lunged at Suna, jaws wide open.She screamed in terror, face going pale.Yang Yi felt an intoxicating rush as he sank his fangs into her neck, tearing her throat apart, drinking the blood until only a pool of gore remained—and then he licked it clean.That taste… it was sweet!Yang Yi suddenly jolted awake—Suna was sitting right beside his bed, rummaging through her pouch.Exactly like in the dream.Still shaken, Yang Yi instinctively pounced and pinned her down.His sharp claws pierced into her shoulder, staining her clothes red.But Suna didn’t cry out.She simply stared at him with her usual cool, detached gaze and said calmly,“You were having a nightmare.”That voice and her familiar scent brought Yang Yi back to his senses.“Sorry!”He quickly released her—then realized he was still in werewolf form.As his claws withdrew, Suna’s body trembled slightly from the pain.Yang Yi canceled the transformation. His three-meter frame rapidly shrank, and in a fluster, he fumbled for a regeneration potion.“I’ve got one.”Suna refused his offer, sat up, and drank her own regeneration potion from her pouch. The bleeding stopped instantly.“I’m sorry—I was dreaming. I didn’t mean to—”Yang Yi tried to explain, but Suna cut him off coldly, clearly not wanting to dwell on it.“You’d better drink more sleeping potions.”“Okay.”Without another word, Suna stood and returned to her room through the opening in the wall—almost sneaking away.“Suna, why are you always in my room?” he asked, puzzled.“Because your nightmares are so noisy I can’t sleep!”“Ah… I see…”Yang Yi was speechless.“Sorry. Does your shoulder hurt?”“It’s fine.”Suna returned to her room.Yang Yi lay back down, but sleep was impossible.He had transformed into a werewolf in the dream—and in reality too.That meant whatever happened in the nightmare could affect the real world. The sense of realism had been too strong.“Maybe I should just seal that hole…” he muttered.“No need to seal it!”Suna’s voice came from the next room, startling him.She’d heard that? Her ears were really sharp.Yang Yi couldn’t figure out what was going through her mind, so he gave up trying.The sleeping potion worked, but once taken, it knocked him out for more than twenty hours—too long for frequent use.He looked at his blood-stained fingers. The scent of blood still lingered in his nose.Almost unconsciously, he extended his tongue and licked it.“It really is… sweet.”Yang Yi froze—then his expression darkened, a spark of anger rising within.Something was off about that dream.The Suna in it wasn’t like the real one at all.She would never teasingly call him “a naughty doggy.”And if he really pinned her down, she wouldn’t scream in terror—she’d glare daggers at him instead.But one thing had been accurate—the taste of her blood.Yang Yi looked at his fingers again, tempted to lick them—but stopped himself, washing the blood away with fresh water.This… was the werewolf’s side effect.***Meanwhile.In her room, Suna was examining her wound.“Hopefully I didn’t catch lycanthropy…” she muttered.But considering how high Yang Yi’s body temperature had been, it was probably fine.Then, from her pouch, she pulled out a secret prize she’d collected—some of Yang Yi’s fur from his werewolf form.The fur could retract into his skin—utterly incredible.And when he transformed, his mass changed—Suna could feel it.Before, his body had been burned and damaged, making comparisons hard.But now she could confirm it: his weight increased after transforming.That defied the law of mass conservation.Could it be due to magus particles?Suna took out a small vial of the “super magic potion.”It was only 5 mL—she still hadn’t decided how to use it.“Still… Yang Yi really hit hard!”She couldn’t help feeling a bit resentful.She had only gone to check on him because she was worried!Though… on her way back, she did secretly snip off a bit of his mane fur…***Dawn.Yang Yi hadn’t slept a wink.Thinking back on all his prophetic nightmares so far, this one felt the most off.Of course, that was likely because he trusted and understood Suna well.If it had been a stranger instead, the results might’ve been different.“Dream scenes—just for reference…” he concluded, classifying this one as such.But that intense hunger—he couldn’t forget it.It might represent the greatest danger in the Fertile Sea region.He’d have to take food supplies very seriously.Yang Yi opened the captain’s cabin door, raised the anchor, and resumed sailing.Glancing at the sea chart—there were about twelve days left until they reached the Fertile Sea.Only a little over ten million players remained in the Extreme Winter Sea.Within days, that number would likely drop to zero.The price of lumber had risen to 8 Conch Coins.Even finding another lush island wouldn’t yield as much profit now.He checked the lookout tower’s cooldown—nine hours left. It’d be evening before he could scan the area again.“I’ll try to finish forging the greatsword and tower shield before sunset.”With his plan set, Yang Yi grabbed a roasted Fire Macaque from the courtyard.Once dried, the meat resembled jerky—hardly recognizable.He bit into it; the taste was strong and earthy, but not unpleasant.Still, compared to that… Suna’s blood had been far more delicious.Yang Yi tensed. He quickly decided to switch to black bread and fire bananas instead.After eating, he headed to the workshop to start forging the greatsword.Before he finished the first one, Suna appeared—joining the sword-forging effort.Yang Yi wanted to ask about her shoulder, but for some reason…she seemed to be in exceptionally good spirits.

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