Giant Fish Survival: I Can Hear the Giant Fish's Heart

Afterwards, Zhou Wen gave Jiang Haitao the portion of mirror-skinned mullet meat that he had specially saved, which earned Jiang Haitao's repeated thanks.

In fact, Zhou Wen agreed with Zhao Teng's previous proposal of a small group. In this world, rapid development cannot be achieved by relying on just one person. One person's ability is ultimately limited, so he wanted to gradually build a small group under his control.

However, forming a small group is not something to rush into; he needs to find trustworthy people to join, which will take time.

In the following days, Zhou Wen used the 10,000 portions of seaweed he had exchanged for basic materials that day to make Leviathan a midnight snack.

Ten thousand portions of seaweed wasn't a lot, and Zhou Wenzhi spent half an hour moving them all into the digestion tank.

Ten thousand portions of seaweed are not much for the Transformed Leviathan's appetite. However, Zhou Wen did not intend to feed the Transformed Leviathan to its full capacity. Consider it a small extra meal to see if it could slightly accelerate the Transformed Leviathan's growth.

Having finished everything for the day, Zhou Wen inspected his crops again. The watermelon blossoms had withered, and beneath the withered little yellow flowers grew a small watermelon, already the size of a ping-pong ball.

"The watermelons have already formed so quickly. It seems they'll be ripe by tomorrow," Zhou Wenxin guessed happily.

Then I glanced at the sweet potatoes. They had already started to bloom, with purple trumpet-shaped flowers, so they probably wouldn't be long before they were ripe.

Finally, Zhou Wen arrived at the seaweed planting box and looked inside with some anticipation, but the golden thread fruit still hadn't sprouted, which made him somewhat worried.

"Is it because this golden seaweed takes a long time to grow? Or is it for some other reason?" It's been almost two days since the golden seaweed was planted, and there's been no reaction at all, which makes Zhou Wen wonder if he's doing something wrong with his planting method.

"Let's go to sleep first. If it still hasn't sprouted by tomorrow, we'll think of something else."

The transformed Leviathan had already stopped moving and was resting, so Zhou Wen stopped thinking about it and went straight to sleep.

Nothing happened that night. When Zhou Wen woke up, it was already the ninth day since he came to this world.

As soon as Zhou Wengang woke up, he went to the seaweed planting box to check if the golden silk fruit had sprouted, because he had dreamed last night that the golden silk fruit had sprouted and grown into golden seaweed seedlings.

But the result disappointed Zhou Wen; the golden thread fruit in the seaweed planting box remained unchanged.

Zhou Wen could only sigh and turn to look at the watermelon and sweet potato. Watermelons and sweet potatoes always brought him joy. After growing overnight, the watermelon was already the size of a fist, and the sweet potato flowers had withered. Presumably, sweet potatoes had already started to grow in the soil.

After checking his crops, Zhou Wen began his work for the day. He first sent the spiked helmet blueprints to Jiang Haitao, and then glanced at today's price of spiked krill shells. After yesterday's large-scale purchases and price increases, today's price of spiked krill shells was 30 units of basic materials.

Zhou Wen continued to have Jiang Haitao purchase large quantities of spiky krill shells, and also gave Jiang Haitao the blueprints for the wooden shield, instructing him to start selling the wooden shield when the price of spiky krill shells reached 40 units of basic materials.

Now we just have to wait and see how things develop.

After a while, the Phantom Leviathan entered the feeding phase. Zhou Wen hid behind the algae oxygenation tank and looked at the number of survivors in the upper right corner of the system interface, which was still 1 million/1 million. In so many days, not a single survivor had died.

But starting today, survivors won't be as safe as before.

Splash~ Splash~.

The esophageal diaphragm opened, and seawater rushed into the stomach wall space. Zhou Wen immediately withdrew his attention from the system interface, put on the spiked armor, and then focused all his energy on his ears, listening to the sounds in the water.

After confirming that there was no significant movement in the water, Zhou Wen used the mirror-like fish, which he had laid out as a mirror, to check the situation in the seawater again. Only after confirming that there was no danger did he finally feel relieved.

Since there were no dangerous organisms in the seawater, Zhou Wen opened the blueprints for the algae oxygenation tank and began constructing it.

Today, unlike yesterday, the world chat channel wasn't filled with people waiting for Zhou Wen to set up the algae oxygenation tank. Instead, they were discussing anchor worms and hoping they wouldn't encounter them.

Zhou Wen didn't care what they were talking about. After all 20 algae oxygenation tanks were completed and listed on the trading channel, he posted a listing message on the world chat channel, reminding them to buy them.

The 20 algae aeration tanks sold out quickly, selling out almost immediately after being listed.

At this point, the number of survivors recorded in the upper right corner of the world system changed; people began to die.

And the death toll continued to rise, from a dozen to several hundred, then to tens of thousands. For a time, the world's communication channels fell silent, and the fear of death lingered in everyone's hearts.

"How could so many people have died on the first day of feeding?" Zhou Wen frowned deeply as he looked at the tens of thousands of dead bodies. This was completely different from his previous predictions.

According to Zhou Wen's previous prediction, the anchor worms should have started to appear on a large scale on the 12th day, but today is only the 9th day. The only people who should have encountered anchor worms are probably the few dozen people who bought algae aeration tanks.

"Or is today just the beginning, and the real large-scale outbreak won't start until the 12th day?" Thinking of this, Zhou Wen felt a chill run down his spine.

If things were really as he thought, he didn't even dare to imagine how many people would die on the 12th day.

Time passed slowly, and the death toll continued to rise until the Leviathan's feeding phase ended, at which point the death toll had reached nearly 100,000.

Zhou Wen didn't encounter any danger and safely passed the feeding stage, but he was shocked when he saw the death toll of nearly 100,000.

Today is only the beginning, and nearly 100,000 people have already died. By the 12th day, won't tens of millions of people have died?

"This is too ridiculous..." Zhou Wen felt that the death toll of tens of millions was absurd. If the death rate was like this, how could they survive? In the end, only a very small number of people would be able to live.

However, this very small number of people will suffer a sharp decrease in the speed of resource acquisition due to the loss of a large population, which will slow down the development speed and ultimately lead to their demise.

But Zhou Wen was powerless to stop the rate of death; he could only hope that fewer people would die.

[Brother Wen, many people have begged me to lower the price of spiked helmets or waive processing fees. What should I do?]

Don't lower the price of spiked helmets; sell wooden shields to those who lack basic materials.

The wooden shield originally cost 100 base materials, but you told them that to make things easier for them, the price was reduced to 50 base materials.

Jiang Haitao did as Zhou Wen said. Although Jiang Haitao did not lower the price, he sold 50 sets of basic wooden shields, so at least they wouldn't be empty-handed when facing the Anchor Worm.

Jiang Haitao's decision to lower the price of his wooden shields helped him regain some of his reputation.

After some hesitation, Zhou Wen decided to help these survivors one more time by selling the wooden foundations.