TYMIMA Chapter 96

Before Lance and Zhan Pingchuan withdrew from the Spirit Realm system, they had already discussed tomorrow’s bidding plan.

 

So in reality, they tacitly didn’t talk business, only about love.

 

Li Bang had no choice but to spit in disgust, turn around and leave to eavesdrop on others’ secrets.

 

However, besides hearing several guild representatives hiding in their rooms cursing High Tower Guild, there were no other key points.

 

He specifically went to observe High Tower Guild and found that group of people were addicted to playing cards and mahjong, looking like they had no career ambitions. He didn’t know why they were being cursed.

 

Li Bang could only send Selarl a report of “no abnormalities for now,” then returned to his suite to rest.

 

Tomorrow’s bidding time was 7 PM. Once the king’s demanding requirements were met, Tasman would welcome new changes.

 

Did an omega think that just by living long, he could become Tasman’s eternal ruler?

 

Ridiculous.

 

The world would eventually set things right. Tasman should have been ruled by alphas long ago, changing those harsh and unreasonable laws.

 

Moonlight fell toward the sea. The surface was an expanse of boundless tranquility, with turbines rolling past like a mirror being cut with a wound.

 

A sea turtle moved underwater, its barely noticeable figure flashing by.

 

In the deep seabed, Sandro picked up the small sea turtle that had crawled into his bedchamber, his fingers gently stroking its carapace.

 

The small sea turtle couldn’t speak. It lifted its delicate, small front claws, placing its cool webbed feet on Sandro’s fingertips.

 

Sandro smiled almost imperceptibly.

 

The sea turtle’s visit meant Chen Shun’an had successfully obtained help. Those two people indeed hadn’t disappointed him—worthy of being chosen to inherit the leadership of High Tower and Ghost Eye.

 

Sandro’s fingers transformed into jellyfish tentacles, gently coiling around the small sea turtle and sending it into the seawater.

 

The small sea turtle hurriedly used all four claws, diving into the deep sea and disappearing.

 

Sandro walked to the mirror and looked at his face.

 

He picked up a comb, arranged his hair, then pinched that ink-purple scale and stepped out of the bedchamber.

 

“Your Majesty, there are still three days until your engagement ceremony with Prince Selarl. Where are you going?” Immediately, one of Selarl’s diligent spies came forward, blocking Sandro’s path.

 

Sandro looked at him coldly. Transparent tentacles instantly wrapped around his neck, releasing burning toxins.

 

“Do I need to report to you what I’m doing?”

 

The spy’s face turned red and swollen. He struggled and writhed, showing terror in his eyes: “No… no.”

 

Just as the spy was nearly suffocating and hanging by a thread, Sandro released him.

 

The spy immediately knelt on the ground, covering his throat, desperately coughing and gasping. On his neck remained a circle of hideous, purple-red strangulation marks.

 

Sandro looked down at this young man trembling with fear, his eyes compassionate: “If you died right now, what would you gain?”

 

These young people loved Selarl’s obsession, belligerence, and fanaticism. Many weren’t even threatened or bribed but voluntarily worked for Selarl.

 

They didn’t even understand what they had lost, didn’t know how much impact their actions would have on Tasman.

 

They were at an age where they didn’t have to be responsible for historical processes. Their lives were being dominated by false emotions.

 

Sandro didn’t take his life.

 

Because regardless of the final outcome, they all had to witness it with their own eyes—see what their actions had led to, see where Tasman would lean from now on, see how difficult it was to build civilization and how swift its collapse could be.

 

Perhaps one day they would regret the decisions they made at this moment, but it would be too late.

 

Their lives were just bumps in history.

 

Sandro walked under the kelp tree, picked a bubble, and the trunk continuously supplied gas to the bubble. Soon, the bubble completely enveloped Sandro.

 

He didn’t want to wet his clothes, so he didn’t transform into an immortal jellyfish.

 

He walked within the bubble, passing through the bedchamber’s corridors, and under the gaze of more spies, walked straight into the deep sea without looking aside.

 

The coolness of the seawater was blocked by the bubble, and the strange gas produced by the kelp tree also offset the pressure of the deep sea.

 

A team of guards silently followed Sandro. Among them were Sandro’s own people as well as Selarl’s people. Now that the wedding was a foregone conclusion, the two groups could temporarily coexist peacefully.

 

As soon as Sandro left his bedchamber, someone notified Selarl of the news.

 

Selarl’s gaze was gloomy as he stared fixedly at the deep seabed and asked: “Where did he go?”

 

Anglerfish: “Uh… it seems to be in the direction of that underground city.”

 

Upon hearing this, Selarl’s expression quickly darkened. His eyes became cold, his fingers clenched inch by inch, crushing the scallop in his palm.

 

He was overwhelmed by surging anger, his chest full of murderous impulses.

 

“Sandro… very good.” Selarl gritted his teeth.

 

When Sandro was assassinated and severely injured, Selarl had thought he could take advantage of the situation to place the amnesiac king under house arrest and control him.

 

However, Sandro had disappeared.

 

He had turned over the entire sea area but couldn’t find any trace of Sandro. This forced him to change strategies—pleasing the Tasman people and creating public opinion to prepare for Sandro’s eventual return.

 

Later, Sandro did indeed return, but he never expected that Sandro had spent that year hiding in that mysterious, terrifying underground city.

 

And that underground city was rated at least S-level.

 

It appeared in the depths of Wonderland Trench, where temperatures were extremely low, pitch black, with complex terrain and endless bizarre deep-sea creatures.

 

Although the trench was named “wonderland,” privately, the Tasman people called it the ghost realm.

 

Because young people who had just become marine life form Awakened ones would ignore their parents’ warnings, venture into the trench for exploration, and never return.

 

Thus, Wonderland Trench became a legendary forbidden land. All parents would warn their children to stay away and not gamble with their lives.

 

So no one thought the king would escape there, and no one knew what the king had experienced inside.

 

After entering an underground city, one could only exit by obtaining the body of a top-tier mutant beast within, or having someone outside provide crystal ore assistance.

 

Selarl had always wanted to know how the king had obtained scales from a top-tier mutant beast in the underground city.

 

So on the third day after the king returned to the underwater palace, under the pretext of avenging the king, he led the elite underwater forces, armed with the most advanced rare lead ore weapons obtained from Federation elders, and entered that underground city.

 

There, he saw a terrifying enemy that made his soul tremble.

 

That thing had a giant fish tail over three meters long. Where its waist and abdomen connected to the tail, the skin gradually hardened, growing scales as smooth and hard as purple ink stone.

 

The scales wrapped around its entire lower body, extending to the flat, thin tail fin that looked like a sharpened blade.

 

Its upper body actually had a body structure similar to humans.

 

But only similar.

 

Its body was streamlined, with a narrow, tough waist and small hip bones. It was hard to believe what kind of powerful waist and abdominal strength could wield that heavy, sharp fish tail.

 

Under the pale skin of its chest and abdomen, vigorous power was obviously contained. Selarl could clearly see the lines of its muscles.

 

When it appeared, it was lying on a giant rock in false sleep, so humans could see its back. Where the spine should be, a row of sharp blue spines grew.

 

The blue spines gradually disappeared at the cervical vertebrae, covered by hair that flickered with ghostly light.

 

It could be called hair, though it was much denser and lighter than human hair, neither growing nor breaking.

 

Its ears were pointed like elves in fairy tales, with only a thin layer, probably to reduce resistance. So the ears were likely the softest part of its entire body—blood vessels could be clearly seen through the light.

 

Besides that, its features were more profound than humans’. Though the exquisite structure was comparable to sculptural artwork, it inexplicably emanated the inherent evil and eeriness of extraterrestrial beings.

 

Selarl felt fear. From those eyes covered with a pale yellow membrane, he saw a gaze of judgment.

 

He clearly knew that this thing was not just S-level—there really were mutant beasts of higher rank than S-level in this world.

 

At that moment, Selarl thought he would die there.

 

But to his surprise, this mutant beast that gave him tremendous pressure did not actively attack.

 

It only watched in the direction of the visitors, slowly coiling up its sharp tail fin.

 

Then it opened its palm.

 

Its palm was very large, with light blue webbing connecting its five fingers. Besides that, under its two arms also floated fin-like structures resembling transparent seaweed, probably used to increase swimming speed.

 

Selarl didn’t understand why an mutant beast would be too lazy to attack humans, but he didn’t want to provoke this unknown monster.

 

So he silently retreated, planning to let others serve as meat shields to cover his escape from the underground city.

 

Just then, he saw the monster’s throat move slightly, and an ethereal, deep voice came from its throat: “Sandro… come…”

 

Selarl’s steps stopped.

 

The monster didn’t know human language—it was just compressing its throat to make sounds similar to language, but it sounded extremely awkward and unclear.

 

However, Selarl was absolutely certain it had called “Sandro.”

 

Selarl transferred the thornfish spear to his right hand, the spear tip aimed at the monster’s tail fin, while his left hand instinctively reached toward the nearby wall.

 

However, when his palm touched the stone wall, he felt a series of regular indentations. Using the orca’s night vision far superior to other creatures, he clearly saw the words carved on the wall—

 

Sandro and Ryan

 

A twisted, incredible thought suddenly arose in Selarl’s mind.

 

Sandro had regressed into a very small immortal jellyfish—transparent, cowering, covered in wounds, posing no threat whatsoever.

 

So the ruler of the underground city had accepted him, allowing him to survive under its massive body.

 

Then Sandro had transformed into human form, living with this terrifying monster as a human.

 

After his memory fully recovered, the monster had given him scales, allowing him to leave the underground city and return to the underwater palace.

 

And at this moment, the reason the monster hadn’t attacked humans and had even opened its palm was actually because it was waiting to embrace Sandro from among the crowd.

 

Selarl stared carefully at the monster’s eyes and only then discovered that the pale yellow membrane blocked its vision—it was actually blind.

 

For a moment, resentment, jealousy, and anger consumed him.

 

That king who had always been high above, who never deigned to give anyone affection, who only wished to be worshipped as a deity by the Tasman people, would actually willingly submit to an mutant beast, a monster, a predator from another dimension.

 

Haha?

 

Selarl no longer wanted to escape. He had his elite forces take out rare lead ore weapons to attack this blind monster.

 

Since it couldn’t clearly see who Sandro was, the mutant beast indeed didn’t attack rashly. It only swayed its tail fin, using the non-sharp parts to push humans away.

 

However, it had never seen rare lead ore weapons and didn’t know that these things would suppress mutant beasts’ abilities when they landed on their bodies.

 

Selarl tried calling the name “Ryan,” and the mutant beast indeed stopped moving upon hearing it.

 

So Selarl took advantage of its unpreparedness and fiercely shot the thornfish spear, piercing through the monster’s tail fin.

 

Blood immediately gushed out, staining the entire area red.

 

The injured fish tail quickly swept toward Selarl, but Tasman’s rare lead ore ropes had already tightly bound it.

 

It rapidly lost strength and was slashed and hacked by the swarming humans.

 

But facing an S+ mutant beast, humans were still too insignificant—they couldn’t kill the monster.

 

Just as Selarl was about to use his S-level third-tier ability to deliver a heavy blow to the bound monster, the king rushed over from his sickbed.

 

Sandro forcibly opened the door with crystal ore and ordered all Tasman people to withdraw from the underground city.

 

Selarl had originally thought Sandro was being coerced by the monster, but seeing Sandro’s ashen face and rare anger, he suddenly realized he had guessed wrong.

 

So he immediately spoke with a choked voice, shouting loudly: “Having the king fight in the underground city for a year was my dereliction of duty. Now requiring the king to come to the rescue is even more my incompetence! I, Selarl, swear on my life that I will kill the mutant beast and avenge the king!”

 

The watching Tasman people were infected by Selarl’s emotions and excitedly shouted along: “Kill the mutant beast! Avenge the king! Kill the mutant beast! Avenge the king!”

 

Since the appearance of underground cities, mutant beasts had taken countless fresh lives.

 

Humans were forced to awaken abilities and fight mutant beasts, extracting resources from underground cities to survive.

 

To humans, mutant beasts were invaders—evil, cruel, superior yet base extraterrestrial beings.

 

That the missing king had actually been fighting mutant beasts to the death was the truth all Tasman people could most readily accept.

 

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Selarl had arbitrarily instilled this “truth” in everyone. Sandro had already lost all escape routes.

 

Since he chose to return and secure the throne, he had to abandon the absurd emotions from his amnesia period. This was fair.

 

And if Sandro could accept even a monster that couldn’t take human form, naturally he could also be possessed by him.

 

After all, mutant beasts couldn’t mark humans. Selarl was willing to believe Sandro was still as pure as before.

 

However, he had overestimated Sandro’s rationality.

 

After that incident, Sandro had again infiltrated the underground city. He claimed to hunt the bound mutant beast, but only carried a laughably powerless fish spear.

 

The fish spear naturally couldn’t kill the mutant beast, but this also gave Sandro opportunities to continue entering the underground city.

 

Now with the engagement ceremony imminent, everyone was waiting to witness Sandro becoming his, yet unexpectedly Sandro still dared to brazenly go see that monster.

 

Selarl suddenly stood up. Due to losing emotional control, black orca patches quickly crawled up his arms. He stared at the distant sea surface and asked: “Have the weapons the Federation originally used to capture the Golden Parasite Human-Faced Owl arrived?”

 

The anglerfish was stunned before realizing what the Golden Parasite Human-Faced Owl was.

 

He hurriedly said: “The messenger said it would definitely be delivered before the engagement ceremony.”

 

Selarl sneered: “Good. Then on that day, present the monster’s fragments along with the red parrot crystal ore for the proposal.”

 

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