TYMIMA Chapter 113

In the Qian Yun twenty-third floor council chamber, pale yellow light strips suddenly lit up with jarring red light. The crimson enveloped the entire room, and a terrifying atmosphere seeped through the door cracks.

 

The Black-Eyed Elder now stood by the window, gazing at the night’s thick fog.

 

His pupils contracted to an extremely small circle, like ink drops splattered from a brush onto a table corner. The glass reflected like a mirror his outline covered by robes and whiskers, with only those exposed eyes showing few deep lines.

 

He didn’t seem as old as the outside world believed.

 

The red light continued its warning for a long time before being extinguished by the Black-Eyed Elder.

 

He turned to the other two elders sitting upright in their chairs: “An unprecedented crisis—what do you think?”

 

Outside the window, thick fog suddenly collided, sparking brilliant and terrifying purple light.

 

With deafening muffled thunder, the fishy smell of rain seeped through the window cracks.

 

Capital City was hammered by hail, but Tasman Pirate Nation welcomed a rare sunny day.

 

The sky seemed deeper blue than usual. The earth-shaking underwater hadn’t reached the surface. The sea reflecting white clouds was crystal clear, rippling gently.

 

【Conspiracy exposed, Selarl launches terrorist attack, King in mortal danger!】

 

【Major Tasman crisis, Selarl assassinates King, reporters risk lives for frontline coverage!】

 

【Palace destroyed, underwater earthquake coming!】

 

【Terrifyingly powerful abilities, who will save Tasman?】

 

【Tasman upheaval, Prince Selarl suspected dead!】

 

【Situation reversed, Selarl dead, White Shark and Bay Crocodile captured!】

 

【Crisis Resolved! King Safe and Sound! Tasman Turns Danger into Safety!】

 

“Heaven bless Tasman, finally all is well!”

 

“Selarl’s actions are outrageous. I still can’t believe he was a Federation government spy.”

 

“He deceived us so badly. To think I was always proud that the seabed had the strongest S-level Awakened one.”

 

“It’s terrifying when you think about it—the king was suddenly assassinated only after he came to the seabed.”

 

“I just checked several accounts that fanatically supported Selarl and found their IP addresses weren’t in Peach Blossom Spring Village at all. I suspect they were foreign internet trolls.”

 

“Yes, several radical accounts with hundreds of thousands of followers have been deleted. Looking at their comments, my hair stands on end.”

 

“Saying Omegas aren’t suitable to be kings because they’re in a submissive position in relationships, that the king is extravagant and power needs to be restrained—preferably by a husband, that Tasman needs earth-shaking changes to advance, that young people should boldly create new situations and support their ideal ruler… makes me sick.”

 

“Completely disgusting. I don’t know what kind of people followed these trolls.”

 

“They were extremely aggressive. Anyone who refuted what they said would be cyber-bullied. Over time, Tasman’s internet was filled only with their voices.”

 

“I’ve failed the king. I was completely deceived by Selarl’s facade. He was too good at pretending.”

 

“Just thinking that I once shipped him with the king makes me want to vomit… How could such a vicious, despicable person be worthy of the king?”

 

Tasman netizens were indignant, while the underwater palace reconstruction work proceeded in an orderly manner.

 

High Tower Guild and Ghost Eye Guild had been taken by the Tasman people to a lightly damaged hotel. Recovery system Awakened ones were already prepared. The moment Sandro withdrew his 【Solidification】 ability, recovery abilities were applied to several people.

 

Zhan Pingchuan, Adrian, and Dream Witch were physically fine. S-level abilities caused the least damage to S-level Awakened ones.

 

Mudeli, Fulunla, Wu Peng, and Abaddon were dizzy and weak all over.

 

More serious were Lance and Lily. Although recovery system Awakened ones had repaired their internal organ damage completely, the vascular dilation and pressure injuries caused by instant high pressure weren’t open wounds and had to heal slowly on their own.

 

Fortunately, Tasman’s medical resources were abundant enough. Both were immediately sent to hyperbaric oxygen chambers.

 

Zhan Pingchuan leaned against the door, looking through the tempered glass at Lance receiving treatment, feeling a bittersweet ache in his heart.

 

Lance opened his eyes and waved his fingers at him, signaling him to go rest.

 

Zhan Pingchuan shook his head, pointed to his own eyes, then to Lance, indicating he would keep watching him.

 

So Lance stood up from his seat, walked to the chamber door, and placed his fingers on the glass.

 

Zhan Pingchuan mouthed to him: “Baby, go back and sit down. This gives me the feeling I’m visiting you in prison.”

 

Lance couldn’t help but laugh.

 

His breath fogged the glass lightly.

 

Taking advantage of the mist, he quickly drew a heart with his hand.

 

Zhan Pingchuan was struck.

 

Such a cute and innocent little fox, sweeter than ice-cold cola on a hot summer day.

 

He wished he could squeeze himself into the chamber to personally feel the little fox’s love.

 

Dream Witch stood in front of Lily’s chamber, looking disdainfully at Zhan Pingchuan with his face pressed against the glass: “It’s just a two-hour treatment. Can’t you two restrain yourselves?”

 

“Ah, I’m already restraining myself. Isn’t it obvious?” Zhan Pingchuan asked with sincere confusion.

 

Dream Witch: “……” How could there be such a clingy Alpha in the world!

 

After settling the outsiders, Tasman could finally close doors to handle private matters.

 

The government requisitioned the Jellyfish Hotel’s conference hall as the king’s office. Sandro sat upright in the center while disheveled officials of all ranks stood before him.

 

Minister Babuti looked at the powerful, pale figure beside the king.

 

When it appeared, it was like divine soldiers descending from heaven, instantly striking Selarl and shattering the rule of the seabed’s strongest S-level, bringing hope of survival to Tasman.

 

At that moment, all Tasman people were excited and exhilarated.

 

But now…

 

Selarl was dead, the crisis resolved, but such a powerful creature was intimidating.

 

“Your Majesty, this is…”

 

Babuti didn’t even say “this person is,” because he could tell that the monster before them was not human.

 

But a mutant beast appearing in the human world clearly violated common sense. Such a thing had never happened in the world.

 

“His name is Ryan. During the year I was assassinated and lost my memory, he protected me,” Sandro replied.

 

The officials exchanged glances. Today had shattered too many of their preconceptions. The king was actually saying that a mutant beast would protect humans.

 

“May I ask Your Majesty, what kind of Awakened one is it?” someone suddenly asked.

 

This question was clearly intentional, because everyone could see that Ryan was not an Awakened one.

 

“Since you’ve asked, I have an obligation to answer once. He is not an Awakened one, but he is the savior of Tasman and myself. In the future, he may not live in the palace, but he will often visit me. I will give him Tasman citizenship and let him move freely in these waters,” Sandro said, looking directly at the young official who asked the question. His answer was frank, without any evasiveness.

 

Babuti lowered his eyes. This was tantamount to indirectly admitting that the creature before them was indeed a mutant beast, but had a close relationship with the king.

 

As a trusted aide who had assisted the king for a long time, although he found it hard to accept, at this moment, he would never stand against the king.

 

“So it’s the king’s friend. No wonder he stepped forward at the crucial moment,” Babuti was the first to characterize Ryan as a friend and acknowledge his help to Tasman, representing the rational faction’s response.

 

“That’s not right. If he’s not an Awakened one, how could he defeat Selarl? Although the king’s friend has a human upper body, his tail doesn’t seem to transform into legs,” the former radical young official continued to challenge.

 

He knew full well that with Selarl’s downfall, these radicals would be swept out of the power center by the king one by one.

 

He was unwilling to accept this. He had to fight for something for himself, such as making the king feel guilty and fearful, forcing him to make concessions.

 

Sandro looked toward the voice, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking down at him with a majestic and cold tone: “Thinking about it that way, you who have legs but followed Selarl in evil seem even more detestable. Guards, arrest these traitors together!”

 

The young official’s face changed dramatically. He stammered: “No, no! Your Majesty, I was deceived by Selarl! I also participated in the battle just now!”

 

The guards swarmed forward. The young official struggled violently, looking at Sandro with pleading eyes.

 

However, Sandro remained unmoved. Instead, he looked around at the other terrified radicals, his gaze falling coldly on them like the sword of Damocles unsheathed and gleaming.

 

“Did anyone see him fighting heroically against the traitors Selarl, White Shark, and others?”

 

Everyone fell silent. They had already understood the king’s attitude.

 

Whether this creature was a mutant beast or something else, it was Tasman’s hero, the king’s honored guest. This was something no one could change.

 

The seabed had been peaceful too long, and the king had been gentle too long, so many people had forgotten that Sandro was the one who single-handedly established the nation during the chaotic and turbulent period of Dawn Day.

 

Silence spread like ocean currents. Everyone heard their own heavy, rapid heartbeats.

 

In this great conspiracy, only the king had turned the tide, while they each had their own faults. Whether they would face retribution depended entirely on the king’s whim.

 

Sandro finally nodded with satisfaction: “Since no one saw it, then he was talking nonsense. I despise people who talk nonsense most in my life. Take him away and detain him.”

 

The young official was forcibly dragged away by the guards. What awaited him might be a long prison sentence or merciless exile.

 

His fears had finally come true. His life had completely fallen from heaven to hell.

 

No one wanted to pay such a price, so no one mentioned Ryan’s issue again.

 

Ryan didn’t really understand the verbal tug-of-war among humans, but it could see that its little jellyfish was displaying kingly bearing.

 

So it quietly stood guard beside him, its golden pupils reflecting the proud and noble figure of the little jellyfish.

 

Sandro discussed underwater reconstruction matters with the Infrastructure Department, explained the characterization of this incident to the Media Bureau, and issued orders to the Investigation Department to thoroughly investigate the masterminds behind Selarl. Then he stood up, planning to interrogate White Shark and Bay Crocodile in three hours.

 

The hotel temporarily vacated its largest presidential suite as the king’s residence. Sandro brought Ryan back to the room.

 

He needed to change out of this ornate and elaborate formal wear to face the interrogation of traitors with a more serious demeanor.

 

But before that, he still had a few hours to spend alone with Ryan.

 

The door closed. Ryan supported himself on the ground with his tail bone, his cold webbed hand caressing the little jellyfish’s cheek: “Sandro, is there anyone threatening you?”

 

Sandro shook his head, his gaze becoming soft again. He extended his tentacles to lovingly wrap around Ryan’s arm, his lips kissing the pale blue transparent webbing between Ryan’s fingers.

 

Ryan’s hands were much larger than his. When he transformed into a little jellyfish, he loved sleeping in Ryan’s palm. That cool webbing was like a soft, elastic bed, gently supporting his bell.

 

“Ryan, your eyes, and also, how were you able to leave the underground city?”

 

“The arrival of the gods relieved my exile…”

 

Ryan told Sandro what had happened in the underground city: the cries for help, the villains’ luring, the intruding buddy, the descending deity, the death of the white robe, the carrier who angered the deity, and the buddy and carrier kissing among the corpses.

 

And how it learned that Sandro was in crisis and, guided by them, entered the open sea.

 

“A Divine system Awakened one?” Sandro murmured.

 

How long had it been since he’d heard that title?

 

Under the Federation’s strong blockade, people were forgetting this name, and Divine system Awakened ones had also hidden in the dust along with the deleted history.

 

Ryan looked at Sandro in confusion. It didn’t know what an Awakened one was.

 

Sandro came back to his senses and smiled at Ryan: “I’m very surprised and happy that you came to save me. You’re always protecting me.”

 

“Sandro, your eyes are blue and green.”

 

“Do you like them?” Sandro asked while removing his soaked fur coat.

 

“I like them.” Ryan answered, his gaze always focused intently on Sandro.

 

“I also like your eyes, golden, very beautiful.” Sandro had already begun undoing the orange sheer robe on his body.

 

The sheer robe was soaked with seawater and stuck to his skin, making him very uncomfortable. He felt no shame in front of Ryan. He openly let the sheer robe slide down from his skin, revealing his delicate and smooth light brown skin.

 

Brilliant gems and crystal ores still adorned his body. A small, exquisite red parrot stone hung from his left chest.

 

Ryan’s cool webbed hand slid from Sandro’s cheek to his chest. It curiously pressed its webbing there, watching the red parrot stone’s outline show through the webbing.

 

Seeing him curiously examining his body, Sandro couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

 

“Didn’t you touch it the first time we met, Ryan?”

 

Ryan was called to look up by his voice: “Small and fragile, unimaginable.”

 

Just by touching, it didn’t know this place was red. Though so small and fragile, it could support a small red parrot stone.

 

But it soon discovered that under its webbing, the fragile place was rapidly becoming full and plump, like a delicate flower bud about to bloom.

 

“Humans are like this. You’ll need to get used to it slowly.”

 

Sandro said this while letting him study that place, casually removing his dripping sheer pants.

 

His legs were long and straight, his buttocks firm and perky, his lower abdomen flat, his skin tightly fitted to his body with great elasticity, looking like a young man in his twenties.

 

“Don’t humans like tails?”

 

Ryan still remembered what they had said in that house just now.

 

Because it had a long tail and couldn’t transform into legs like the little jellyfish, someone had made the little jellyfish angry.

 

It could feel the little jellyfish’s anger. Those people feared the little jellyfish, just as the mutant beasts in the underground city feared it.

 

“No, I really like Ryan’s tail. It’s big and long, very reassuring.”

 

Sandro quickly stopped this innocent mutant beast’s wild thoughts. He pulled Ryan onto the bed, gently stroking its beautiful purple-black scales.

 

During countless days and nights in the underground city, he often played while holding Ryan’s tail. When he was still a little jellyfish, Ryan only needed to gently swish its tail tip to let him experience the joy of a carousel.

 

He also liked to hold his own bell and slide down from Ryan’s lower abdomen, then be easily scooped up to Ryan’s shoulder by the tail tip.

 

“My little jellyfish really doesn’t have a tail.”

 

Ryan curled up its tail tip, wrapping around Sandro’s waist, applying slight pressure to bring him closer, carefully observing his legs.

 

Very strange—no tail fin, only slightly red and tender soles, yet the little jellyfish could swim. No scales, no sharp claws, yet the little jellyfish could fight with tentacles.

 

Whether in human or jellyfish form, Sandro was soft and warm.

 

“Ah, the wound here hasn’t healed yet.”

 

Ryan frowned with concern, gently rubbing the opening below Sandro’s waist with the back of its tail fin.

 

It didn’t know why—it had already treated the little jellyfish’s wounds several times, but to no avail. It was very worried that the little jellyfish’s wound would worsen.

 

The tail fin carefully parted the opening. Sure enough, it had turned red and looked very fragile, constantly contracting: “Does it hurt?”

 

“This isn’t a wound.” Sandro laughed. He spread his thighs and straddled Ryan’s cool tail, his fingers caressing toward the soft scales on Ryan’s lower abdomen.

 

There was only one scale that could be lifted there. He was very familiar with that position.

 

“Although it’s not a wound, you can continue using your tongue to heal me. Perhaps when that place becomes soft, I can play something else on your tail.” Sandro’s voice was light. As he spoke, he kissed the innocent mutant beast.

 

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T/N: ah so it was thaaaaa…………………..

 

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