TYMIMA Chapter 114

At dusk, Sandro transformed from a flushed little jellyfish back to human form. After kissing and instructing Ryan, he changed into a simple, formal casual outfit.

 

Ryan’s fish tail curled up, wrapping around his thighs, its muscular lower abdomen rising and falling.

 

It gazed intensely at the little jellyfish, expressing its attachment and affection in this way.

 

It liked Sandro’s wound-like place. When that place became soft, it would warmly embrace it, kiss it seamlessly, and moisten it with transparent juices.

 

Humans were truly unique. It saw the little jellyfish cry because of this. It thought his wound was aching, so it guiltily stopped and kissed the little jellyfish’s tears.

 

But Sandro said those were tears of higher-level happiness—humans would cry from joy when experiencing extreme emotions.

 

At such times, it was okay for it to be a bit more forceful.

 

It still couldn’t distinguish between sadness and higher-level happiness, but Sandro said he would teach it everything in the future.

 

At this moment, Ryan was unwilling to let Sandro leave. It still wanted to study his wound. Two hours was too brief.

 

Sandro reached out to stroke the tail fin wrapped around his leg, gently rubbing the fine patterns on it: “I’ll come back after I finish with human affairs. Ryan can’t be idle either—you need to restrain the mutant beasts that escaped and return them to the underground city. They cannot harm the creatures in the open sea.”

 

Ryan: “Why?”

 

Except for the little jellyfish, it didn’t care about anything else. Those mutant beasts that couldn’t think and only knew fear were usually just toys for its amusement.

 

Sandro: “Because humans and mutant beasts should exist in two separate worlds. Rash fusion would upset the balance and cause big trouble.”

 

He was very clear about this point, yet he didn’t know how much longer he could resist. Perhaps completely breaking the prohibition between the underground city and the human world was the true purpose of the divine descent channel.

 

Ryan still couldn’t comprehend the terror of imbalance, or rather, as a creation of the gods, those things weren’t truly terrifying to it.

 

But it was willing to do as the little jellyfish said: “I will drive them back.”

 

Ryan slowly loosened its tail. Sandro gently handed it a phone, telling it that pressing one button would let it find him, then left the room.

 

As soon as the door closed, Sandro’s expression became serious.

 

Over the past year or so, the criminal group led by Selarl had brought immeasurable harm to Tasman. For him as king, it was even more humiliating—he had nearly been forced to marry Selarl, becoming a tool for Selarl’s power grab and a puppet of the Federation.

 

He arrived at the temporarily requisitioned interrogation hall, where White Shark and Bay Crocodile had already been brought.

 

All of Tasman’s key officials were present, including the High Tower Guild members who had just undergone hyperbaric oxygen treatment.

 

One treatment wasn’t enough for Lance to recover—he still needed ten consecutive treatments.

 

But he insisted on coming to hear the interrogation, unwilling to rest immediately.

 

Dream Witch had carried away the soundly sleeping Lily. Abaddon, Fulunla, and others were still holed up in the suite in a low-energy state.

 

Adrian didn’t want to be misunderstood as interfering in Tasman’s private affairs, so he didn’t appear.

 

In the end, only Zhan Pingchuan came to observe while holding the little fox. Fortunately, they were both interns and very young, so they wouldn’t arouse the Tasman people’s suspicion.

 

Sandro immediately recognized them as the two who had saved Ryan—one was the “buddy” Ryan mentioned, the other was the Divine system Awakened one.

 

So he didn’t refuse their observation.

 

White Shark and Bay Crocodile, pressed down below the platform, were already securely locked in rare lead ore shackles. Now they were no different from ordinary people, unable to use any abilities.

 

White Shark held his head high with closed eyes, completely ignoring everyone in the room and disdaining to care about his own fate.

 

He had a rough appearance with a square face, thick lips, and a nose so prominent it seemed harsh. His dry, curly hair hung wetly behind his head, and he had two bleeding scars on his scalp from the recent fight.

 

Compared to him, Bay Crocodile was relatively shorter.

 

Bay Crocodile’s skin had a bluish tint with large pores. Dark circles that could no longer fade crawled under his eyes. A pair of gray triangular eyes rolled frantically, making him look particularly sleazy.

 

He also had some injuries, but obviously much lighter than White Shark’s. He cowered with his head down while furtively observing the situation with shifty eyes.

 

“What was your purpose in coming to Tasman with Selarl?” Sandro asked indifferently.

 

White Shark snorted coldly and said nothing.

 

Bay Crocodile grinned, his smile revealing cunning: “I know you need our confessions, and I happen to need a way to live. Now that Selarl is dead, I’m naturally willing to tell you everything. I wonder if you could show mercy?”

 

Hearing him say this, White Shark suddenly opened his eyes and glared at him: “You!”

 

He hadn’t expected that as soon as Selarl fell, Bay Crocodile could abandon his former master without any psychological burden, seizing every opportunity to seek survival for himself.

 

When Selarl was alive, Bay Crocodile had appeared especially loyal.

 

“At this point, you still want to negotiate with me.” Cold light seeped from Sandro’s double pupils. He raised his hand to summon the guards and said to Bay Crocodile, “Tasman has never had much torture, because I’ve always believed that high welfare is an effective means of reducing crime. But for traitors, there’s no need to show mercy.”

 

Bay Crocodile’s face changed dramatically: “Your Majesty, I’m negotiating with you! I just want to live! I’ll tell you everything I know!”

 

Sandro closed his eyes and pinched his brow, as if unwilling to hear him say more.

 

Bay Crocodile was dragged away. Cold sweat seeped from White Shark’s forehead.

 

No one wasn’t afraid of death, but there was still a breath in his heart supporting him, making him hold out to the end.

 

Heart-wrenching screams came from the distance. Those screams made everyone present feel their scalps tingle and spines chill.

 

White Shark’s veins bulged. His nerves were like fragile wooden strips that would completely break with the slightest force.

 

Sandro opened his eyes amid the screams and asked White Shark: “I’m curious—Selarl abandoned you and fled, yet what are you still loyal to him for?”

 

White Shark suddenly sneered coldly. He found he could finally look at this long-lived king with mocking eyes.

 

Even though the king had lived over a hundred years, there were still things in this world he couldn’t understand or reach. His eyes had been trapped in high places too long and could no longer see the dark, filthy corners.

 

“You can’t understand. None of you born in Tasman can understand. You have the happiest life in the world. Peach Blossom Spring Village is filled with joy and laughter every day, doors unlocked at night, nothing lost on the roads. You have no idea what kind of lives other people in this world live. Selarl saved me when I had nowhere to turn, yet you still expect me to betray him. Ridiculous!”

 

“White Shark! How disgusting. Even someone as evil as you feels sorry for yourself?”

 

“What does other people’s suffering in this world have to do with Tasman! Stop twisting concepts!”

 

“Exactly. You act like you’ve suffered such great injustice. When you harmed Minister Chen Mingbi, did you feel any guilt or mercy?”

 

“Haha, just because you had a hard life, you want to drag Tasman down to live the same kind of life as you?”

 

“Admit it—you’re just making excuses for the darkness and evil in your heart!”

 

The officials’ angry rebukes successfully enraged White Shark. His chest heaved violently, the rare lead ore handcuffs creaked as he pulled at them, his eyes gradually reddened with near-hysterical fury.

 

“I am evil and dark! What’s wrong with being evil and dark! At least others suffer, not myself! You people in high positions can’t imagine that in Utopia, social rules are completely reversed! The evil live good lives, the kind are exploited. Those unwilling to sink with them are isolated, targeted, framed, even sent to AGW Special Dangerous Death Row Prison!”

 

“That place holds executioners who kill like hemp, antisocial personalities who’ve lost their minds, schizophrenics who eat human flesh and gnaw wall plaster, terrorists who’ve slaughtered entire cities, and people like me!”

 

“I can’t figure out what I did wrong. I tried to live, not to harm or hurt people, but instead was treated as an outcast and thrown in prison to fend for myself!”

 

“Once a high-ranking Federation person came to Utopia. He said he would expose everything here to the public, pressure the government, save all of us!”

 

“But he was a liar! He became afraid, he retreated, more and more people died, and he never came back!”

 

“It was precisely because I believed him that I fell to that state. Later in prison, I finally understood—the gods gave me S-level abilities to make me oppress others, not to be a humble dog!”

 

White Shark roared out many words in one breath. By the end, his voice was hoarse.

 

But he finally felt relieved. These words had been weighing on his heart for many years, and he didn’t know who to tell.

 

Being able to say them now was perhaps because he had always needed recognition, needed someone to understand that his malice was natural and inevitable.

 

Sandro just looked at him coldly, not giving him the recognition he hoped for.

 

“History before Dawn Day recorded a poem describing an ideal country: flat and broad land, orderly houses, intersecting paths, sounds of chickens and dogs, old and young living happily. The poet called this place Peach Blossom Spring. You say I can’t understand—then why do you think Peach Blossom Spring Village is called Peach Blossom Spring Village?”

 

It was precisely because Tasman infinitely approached the ideal country in his heart—peaceful, harmonious, unique, and precious—that he called it Peach Blossom Spring.

 

He knew how rare this was.

 

White Shark was momentarily speechless. How could he understand history before Dawn Day?

 

Sandro continued, “Your hometown Utopia, translated as Utopia, before Dawn Day, also represented the most beautiful society in human thought and consciousness. It is your rulers’ baseness, greed, and ignorance that caused the suffering of you and your hometown people, and Tasman and I have no obligation to be responsible for your misery.”

 

White Shark clenched his teeth, glaring at Sandro. He didn’t know how to refute him. He indeed had no standing to ask Sandro to manage matters outside Tasman.

 

But he also felt Sandro’s words were too heartless, too cold.

 

Was it their fault to be born in Utopia, to encounter such rulers, and to have a nightmarish life?

 

“You, aren’t you wise, aren’t you strong? Why don’t you invade the Caribbean Chiefdom? Why don’t you expand your territory?” White Shark questioned.

 

He had fantasized countless times that Tasman could occupy Utopia, transform Utopia, and let them live normal lives too.

 

This would be easy for Sandro, so why didn’t he do it?

 

“Because my people would pay the price, and they could have lived peacefully.”

 

Compared to his long life, Tasman people’s lives were too short. Their precious time should not be wasted on meaningless things.

 

Over the past hundred years, Sandro had seen through everything. So-called invasion was just using others’ flesh and blood to satisfy the rulers’ own ambitions.

 

White Shark was speechless.

 

He envied and was jealous of the Tasman people. If he hadn’t been born in Utopia, he could have naturally become a Tasman when he awakened at seventeen, had a good king like Sandro, and lived in the Peach Blossom Spring he dreamed of.

 

But he was imprisoned in the AGW Special Dangerous Death Row Prison as soon as he awakened, and his hope ended at that moment.

 

At this time, Lance suppressed a few coughs. His chest was still in dull pain, making his voice weak.

 

But his eyes were still sharp and bright, like a calm lake without ripples that could reflect all the shapes of demons and monsters.

 

“The Federation person you mentioned is called Uriel. He did not deceive you. He indeed wrote articles exposing everything about Utopia and pressured the Federation government to rescue Utopia, but he was murdered.”

 

“He died eighteen years ago. All traces of him were erased. All his articles were deleted. The name Utopia also disappeared from everyone’s sight with him.”

 

“But according to your statement, you did meet Selarl in the AGW Special Dangerous Death Row Prison, and he rescued you from prison.”

 

White Shark suddenly turned his head sharply and saw Lance sitting in the corner.

 

Lance weakly leaned on the Alpha. His reddish-brown long hair was casually tied up. He had a pair of beautiful amber eyes and looked like a very young and charming Omega.

 

Lance smiled at him innocently, but soon said something that pierced the heart.

 

“Have you ever thought that the AGW Special Dangerous Death Row Prison belongs to the Federation? You offended someone in the Caribbean Chiefdom’s territory. Why were you sent to a Federation prison?”

 

White Shark suddenly froze. His mind was a mess. He didn’t know what Lance wanted to say, but he felt annoyed and rejected, as if unwilling to listen to Lance anymore.

 

Unfortunately, he had no chance to refuse.

 

“Unless those who oppressed, exploited, and framed you are in cahoots with the Federation government, having close interests with them, and you are just the trouble they solved for the Caribbean Chiefdom.”

 

“You don’t still not know that Selarl is a Federation government mole planted in Tasman, do you? Do you know why he saved you?”

 

White Shark’s face turned pale. He stared blankly at Lance, as if not understanding what he said.

 

“They persecuted you but still used you. Yet you were kept in the dark, loyally serving your enemies in front of everyone. You say others are ridiculous, but you are the most ridiculous.”

 

Lance’s smile was still innocent, but White Shark clearly saw the sarcasm.

 

He was deeply hurt by this sentence. In fact, when Li Bang’s video spread online, he was extremely resistant to the content.

 

He hoped Selarl could stabilize the situation, bring Li Bang back, and make Li Bang admit those words were slander.

 

But Li Bang disappeared, and the anglerfish also fled. Everything seemed to confirm the most terrible guess.

 

Selarl was not a king worthy of his loyalty and respect but merely a puppet of the Federation.

 

“Selarl led us to break out of prison. All of us were marine life form Awakened ones,” White Shark suddenly collapsed to the ground and murmured.

 

Lance saw that his faith had finally collapsed and he began to reveal the truth. He then put away his smile and weakly rested his head on Zhan Pingchuan’s shoulder.

 

Sandro looked at Lance meaningfully.

 

This Divine system Awakened one was very powerful, shattering White Shark’s psychological defense in a few words.

 

Actually, in the end, Selarl never admitted colluding with the Federation, but Lance cleverly connected the information fragments, giving White Shark an undeniable truth.

 

“We killed the prison guards, got the rare lead ore key, unlocked the shackles, used abilities to dig through the surface, and infiltrated the underground river. The underground river was icy cold with turbulent undercurrents, no food, no light, and no end in sight.”

 

“We had no strength to care about others. Many people smashed their heads and died in the river. We swam for a very long time, only the three of us left. After confirming the warden couldn’t catch us, Selarl used his abilities to shake the ground, and sunlight shone through the crack. We climbed out.”

 

“That was the territory of the Polar Glacier Organization. A Hachimo person gave us clothes and food. I wanted to stay there and fish with them for a living, but Selarl disagreed. He said we had to go to Tasman.”

 

“So we prepared to leave for Tasman. Before leaving, Selarl robbed all the Hachimo person’s property, Bay Crocodile raped the daughter of that family, and I stood at the door with my back to them, not caring. That was my first step toward evil. If I were different from them, I would have been isolated.”

 

As soon as White Shark finished speaking, Babuti was trembling with anger: “Outrageous! Outrageous! You are beasts!”

 

“Betraying kindness with ingratitude! How dare you talk about your suffering!”

 

“You don’t know what you did wrong, and what did the Hachimo person do wrong? You are just making excuses for your cowardice!”

 

“Ridiculous, ridiculous! Doesn’t the daughter of that family look like you when you were bullied? She did nothing wrong either. Her family just kindly helped you!”

 

“No need for trial. Execute White Shark and Bay Crocodile immediately!”

 

White Shark did not struggle but continued speaking with a vacant look.

 

“Selarl said we are marine life Awakened ones, rightful Tasman people, so we have the right to be the rulers of Tasman and decide the fate of this country. We are so powerful, while the king is only A-level.”

 

“His words moved me. To be the ruler and oppress others was the only way I could console the first half of my life. So we helped him seize power.”

 

“The assassination of the king was indeed planned by Selarl, but the one who acted was not us, but his friend. His friend had the ability to kill the king but did not. Their reasoning was that given the king’s importance to the Tasman people, if he died, Tasman would be thrown into chaos, and the power gained would be meaningless.”

 

“The king’s disappearance was unexpected. So for a year, Selarl has been accelerating his progress to consolidate his position, which is why Chen Mingbi discovered the clues.”

 

“I don’t understand why Chen Mingbi said that. He never investigated Selarl’s background. He died purely because he couldn’t be bribed and always opposed Selarl.”

 

“I, Bay Crocodile, Li Bang, the anglerfish, and Gudeshao were responsible for different things, but Selarl did not allow us to communicate privately or be curious about others’ tasks. So I only know a little about what they did. I don’t know what Li Bang and the anglerfish discovered that made them decide to betray.”

 

White Shark paused, his voice already very hoarse, his emotions completely sinking after intense fluctuations.

 

His eyes were dim and tired, filled with confusion and incomprehension about this world.

 

“You all know what happens next. I have only one request: after you kill me, please give my head to the Hachimo people.”

 

“I have done too many bad things, so let me atone starting from the very beginning.”

 

He recalled a long time ago, when he was only ten years old, skinny as a skeleton, digging worms out of the mud to eat while naked.

 

He was very hungry, and the wound on his back was inflamed, with flies resting on it.

 

Someone came to him, sorrowfully brushing away the flies and handing him a piece of baked bread.

 

He ate greedily, and happened to see that person’s thick silver hair like a lion’s mane.

 

That person said, “Child, wait for me to come back and save you all.”

 

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