"Gurgle..."
The seawater was churning.
It wasn't ordinary waves, but a reversal of ocean currents caused by a massive entity rising to the surface.
The Black Pearl shook violently under the terrifying suction, its sturdy hull letting out an overburdened "creak."
"My God... what... what on earth is that?"
Ghost captain Van der Decken, who had been shivering in the cabin, saw the massive shadow outside through the porthole. His translucent spirit almost dissipated on the spot in fear.
It was a creature...
That simply could not be described in words.
Its main body was a massive, tumor-like eyeball over a hundred meters in diameter.
The surface of the eyeball was covered in dense, knotted purple veins like blood vessels, and its pupil was a continuously rotating, bottomless pitch-black crack.
Just a single glance at it made one feel as if their soul was being sucked in.
And below that massive eyeball, hundreds of... extended.
Tentacles.
Each tentacle was thicker than the mast of the Black Pearl, covered in slimy mucus and razor-sharp suckers.
They danced wildly in the air, each swing bringing up a towering wave sufficient to capsize a warship.
"It's... it's the 'Watcher' of the deep sea!"
Van der Decken's voice was filled with despair.
"The legendary ancient evil that dwells in the deepest part of the Sea of Mist! An overlord that even sea gods dare not provoke!"
"It's over... we're dead... it's going to drag us and the ship into the abyss, crush us, and eat us as a snack!"
"Roar—!!!"
As if confirming the captain's fears.
The massive tentacle monster let out a soul-piercing shriek that did not belong to this world.
The next second.
Over a dozen tentacles, like giant pythons, tore through the air with unmatched momentum and tightly coiled around the Black Pearl from all directions!
"Crack! Crack!"
The sturdy gunwales instantly developed dense cracks under the strangulation of the tentacles.
The entire ship was forcibly lifted from the sea surface and slowly dragged toward the center of that massive, rotating vortex.
"Director!"
Elizabeth and Alice turned pale, both looking at the only man who remained calm.
Facing this scene that looked like the end of the world.
Not only did Victor show no fear.
Instead...
He pulled a set of silver cutlery out of his pocket.
"Hmm..."
He pushed his non-existent glasses, looking at the massive, writhing tentacles coiling around the ship. His eyes were as professional as a three-star Michelin chef.
"This octopus... it's quite big."
He even reached out and poked the slimy tentacle, feeling the elasticity of the meat.
"But this meat... looks a bit old."
Victor shook his head, a look of regret appearing on his face.
"The cuticle is too thick, and the texture is too coarse."
"If used directly for sashimi, it would definitely be tough on the teeth."
"Teppanyaki probably wouldn't be chewable either."
"Tsk."
He put away the cutlery and sighed.
"It seems I'll have to perform a 'skin-softening and exfoliation' pre-processing surgery first."
Elizabeth: "???"
Alice: "(Drooling)"
Mia: "(Starry eyes)"
Captain: "(Fainted on the spot)"
"Roar—?! (What nonsense are you talking about?)"
The massive tentacle monster seemed to understand Victor's "ingredient appraisal," which was filled with a sense of "profanity."
Endless rage erupted from its single eye.
More tentacles emerged from the seabed like demonic claws from hell, intending to completely crush this small boat that dared to challenge its majesty.
"Trying to outnumber me?"
Victor smiled as he looked at the tentacles dancing across the sky.
That smile was cold, arrogant, and filled with an evil aura like that of the Old Ones.
"I'm sorry."
"When it comes to playing with tentacles..."
"I am the ancestor."
The moment his voice fell.
【Old Ones Mode—Activated!】
Shua—!!!
The space behind him suddenly tore open!
Twelve... no, after absorbing the energy of the Ancient God's Heart sample, there were now a full twenty-four abyssal tentacles, even blacker and slimier than those of an ancient god, and even more... "professional," surging madly from the spatial rift like a dance of demons!
If the tentacles of the Deep Sea Watcher were wild, chaotic pythons.
Then Victor's tentacles were cold, orderly steel forests composed of countless scalpels!
"Seize... it!"
Following Victor's command.
The twenty-four abyssal tentacles shot out like arrows from a bow, greeting the hundreds of dancing giant tentacles with a shrill sound of breaking air!
It wasn't an equal battle.
It was an...
Organized, disciplined, and tactical...
"Surgical operation."
Victor's tentacles had a clear division of labor.
Eight were responsible for the main attack. They didn't clash head-on with those thick tentacles; instead, like the most flexible venomous snakes, they instantly coiled around the Watcher's most vulnerable and core part—the massive eyeball—from an inconceivable angle!
Eight were responsible for defense, weaving a dense wall of flesh around the Black Pearl to block all incoming attacks.
The remaining eight...
Turned into the sharpest blades!
They didn't attack the main bodies of the thick tentacles, but instead, with precision like a surgeon removing an appendix, they sliced along the base of those tentacles...
And hacked down fiercely!
"Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!"
Blood splattered everywhere!
The scene was like harvesting wheat during the autumn harvest.
Accompanied by the Watcher's shrill, distorted screams.
Giant tentacles a hundred meters long were neatly severed from the base, crashing into the sea one by one like rain.
"Roar—!! (My hands! My hands!)"
The Watcher went completely mad.
It wanted to retract its eyeball and dive into the deep sea.
But it was too late.
Victor's eight tentacles coiled around its eyeball suddenly tightened, like eight pillars pinning the sea, locking its mountain-like body firmly onto the sea surface.
Then, within its terrified, almost-splitting single eye.
The man in the white lab coat controlled the remaining sixteen tentacles and began to exert force like a game of tug-of-war.
"Come... up!"
Boom—!!!
Seawater poured back!
That ancient evil, with a body comparable to a small island, was actually...
Actually being forcibly dragged out of the sea by that tiny human using thicker, blacker, and harder tentacles!
"Thud—!!!"
A loud crash.
The Watcher's massive tumor-like body was slammed onto the deck of the Black Pearl, which was strong enough to withstand ten thousand tons of pressure, making a dull sound like falling mud.
The deck shook violently, almost tilting over.
"Done."
Victor retracted his tentacles and clapped the mucus off his hands (though the tentacles did the clapping).
He walked up to the massive pile of flesh that was still twitching slightly and had lost all ability to resist, then squatted down.
"I told you, the meat is too old; it's not suitable for eating raw."
"You just wouldn't listen."
He picked up a large sampling knife and scraped at the eyeball, which was still leaking green juice.
"Look, it's full of parasites."
"Your hygiene is even worse than Nidhogg's teeth."
"You must undergo a comprehensive 'internal purification' and 'external shaping' surgery."
The Watcher: "..."
It just wanted to die right now.
【Ding!】
【Rare mythical-grade biological sample detected (Deep Sea Watcher).】
【This organism possesses powerful mental energy and shaping abilities, meeting the transformation standards for 'God-Chosen.'】
【Would you like to consume points to perform a 'girl-ification' transformation?】
The system's prompt sounded at the right time.
"Girl-ification?"
Victor stroked his chin.
Though he already had several "God-Chosen."
It seemed... he was still missing someone responsible for artistic performances?
"System, can she sing?"
【...Detected that the organism possesses powerful sonic attack abilities, which can be modified into 'Siren's Song.'】
"Very good."
Victor snapped his fingers, his face showing the excitement of a manager discovering a superstar.
He looked at the pile of indescribable rotten meat before him, as if already seeing a peerless diva rising.
"Then... it's settled."
He turned around and announced the final verdict for this ancient evil to the group of onlookers who were already completely numb.
"Carry her to the operating room."
"We're working overtime tonight."
"Give this newcomer... a makeover, and by the way, some vocal training."
Victor looked at the shimmering sea in the distance, his mood excellent.
"Our clinic..."
"Seems to be missing an... idol responsible for broadcasting and hosting concerts?"
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