Chapter 4

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Translator: Murabito-san (BL love translations)

Chapter 4

On the mainland.

A group of researchers in the Doom Laboratory was having a meeting in a conference room.

The lead researcher was a brown-haired young man wearing black-rimmed glasses. He was showing the data analysis results to the rest.

“Earthquakes, large and small, occur every day in the ocean.”

After the brown-haired researcher read the analysis, a certain researcher felt that he was making a completely unnecessary fuss.

“Muran*, this does not mean that the sea monster is there.“

*idk of it’s Muran or Mouran, 穆然 – if you want to check the pronounciation, go to google translator and listen it haha.

The youth called Muran replied:

“We found some eggshell fragments of an unknown creature in the nearby seawater.”

The image changed a few times, and under the gaze of the researchers, it turned into a white eggshell.

If Lansi was there, he would definitely recognize it at a glance—

Wasn’t that his eggshell?

“According to the current data, this is an eggshell of a new type of organism. The good news is that we only found one.”

Muran said, “But the bad news is that the creature in the Nate Trench, he woke up, and he is near the shallow sea.”

All the researchers couldn’t help taking a breath in.

In 487 AD, at the end of the world era, the ocean, which had always allowed mankind to do whatever they wanted, launched an attack on mankind.

The sea monsters in the deep sea woke up from the abyss and the judgment on mankind began.

After so many years, the surviving humans had reached a delicate balance with the ocean, and now, humans were carefully maintaining this fragile balance.

However, the creature that woke up in the Nate Trench might easily break this balance.

“Then, since it woke up, do you know what is special about that sea monster?”

A new researcher asked.

Muran sighed and said:

“Although most of the known sea monsters have evolved from existing sea creatures, that particular sea monster is different.”

No one knew its true face hidden inside that special sea monster.

The research institute had once sent a machine to test, and the only conclusion reached was that the shape of the thing was not fixed, it was a mass of indescribable and constantly changing matter.

The only good news was that that thing had been asleep most of the time and was not interested in invading the continent.

“In most cases, it appears with the appearance of tentacles.”

Muran showed an image of a huge black hole on the ground in the shallow sea, and said,

“This is the trace it made.”

But why did that thing suddenly wake up from the deep sea and come to the shallow sea area?

Everyone was puzzled, and the only suggestion was to send personnel to do a field trip to see if they could find any clues.

“I have already thought about the candidate this time.”

Muran continued,

“Let Colonel Wen Yu go with his team.”

Hearing this name, everyone was shocked:

“Colonel Wen Yu? Is he… up to this task?”

“Maybe.”

Muran’s answer was very cold, “Who knows?”

Hearing this answer, some researchers sighed.

It seemed that some people wanted Colonel Wen Yu to die.

…

Lansi didn’t even know that his birthplace was shown to a group of people.

He was only in distress now, thinking about how he could quickly dig the escape route under the vigilance of those tentacles.

He had been digging for a long time.

Even after the processed tentacle had been changed several times, the escape route had not been dug.

Yes, the clean freak “octopus” thought that Lansi liked to eat tentacles. In order to better feed Lansi, it would throw fresh processed tentacles into the coral prison every day.

What Lansi needed to do was to move quickly while the tentacle was not there, and replace the old tentacle with the delivered fresh one, then wait for the tentacles to take the old tentacle away.

All in all, Lansi had not revealed anything yet.

Sometimes, Lansi would still think maliciously, if he was fed a piece of tentacles everyday, and if he had a bigger appetite, after a month, the “octopus” outside would cut itself whole into slices to feed him.

Suddenly he felt a little pity for the tentacle, what to do?

During this time, Lansi had been pretending to be obedient.

After having been in contact with the tentacle for a long time, Lansi discovered that this tentacle seemed to be particularly indulgent to himself.

Lansi’s previous actions had caused a certain misunderstanding of the tentacle.

In the eyes of the tentacle, didn’t Lansi “like” to play catch-pearls with itself?

On the next day, the tentacle brought a dozen large pearls to Lansi. The smallest was as big as a fist and the biggest pearl was purple and the size of a basketball.

At this point, Lansi could only pretend to be extremely happy and collect the pearls in front of the tentacle, and then take out a pearl to play with the tentacle.

In fact, after the tentacles left, Lansi sat in a pile of pearls with a stinky face, and he hated once again that he was not on land.

If he was still a human being, he could become a millionaire just by taking a pearl ashore.

Of course, this was just a thought.

After playing hide and seek and peekaboo with the tentacles several times, Lansi probably figured out the tentacle’s movement patterns.

He found out, every time before the tentacles appeared, there would be a certain pattern—

When the sea above his head darkened a bit, the tentacles would reach into the coral prison about five minutes later.

And the time interval for each visit of the tentacle, according to Lansi’s own estimation, should be one day.

On this day, Lansi pushed away the tentacle as usual, and then began to dig the coral prison.

The problem he encountered now was exactly the same as the previous one, it was much more difficult to dig the outer layer of the coral prison.

Lansi felt it was very difficult to dig it with his hands now. One of his hands was hurt yesterday, but he did not plan to rest, today he continued as well.

It was almost completely dark in the small cave. Even if Lansi brought in the fluorescent pearl, he could not see clearly, so he could only dig the coral prison following his instinct.

“kadang”*

*嘎登 – “Gā dēng” sound of something breaking

There was a crisp sound, followed by a pain on the fingertips.

Lansi froze for a moment, then he smelled blood.

Couldn’t it be…

Lansi quickly came out of the cave he dug, and when he looked at it with the slightly brighter light outside, it hurt so much that tears came out.

His fingernails were split, and his fingertips were bleeding.

The ten fingers were connected to the heart*, even if Lansi was a man, he could not bear the pain of breaking five nails.

It was so painful he could not hold his tears. Then, he was amazed, the tears that poured from his eye sockets, after flowing out, really turned into pearls, and then slowly slid down.

So, Lansi could not think now, and went to see the fallen tears turning into beads.

However, Lansi was even more surprised that the mermaid’s self-healing ability was beyond his imagination. The wounds on his fingertips were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Was this a good thing?

For Lansi now, it was not a good thing.

The position of his nails was shifted, and his self-healing speed was so fast that Lansi did not have time to pull out the crooked nails, so it was still stuck in the flesh when the new nails grew.

This made Lansi feel very painful.

Lansi tried to remove the crooked nails, but he could not remove it because of his own reasons*.

*idk too, it doesn’t make much sense but it was written 但是却因为自身的缘故

So Lansi could only collapse on the spot, with both hands on the fishtail, crying like a child.

After a while, the sea sand near Lansi was covered with tiny white pearls.

And Lansi cried for a while, until the tentacles came.

As soon as the tentacles entered the coral prison, he saw Lansi sitting on the sea sand, cryin, the ground full of the little pearls he cried out, and it was shocked.

Lansi opened a pair of teary and hazy eyes, watching that tentacle turn around anxiously, almost tying itself in a knot.

He blinked and could not help but laugh out “puchi”*.

*噗嗤 – Pūchī – laugh sound

This smile finally interrupted the crying.

When the tentacle saw that Lansi was no longer crying, it also seemed to be relieved, and then slowly approached Lansi under his gaze.

Lansi glanced at the end of the tentacle, he thought about it, and showed his injured hand towards it.

He had heard that some marine creatures had eyes on their tentacles, so he guessed that the “octopus” in front of him should also be able to “see” his wounds.

The tentacle did not expect Lansi to take the initiative to reach for it, the entire tentacle stiffened a bit, and then it slowly touched Lansi’s hand with its tiny tip.

When the tentacle touched Lansi’s nails, Lansi cried out in pain, and the tentacle also understood where Lansi’s pain came from, so it stopped moving.

Lansi: ?

He suddenly felt a little guilty.

Could it be, did it suspect anything?

Fortunately, the tentacle did not care about it. The tip made a circular motion and tentatively touched Lansi’s hand, but as soon as it touched, Lansi struggled and hissed.

This made the tentacles difficult to treat him, not to mention that it really could not perform such fine movements.

If it wanted to heal Lansi’s fingers, it must first pull out the broken nails.

The tentacle thought so, but when it tried to pull out Lansi’s nails, Lansi did not cooperate even a bit.

Lansi did not know whether he was escaping because he was afraid of pain or because he could not stand the touch of the tentacles.

There was a tug of war between the fish and the tentacle, and finally Lansi got mad and bit off the tip of the tentacles.

Tentacle: “…”

Lansi swung his little tail in a “pah”*, then gritted his teeth and swam into the anemone.

The pain in his hand was not unbearable, forget it, just pull out five nails.

And the tentacle that had been bitten for no reason stayed in place for a while, and finally twisted itself, seeming to be very helpless with Lansi’s move.

Lansi’s move was basically a tickling to the tentacle, so it did not care about it.

Just…

Okay, how did Lansi injure his nails?

The tentacles thought for a moment, then secretly separated into a small strand of slend tentacles, and slowly crawled in the direction of the tentacle flesh.

It used to think that its little fish had the habit of collecting food, so it did not care about it. But now it seemed that its little fish was probably doing something that it did not know.

Notes:

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