“Who’s there?” I called out to the figure. The figure moved slowly, but its posture was weird, having a bent neck and raised shoulders. It raised his hand and waved at me, as if beckoning me forward.Puzzled, I approached the figure even as it moved, but it was too quick for me to keep up, and disappeared into the mist in a split second.That was when I noticed in shock that the light from the washroom nearby had shown up beside me, and I was standing at the edge of the deck, the pitch-black surface of the sea right beside me. I shook my head, wondering if I was still asleep or if I’d lost my bearings in the mist.That was when I suddenly saw the silhouette of another ship, slowly appearing several meters opposite the Seeker. Could Gary’s ship be docking with ours? I dropped to a crouch by instinct to hide behind the scaffolding and looked out through the gap, immediately realizing that it wasn’t Gary’s ship. It was a familiar ship, however, with the white hull I was used to so
Blazing flames ignited behind the merman, and he looked as if he was surrounded by a raging inferno. It was an especially fearsome sight in the darkness, presenting him as if he was an undying spirit that crawled out of the ocean.From the lower deck, he slowly slithered from the stairs to the deck above, his soaked dark purple hair spread loosely over his body, making him look devilish yet eerie. I noticed that there was a katana sticking into his belly and out of his back, but it didn’t seem to inflict meaningful damage—he still moved steadily and powerfully, and he was flailing his webbed claws at the humans nearby who were fleeing, dicing their bodies into pieces like a skilled butcher and instantly covering the deck with blood.Through it all, his eyes were leveled at Mary without once blinking, his eyes carrying a wild yet repressed emotion at the girl shrinking into herself in a corner.I dare say that the emotion was not hate, but the exact opposite—it was love.Despite my
“Linda! Linda!”I heard several familiar voices yelling my name just then, and opened my eyes while panting. In front of me were my crew mates of the Seeker including Mike and Luna, and while they were helping me to my feet, I realized that I was still aboard the ship. Everything I had experienced just now suddenly seemed to disappear without a trace. I began to wonder—was that just a nightmare? Why would I dream of Mary’s past, then? I just couldn’t wrap my head around that, and it was utterly bizarre.In fact, my mind was still caught in that dream, which left me utterly out of sorts and unable to differentiate between dream and reality. It was only thanks to a hand clapping on my shoulder that my head cleared up slightly. “Why were you lying on the deck, Linda? We all thought that you fell overboard.”“I don’t know either…” I leveled a puzzled look at them, and asked, “Did anything weird happen just now?”“Well, yeah—we just happened to sail into a region where a lot of other
The appearance of that shipwreck became clearer to us even as our ship slowly approached it—it was mostly covered in something black that resembled a thick layer of coal dust, its original shape long since lost.I realized in surprise that it was not the ship I dreamt of, since this once was much larger, and must have been a luxury liner like the Titanic. The tourists who died here were no different from succulent meat for seafaring fugitives. As time went by, whatever the rich folks left in the liner would grow in value, and I realized that it was nigh impossible for my crewmates to give up on the riches right in front of them.I therefore had no choice but to watch as they brought out beers in celebration, while I took the guns off the wall rack and stuff it in their hands. “Don’t celebrate too early, and keep these with you!”“When did you turn into David, Linda?” Luna’s whole face was mocking, but she took the gun nonetheless. “Aren’t you going? Aren’t you always curious about
Dicken spoke softly with his face plastered to mine, and I immediately thought about the Nest by association. I had finally wrapped my head around merfolk procreation—all of them are created by the Nest, and they pick their progeny from viable humans, assimilating them by spreading their Yiki. It is how they expand their race, unlike how humans procreate through mating. It was hard for me to believe that conclusion, but it was the most direct proof of the various miraculous aspects of the merfolk race. For example, their prolonged longevity was already showing in my body. Although I didn’t really find out about that secret through research, it was my good luck because of word of mouth from their leader—a killjoy.Sadly, this discovery couldn’t be written into a thesis for humans. Any secrets about rebirth would inevitably invoke human greediness, and this had to stay my secret. “I think that’s why the Nazis want you, and yet are willing to let you die.”I couldn’t help stroking D
I touched Dicken’s healed wounds, and one wouldn’t notice the needle hole-sized speckles lurking beneath his skin. “Maybe… your power wasn’t affected by the corruption, and if… I’m just saying in theory, is it possible that you could gain the same power after you had been corrupted? I wonder, do you know some of our medical terms, such as vaccine for infections? For example, you might hurt me, but you also keep me away from other corrupted Yiki. Given current circumstances, it might be difficult to corrupt me, but my luck might not hold out… “Perhaps my explanation and theorizing were too complex or outrageous for Dicken to understand, he simply leaned towards me and stopped me from talking with his lips, even biting my tongue punishingly and murmured, “Right now, I’m placing as much of my scent on you as possible, but…”Dicken looked up at me with a warning look then, his long, narrow eyes turning into slits. “You mustn’t be emotional and restrain your reactions. You have to stay a
To alleviate the awkward air between us, I gingerly asked, “Your scent clings on to me just by doing this? How long would it last?” “A few days,” Dicken answered very slowly, seemingly having a hard time to calm himself from the irrepressible emotions he was feeling. Picking up some clothing from a corner, he covered me and took me in his arms, leaning over my shoulder and sniffing like an addict. His nose changed spots continuously even as his hands danced across my chest, like a pervert about to go on an offensive.I couldn’t help grabbing his webbed claws and shifting them aside to look at him, keeping my distance to avoid brushing against him. “Hey, aren’t we going to go crazy from holding back if this goes on?”Dicken’s jaw clenched and he said nothing. He merely touched himself, his fishtail twitching involuntarily while I almost laughed from his grief. Reaching out, I pinched him in the member as payback, shuddering a little over the hot, rock-hard texture—I must admit that
My crewmates must have been attacked by now—I regretted not stopping them so much, even if I had to be violent! Fuck!Even as I was left in a dilemma, I noticed the glow stick on the table and immediately thought of an idea. I took out every glow stick I could find, despite being uncertain if those things were afraid of light and only able to hope that it would work even just a little, so that my crewmates on the other ship had a chance instead of just waiting for their deaths.I promptly picked up the glow sticks and tied them into several bunches, then threw them through my cabin window into the other ship over different locations. All at once, a venomous hiss echoed from the other ship—the corrupted Yiki that resembled human hair started thrashing once the glow sticks touched them, causing an eerie sight.Still, my hunch was right. Light somewhat worked against those horrid things, and I therefore threw more glow sticks over to the other ship. They would burst into light over a