Chapter 129.2 Merfolk Shore
Inside the campus.
Blood droplets inside the pale torso continued to roam. This was all contaminants absorbed by the previous merfolk torso. What appeared to be dormant contaminants now arrogantly infiltrated every muscle fiber.
Under the moonlight, the glistening blood droplets moved like snowballs. Each drop seemed to have a set of sharp teeth, eagerly lining up for their crazy feast.
Jian Qingrong stood to the side, calmly observing the scene of the Merfolk King’s torso being devoured.
Beside him stood an octopus, lingering in the shadows.
In Wen Shi’s absence, the mini octopus abandoned its cutesy facade. The beloved top hat appeared on its head. A few of its tentacles held shiny utensils, seemingly pilfered from somewhere, and they began precise dissection. After the cuts were made, the mini octopus held a knife in one tentacle, while using another to create a slit. Its octopus blood dripped evenly onto each portion.
The moment the contaminants touched the merfolk torso, they erupted in a boiling frenzy, engaging in a devouring revelry similar to the blood droplets.
The mini octopus’s gaze grew brighter. The feeling of increasing strength with each moment was quite satisfying. Its tentacles, most prone to breakage, were gradually becoming as resilient as the Merfolk King’s hair strands.
“Feels so comfortable,” it sighed.
Jian Qingrong’s expression appeared gloomy due to the night. He said lightly, “Not bad.”
His peripheral vision monitored the mini octopus’ eye. Ever since he noticed the difference in this eyeball, he had leaned toward the notion of this eye being controlled or forcibly planted inside him. However, Big Eye from the start seemed to enjoy seizing Wen Shi’s focus, which undoubtedly stemmed from the emotions originating from himself.
Jian Qingrong contemplated quietly, attempting to find a logical connection to grasp onto.
At the same time, in the distant Exhibition Hall.
Arlon strolled on the fourth floor as if he were alone. He couldn’t locate the sealed Merfolk King, but… Arlon gazed in a certain direction. As the torso was consumed, the Merfolk King would likely sense it to some extent.
He released his psychic power. Now, all he needed to do was create a bit of crisis for the Merfolk King. Along with the hardworking helpers, that should suffice.
“Come out.”
The group behind the sculpture exchanged puzzled glances.
Upon hearing footsteps approaching their direction, the leader of the Sixth Commandment Guild was certain that their whereabouts had been discovered. Leading two members, he stepped out.
The game fairly restricted every extraordinary skill. Ji Yuanzhi’s【Omniscient Seer】wasn’t all-powerful. In reality, on that night, the guild leader of the Sixth Commandment followed the principal up to the fourth floor, narrowly escaping discovery. However, Ji Yuanzhi only deciphered the location.
Arlon’s gaze fell upon the silver metal in the Sixth Commandment leader’s hand, immediately guessing its purpose. “Explosives?”
The guild leader didn’t answer. He intended to use this method once again, coercing the Merfolk King to awaken through such means.
The【Little Steel Ball】was invaluable. When combined with the advanced【Aggro Doll】skill, it could successfully divert the Merfolk King’s anger towards Pei Wenwei.
Just as the guild leader prepared to take the initiative, intending to hold Arlon back while two guild members took action, Arlon suddenly gestured as if to give them permission to proceed.
“……”
The guild leader dared not let down his guard, his eyes fixed firmly on Arlon. “Since you’re not stopping, then come with me.”
To avoid being hit by the explosive aftermath, the game considered it as intentionally causing harm.
Arlon cooperated well, casting a glance at the doll, likely guessing its purpose. Having pulled off such a trick before, it was probably an attempt to stir up trouble once again in the eastern waters.
He shook his head. Even if he did nothing, after tonight, he would undoubtedly become one of the Merfolk King’s targeted victims.
Arlon stepped back from the Exhibition Hall’s entrance. The next moment, a burst of fiery light shot into the sky. Arlon vaguely caught a strange piercing sound—
The Merfolk King, dormant for years, had finally awakened prematurely.
The members of the Sixth Commandment quickly retreated, leaving only Arlon and the melding darkness. He silently watched as the Merfolk King’s head, severed below the neck, flew in a certain direction through the misty blue waters of the lake.
“The balance is about to be disrupted,” he said with a playful smile.
The principal was set on finding the complete heart to deal with the Merfolk King. As the Merfolk King slowly digested the damage caused by the contamination, victory or defeat depended on who would act faster. Now that a part of the Merfolk King’s body had been consumed, and without a complete heart, there was a possibility the principal could resolve it.
The only escape route left for the Merfolk King was…
Arlon let out a cold snort, as if he had already foreseen the Merfolk King’s downfall.
……
The terrifying head flew in a strangely fast manner towards a certain location.
At the same time, Mr. Ruan heard the explosion but didn’t immediately go outside. He was… looking at the mirror.
Lately, during the late hours of the night, Mr. Ruan often found himself lost in contemplation while gazing at the mirror.
The【Philosophical Mirror】kept making him question the rules incessantly, but the underlying submission couldn’t be erased overnight.
The eerie tide of terror rolled in. Mr. Ruan snapped back to reality, locking eyes with the Merfolk King’s severed head outside the window.
“King?” His shocked expression held confusion and puzzlement.
Why would the King awaken at this moment?
Before Mr. Ruan could voice his confusion, in the blink of an eye, his surroundings were enveloped by the dancing strands of hair. These ice-blue, sturdy curls formed a dense cocoon that was even tougher than the strongest fishing line.
Mr. Ruan instantly grasped the situation. The King wanted to kill him.
No, more precisely, to devour him. Merfolk had a history of cannibalism.
“Why?”
After years of painstakingly building a flawless background, one that would allow him to be enrolled at Mingzhu Academy and seek out his fellow merfolk to amass strength, he was now being treated as mere food reserves.
As the King’s most loyal subordinate, his devotion surpassed even the other merfolk hidden in the campus. Yet, the King chose to immediately come and devour him.
Mr. Ruan wasn’t aware that, given the choice, the King would prefer to devour the other merfolk and spare him. But he could sense the weakening aura of that merfolk. It had likely suffered severe injuries.
In order to regain his strength quickly, the King had no choice but to devour the stronger of the two.
The tenacious strands of hair were like steel shards of a meat grinder, creating numerous fissures in his skin. Frozen by frost, the blood couldn’t flow smoothly right away.
The merfolk was about to perish from his own specialty attack.
With a vast power difference between them, Mr. Ruan didn’t bother resisting and quickly turned into a bloody figure.
As the strands of hair were nourished by the fresh blood, a faint trace of color appeared on the pale cheeks of the Merfolk King. He desired to further embed them into the very core of his prey’s organs. Just as he was about to completely consume his prey, a wild beast’s low growl unexpectedly pierced through the isolated space. Mr. Ruan didn’t know what was happening. The sturdy cocoon suddenly trembled intensely for a moment, and a hole was torn open from the outside.
Outside the hole, a lithe leopard appeared out of nowhere. It took only a couple of steps forward, exuding a powerful and graceful aura characteristic of a predator.
This was Arlon’s spiritual form, which had previously been following Wen Shi in secret to prevent him from facing lethal danger. Tonight, it was guarding Mr. Ruan’s dorm.
Beasts were more inclined to communicate with one another.
Unbeknownst to him, the aura emitted by the leopard subtly stirred the primal instincts hidden within others.
“Finish it off.”
Mr. Ruan shuddered all over.
The spiritual form spoke human words, its rare amber eyes fixed ahead as it spoke deliberately, “Go finish off your king.”
With him providing assistance from the sidelines, borrowing the Merfolk King’s subject’s blade to slay the king meant his involvement wasn’t too reliant on other’s power.
Borrowing a blade to commit murder always worked.
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