Chapter 83: Who Is This Person Accusing Me, the Councilor?!

The fish-headed monster, three meters tall and undeniably massive, looked no larger than a child beside Wu Chang's five-meter frame.

In his whale transformation, Wu Chang's strength attribute increased by 50%, reaching a staggering 40.5.

On land, this value meant no creature except an adult elephant could survive two of his slaps.

For instance, the fish-headed monster charging at the front—Wu Chang swung his jaw, and while its lower body kept sprinting forward, its head was flung backward, its gills ripped open and exposed.

Wu Chang swept his hand down, jabbed two fingers into the monster's gills, and swung its body like a weapon in a circle around him.

Any monster struck by it either broke bones or shattered tendons, or had its head explode into a spray of blood mist, collapsing motionless to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, five or six fish-headed monsters lay dead in his hands.

This was the power of the Windmill! As the saying goes, brute force overcomes all technique—Han Shi needed to cast buffs, activate skills, and land three or four cuts to kill a single fish-headed monster.

But for the giant-sized Wu Chang, even a casual strike equaled a ranged area-of-effect skill.

With sufficient stats, any problem could be solved.

Even the "low damage, high insult" Mamba Iron Elbow, when he used it now, could easily crush a fish-headed monster's skull.

On the fish-man pier, he moved like a humanoid tank, charging through the fish-headed monsters.

In just five minutes, the first twenty fish-headed monsters to reach shore lay dead on the ground.

Having eliminated the enemies, what came next troubled him.

After the Divine Grace Day ritual, he knew these fish-headed monsters were townsfolk who had eaten the Golden Flying Fish—they had once been human.

Even though the fish-men of the Underworld were merely condensed from the island's past history, the thought of eating them still made him feel nauseated.

For most people, cannibalism was an unforgivable taboo; without a friend like Ba Shu who knew how to handle such things, one would never experience this in a lifetime.

As Wu Chang hesitated, he noticed white mist seeping from the bodies of the dead fish-headed monsters.

This white mist resembled the vital energy he had seen inside living people when using the Calamity skill.

An idea struck him—he inhaled sharply toward the drifting white mist.

Twenty strands of white mist, drawn by the pull, were sucked into his abdomen.

The Whale Swallow skill activated.

"Talent Skill: Whale Swallow"

"Skill Description: While in Ocean-Favored state, your Strength attribute increases by 50%; consuming enemies grants temporary Strength attribute and increases your size. Each enemy consumed temporarily reduces your Will cap by 0.5, duration: one plane."

Swallowing twenty enemies at once lowered his Will cap by 10 points.

But in return, his Strength attribute rose by 20 points, and his size expanded from five to seven meters.

For most players, trading 10 points of Will for 20 points of Strength was not a favorable deal.

But for Wu Chang, his near-limitless Will, combined with "The Courier's Delivery Bag," allowed him to feast happily on the fish-man pier all night.

He rubbed his hands together, gazing eagerly toward the sea.

He didn't wait long—when the sea horn sounded, the fish-man fleet appeared on the water.

But whether due to his low sin value or Han Shi having killed too many before, only two medium ships and three or four small ones floated on the surface—far smaller than the fleet Han Shi's resentment had summoned.

"Too stingy—don't you know a kid's growing?"

He grumbled, then plunged into the water before the wooden ships could reach shore.

Ocean affinity turned the underwater into his domain; his seven-meter body glided effortlessly through the depths.

In the water, he and the sea became one—no oceanic restraint could bind him.

He was like a current of water; the sea didn't resist him—it aided him.

As long as he willed it, he could raise waves or dive into the deep sea.

Soaked in the cold night water, he felt no discomfort—only comfort and warmth.

This feeling lulled him into deep relaxation; in a daze, a tender call drifted up from the ocean's depths.

The call was so tender, so familiar.

His vision blurred, and before his eyes appeared the memory of his mother calling to him as a child.

"Wu Chang, come here." "Wu Chang, come here."

……

"Wu Chang! Get over here! Your teacher Li told me this afternoon you didn't turn in your homework, didn't pay attention in class, and were chatting with the girl next to you—both of you laughing so loud the hallway supervisor heard you! Are you trying to overthrow heaven?!"

Wu Chang shuddered, snapping awake from the illusion.

Close call—almost caught.

Regaining his senses, he found himself surrounded by darkness; through ocean affinity, he sensed he had sunk three to four hundred meters below the surface.

What the hell was that? He focused his mind, refusing to sense the call from beneath the sea.

He had swallowed too many fish-headed monsters at once—his Will plummeted rapidly, creating a crack in his mental defenses that let the thing beneath the water slip in.

Luckily, his foundation was solid; even with 10 points reduced, his Will remained above 50.

He hadn't drowned in a fully fabricated illusion—he still held onto his real mother.

Monsters are monsters—even if intelligent, they don't understand the human heart.

They think calling your name softly means kindness and gentleness?

Ha—when his mother called him by his full name as a child, it was always the prelude to a storm.

He didn't know what lay beneath the deep sea, but his 90-point Insight told him it was no C-rank dungeon entity.

Not even something of the Wasteland Realm.

Could it be that C-king was squatting on a square stone pillar, ready to hand him candy?

Now he understood Marty's feeling—the most terrifying thing is knowing what terror is, yet facing it, feeling no danger at all.

Just now, he'd nearly been lured into the unknown deep sea; but when he came to, he felt no dread—only disappointment, as if he'd betrayed its kindness.

I'm sorry, I don't deserve this from you; I don't want to hold you back; you can find someone better.

He shook his head, bowed deeply to the deep sea, delivered a trio of good-person cards, then swiftly swam toward the surface.

To vent his inexplicable emotions, he let out a loud whale song, then leaped high out of the water and crashed down onto a small wooden boat carrying a fishman.

The massive impact instantly overturned the boat, sending the fishmen aboard tumbling into the sea.

The fish-headed monsters born from townsfolk, though also powered by the Golden Flying Fish, absorbed its energy poorly and never gained oceanic affinity.

As fishmen, they were even more helpless fighting Wu Chang underwater than on the dock.

Moreover, the Wu Chang before them now was larger and stronger than before on the dock.

A version of "Jaws" from another world unfolded before the fish-headed monsters.

In just two minutes, all the fish-headed monsters who had fallen from the boat were eliminated by Wu Chang.

His body swelled again, turning toward another small boat…

Half an hour later, Wu Chang in human form stepped out of the water and returned to the dock.

The fishman fleet had been completely cleared by him and would not respawn for now.

After surviving the second wave of attacks, the fishman dock naturally entered its third phase.

In the center of the dock, the life-sized bronze statue of Count Jermain glowed with light.

A fishman, six meters tall, shimmering with Jin Guang and clad in full armor, coalesced on the dock.

From it, Wu Chang sensed the aura of a Divine Envoy.

It seemed that in the Inner World, Divine Envoys did not need to possess a host to manifest—they could form their bodies through the statue's power.

The Divine Envoy raised his knight's sword, the tip pointing directly at Wu Chang, declaring: "You are guilty!"

The Light of Judgment was about to strike Wu Chang, but like a water column hitting a rock, it shattered and scattered—Wu Chang stood unharmed in place.

He pulled out the Town Councilor's badge from his personal space and sneered: "Who dares accuse this Councilor before me?"

With that, he snorted coldly, transformed into a ten-meter-tall whale-like giant, looked down at the doll-like Divine Envoy, and slapped him downward.

(End of Chapter)