Chapter 103
Chapter 103
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 103
Chapter Title: The Sea Monster's Lair
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Immediately after the giant sea monster revealed itself, the remaining pirate ships fled toward the island for dear life.
Crema Galpredic, who had returned to the Elion, bellowed in fury.
“What the hell happened!? What was that monster bastard, and what happened to the Master!?”
Galpredic, whose face was already fierce enough on a normal day, was now covered head to toe in blood and rampaging, instantly turning the atmosphere on the Elion tense and ominous.
“Son of a bitch! I’ll go myself! Where did that monster bastard go!?”
“No, don’t! Sir Galpredic. The island is right there, but your powers still aren’t fully restored. If you jump into the sea, you’ll die.”
Romari whispered lowly, glancing around at the others.
“Damn it...”
Galpredic ground his teeth.
She was right.
They had wrecked one pirate ship and slaughtered everyone on board, but his body definitely felt different from when he was on land. Even after drinking the occasional pirate’s blood, it had done nothing.
“So what do we do? The Master went into that monster bastard’s belly.”
“Lord Eugene is an Origin. He’ll probably be fine, so just wait a bit. Oh, Sir Lanslo.”
Just then, Lanslo returned to the Elion late and threw a pirate onto the deck.
“The pirates seem to know something about that monster.”
“Yeah? Hey, you piece of shit. Spill it before I shove an axe handle up your ass! What the hell was that monster earlier?”
“$#*$#*@##*! *###!”
“What the hell is this bastard saying?”
Galpredic glared at the unfamiliar language, and Lanslo quickly stepped in.
“It’s Brantia. They call it the sea god of the archipelago.”
“Sea god? Fancy title for a monster bastard. Anyway, where is it? Ask him.”
When Lanslo asked, the pirate trembled in fear and answered.
“There’s an island called Ferring that’s its territory. It came sniffing the blood. Normally, the pirates offer sacrifices regularly.”
“Fucking hell. You sick bastards offering sacrifices to a monster? I’ll rip off all your balls, you shits. No, I’ll tear them all off and feed them to the sharks, you fucking scum!”
Frantic with worry that they might lose Eugene, Galpredic rampaged wildly.
With Eugene gone, no one could control Galpredic, so Romari felt the heavy weight of responsibility and stuck close to him.
“Sir, sir. Calm down first. You’re not feeling dizzy or like all your strength is draining out, right?”
“I’m not at full strength on the sea, but it’s not that bad. Why?”
“Oh, then Lord Eugene should be fine too. You and Lord Eugene are master and familiar, right? If one has a problem, the other knows immediately.”
“I see. But I’m not a familiar—I’m a retainer.”
“Guh, a retainer?”
“Yeah. The Master said so.”
“Oh... Ah! Anyway, that’s even better. If you’re okay, Sir Galpredic, it means Lord Eugene is still okay too.”
“Fuck... That’s reassuring. Hey, you piece of shit.”
“Eek!”
Whether the language differed or not, the scream was the same. The terrified pirate shrieked and scooted his butt backward.
“Guide us to that Ferring island or whatever right now. I’ll kill that monster bastard.”
Lanslo didn’t even need to translate.
Combining Galpredic’s demonic appearance with the word “Ferring,” the pirate instantly understood and jabbered away, gesturing wildly with hands and feet.
“It’s right behind Roderick, the main island.”
“Tell him if he doesn’t guide us properly and tries any bullshit, I’ll chop off his limbs and toss them into the sea.”
At Lanslo’s translation, the pirate’s face drained of color, and he nodded frantically like a madman.
* * *
“Keeeh! Master! Master! Are you okay? Hng hng hng!”
“I’m still fine.”
Gripping the firmly embedded Wolfslaughter tightly, Eugene quickly scanned his surroundings.
“The monster’s stomach? No, its throat?”
The sight of pirate corpses tangled among the ship debris with all sorts of sea creatures was so filthy and grotesque that even Eugene felt nauseous.
“Master, are you really okay? I heard from my elders that the Dark Clan dies if they enter seawater!”
“Seems the scales are keeping me fine.”
The Black Scale Mail wasn’t fully waterproof, but it blocked the seawater to some extent, allowing him to move almost normally so far.
“Still, it’s much worse than on land. Guys like Delmong would’ve died instantly.”
He finally understood why Romari had to stay in a coffin full of dirt. Even an Origin vampire beyond human limits had such weaknesses.
“Master, what do we do? I can’t die like this! Not even for great riches! At least in Golden Castle, wearing silk robes! Eating delicacies three meals a day for at least a hundred years! Keeeng! Eng eng eng!”
“You’re disgustingly honest even now. Anyway, no need to worry about dying, so stop bawling.”
“Keng!? Really? For real?”
“For real. Did you forget what I caught in the Winslon Count’s demon mirror?”
“Oh, manticores and drakes? But how’s that— Ahh! You ate the red mana stone from the drake, right!”
Just as Mirian said.
The manticore left a regular mana stone, but the drake had a red one.
That’s why Eugene gained a new ability from eating the drake’s red mana stone, and finally unlocked “transformation.”
“But-but, how do we get out of here?”
“Simple.”
Eugene raised his mana intensely and focused his mind.
A dark red aura rose from his eyes and body, soon enveloping him entirely.
“Kuh!”
Suddenly, a pain like his body was tearing apart hit him. But Eugene didn’t lose focus and operated his mana according to the instinct imprinted in his soul.
Ruuuumble...!
Eugene’s bare body heated red-hot, shredding his clothes and boots.
It wasn’t the mana—it was his rapidly expanding body that destroyed the garments.
Crack! Crunch crunch!
Growing beyond mere size, Eugene’s body took on a “specific form,” pressing against the monster’s throat.
Like most creatures, the sea monster had a huge maw but a narrow esophagus.
And moments later.
Guoooooooh!!!
A massive roar echoed through the cave-like throat, and everything in the monster’s stomach—mixed with gastric juices and seawater—began surging back up.
“Keeehhhhek!”
Mirian, clinging to the tail of Eugene, now fully transformed into a drake, screamed.
‘The sea’s weakening me? Five minutes might be the limit.’
As a drake, Eugene dug his large, sharp claws into the monster’s throat to hold on and thought.
‘A monster huge enough to swallow a ship whole. Even fighting outside, odds aren’t great. So...’
Eugene decided swiftly.
Hard to fight outside? Then fight from inside.
Krooooaaargh!
Though no match for a dragon, Eugene—as the fearsome drake known as an earth dragon—roared.
He tore mercilessly at the monster’s throat with fangs and shredded it with claws.
The gastric juices and seawater muddled his mind bit by bit, but the Origin vampire’s supreme soul and murderous will didn’t break.
Rip! Crunch!
Guoooooh! Guooooaaargh!
The monster’s agonized screams threatened to burst his eardrums, but Eugene didn’t stop.
Ripping innards, crushing throat bones, he pushed one way. Along the way, he didn’t forget to drink the waterfall-like blood pouring from everywhere.
Dozens of seconds later.
Riiip!
A gruesome tearing sound rang out, and Eugene realized nothing blocked his claws anymore.
“Kek! We’re out! Master! Land, it’s land!”
Mirian, dangling from the tail, cheered and leaped out.
Having torn the throat even wider, Eugene fully escaped the monster’s body.
As Mirian said, this wasn’t underwater—it was solid ground. The sea monster must have surfaced here, unable to endure the destruction from within.
Ruuuush!
The next instant, dark red aura enveloped Eugene’s 8-meter-long monstrous form.
“Urk!”
Moments later, the transformation ended, and Eugene rolled onto the ground, groaning as he reverted.
“Huu...”
Eugene forced himself up.
Finding Wolfslaughter amid the monster’s vomit, he lifted his head to inspect the sea monster.
House-sized?
No—the colossal beast, nearly castle-sized, lay with a hole torn in its neck.
Its intermittently twitching bulk was covered in coral and barnacles, like natural armor.
Fighting it outside would’ve been a brutal struggle.
“Dragon? No, whale?”
The head was abnormally large, blending the two in a bizarre form.
Like a super-sized deep-sea monster. Romari might know its identity.
“Whew.”
Eugene plopped down on the ground.
“Aigoo! My Lord Eugene! I believed in youuu!”
Mirian flew to Eugene sprawled on the sand and fussed, washing his body.
Normally he’d hate it, but soaked in saltwater, the spirit’s water felt refreshingly cool.
Thanks to Mirian finally acting like a proper Water Spirit, Eugene rinsed off the seawater, regained some strength, and stood.
“Anyway, where are we?”
The ceiling, with sparse light filtering in, was 70-80 meters high. The vast space had sheer cliffs flanking a wide beach.
Broken shipwrecks and unidentifiable bone piles littered everywhere.
“This its home? Damn spacious.”
“Yeah. Super big. That’s how a dragon-sized thing lived here.”
“You’ve never even seen a dragon.”
“Kek! Elders told stories. Probably that size? But it breathes fire and casts magic. Ah! Master, over there!”
Eugene whipped his head toward where Mirian pointed.
A cave that looked naturally formed gaped there.
‘Wind’s coming in.’
Sensing the airflow connected to outside, Eugene told Mirian.
“I’ll check that out. You search for something.”
“Hm? For what?”
“Mana stone.”
“Uh... Is there even one here? Mirian doesn’t knooow?”
His heart sank, but Mirian innocently tilted his head.
“Gotcha!”
Eugene snatched Mirian and thrust him toward one direction.
“In there.”
“Keehk!?”
Terror and despair crossed the spirit’s face.
Pointing at the sea monster’s corpse—specifically, what seemed its anus—Eugene said.
“Easier to enter that way than the mouth. Find it quick.”
Eugene slowly approached the monster’s horribly wrinkled anus.
“Masteeer! Wait! No! Waaaait! Kek!? Keeeh! Keeeeeeek! Keeeeeeeee...”
Gulp! Glurk!
With a squelching, unpleasant sensation, the spirit’s tearing screams faded into the distance.
Minutes passed.
Pffft! Spluuuurt spluuuurt!
Dark brown shit erupted from the sea monster’s anus like a waterfall.
Pffft! Pssshhh...
Breaking through the remaining shit barrier in the anus, Mirian—looking nothing like a Water Spirit anymore—oozed out.
“......”
Covered head to toe in shit, the little guy clutched a mana stone nearly his size and flew silently over.
Silently placing it in Eugene’s palm, Mirian landed on the beach, turned his back, and squatted.
He began scribbling in the sand with a finger, muttering.
“Defiled... Keeht. I’m... no longer a Water Spirit. Yeah, I’m shit now. From today... I’m the Shit Spirit. Keehihihi.”
“I’ll build you Golden Castle.”
“......!”
He flinched instinctively, but still facing away, Eugene added to the spirit’s back.
“I’ll even embed jewels. Say no if you don’t want.”
“Masteeeeer! Loyaltyyy!”
Shit-caked but still burning with greed, the spirit was true to form.
“Wait, quiet.”
Sensing something, Eugene held up a finger to Mirian and glared at the cave.
“Someone’s coming.”
Eugene whispered lowly and swiftly hid behind a suitable rock.
Soon, footsteps echoed from the cave entrance, and a group appeared.
‘Who are those guys?’
Eugene’s eyes narrowed.
(To be continued)