Chapter 208: 144. Mysterious Child of the Sea
“Boom!”
A frenzy, terrifying power like a tsunami instantly coalesced around Jasmine’s body. In this moment, the black water flowing in her eyes erupted like a volcano, with ink-like darkness spilling from her eye sockets, spreading along her azure hair and skin, attaching to her body’s surface.
At this moment, Jasmine’s body transformed from white to black in an instant, a wave of energy erupted from within her, which first affected Fisher’s hair. In the next moment, his palm felt a sharp pain, and looking down, he noticed that his once-young muscles had relaxed and aged in that instant.
Jasmine was absorbing the surrounding life force!
“Jasmine!”
Under the intense impact of the tragic reality, Jasmine’s consciousness hid away once more, entertaining the idea of never coming back out. The weakening of her blessings led to a terrifying curse taking over her body again, and even Fisher’s calls no longer had any effect.
The black curse had become completely enraged. Her eyes brimmed with intense anger, pure life force swirling around her face like a veil of shadow, completely obscuring her normally cute and delicate features, only two noticeable white patches appeared on the shadowy veil above, ensuring her vision was not impaired.
The cursed and terrifying Whale Folk finally erupted with earth-shattering destructive power; at this moment, the girl was no longer Jasmine but had become the Child of the Sea from the Apocalypse Prophecy.
“Boom!”
The underground currents flowing around were also seemingly infected by the Child of the Sea’s rage, surging through the cracks in the ground caused by the monstrous form Anna had taken on, and in the next second, the frenzied Jasmine lifted her tail and transformed into a raging predator amidst the torrents of water, heading towards Blake.
“Roar!”
“Child of the Sea, come!”
Facing the tsunami-like approach of the Child of the Sea, Blake showed no sign of retreat; his muscles rippled with tension, and behind him, Muxi’s lightning extended from the giant sword in his hand, transforming it into a visible bolt of thunder. He took a sharp breath and charged through the surrounding waters with a wild howl.
“Boom!”
Two sounds collided violently in the current, the force generating a cracking sound throughout Blake’s body as though it had been punctured. His strength was completely inferior to Jasmine, who had entered a frenzied state; her small fist was now pressing down Blake’s giant sword, as if trying to crush him like a guillotine.
“Ha!”
But his combat skills were not something a mindless Jasmine could match. Seeing the giant sword in Blake’s hand twist, Jasmine’s punch landed on his face, but that fist filled with terrifying power was blocked by Muxi’s blessings.
That iron wall felt like the hardest object in the world, completely shielding Blake from harm, while the impacted Blake twisted his waist and swung the giant sword towards Jasmine.
“Slash!”
The giant sword wrapped in lightning sliced through the black mist enveloping Jasmine’s body, creating a wound that instantly healed with the life force she had just absorbed, not even a drop of blood spilling out.
Meanwhile, Fisher, who was just about to step in to help Jasmine, suddenly sensed something was off. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of black lines beginning to appear beneath Jasmine’s skin, wrapped in the black mist, those lines spreading along her veins. As Jasmine fought more fiercely, the spread of that black mist accelerated.
Jasmine had once said that if one recklessly used the power of the curse, the end for the Whale Folk would be extremely tragic.
And now, Jasmine’s original consciousness had almost entirely given up resisting; Fisher couldn’t dare to imagine what consequences would arise if this continued.
At that moment, Fisher made a decision. He turned in mid-air, his Fluid Sword instantly transforming into the shape of a spear. His strong physique propelled his waist and arms, and the next second, the fluid spear was thrown fiercely towards Blake.
“Buzz!”
The spear came crashing down on Blake’s shoulder; although Muxi’s blessings still helped him withstand this attack, the fierce impact from the spear caused Blake’s old bones to let out a mournful cry. He clutched his shoulder in pain, and the next moment, Jasmine pounded Blake’s head once more.
“Boom!”
An explosive impact erupted from the collision of fist and shield, sending Blake flying as his figure crashed through three or four mountains of gold, embedding him into the wall.
The Child of the Sea was continuing to attack, but Fisher had already grabbed the out-of-control Jasmine by the waist. He pushed her supple body aside, plunging into the water soaking into the rock wall.
The volume of water was considerable, and this time, holding her didn’t sink straight to the bottom.
“Glub, glub!”
“Jasmine!”
Underwater, Fisher seized the moment to try with all his strength to awaken the blessed consciousness sleeping within the Child of the Sea’s body, but the effect was very poor.
Jasmine’s body was now covered in strange black lines, still in a state of rage. She struggled ceaselessly in the water, utterly ignoring Fisher’s pleas, even directly swinging her tail in a flurry through the water, trying to shake off Fisher beside her.
Countless floating debris and gold passed over Fisher’s skin, yet he still held on tightly to her, grabbing Jasmine by her tail from behind, digging his feet firmly into the ground to come to a stop.
“Crack!”
Seeing he couldn’t shake off Fisher, the curse on Jasmine activated again. The black mist spread along Fisher’s arm that touched her body, each place it passed made Fisher’s muscles become old and shriveled.
In the fierce pain, just a second or two passed, and at the points of contact between Fisher and Jasmine’s palms, they had become akin to withered bones, even nearing disintegration due to her relentless pulling in the water.
That bizarre feeling of life ebbing away and the terror of living a lifetime in an instant made Fisher tremble. The black mist was still spreading; until his body began to dry out and resemble a dying old man, his consciousness started to blur, and the instinct to survive urged him to let go.
But at this moment, he still gritted his teeth, steadfastly holding onto the writhing Jasmine in the water.
The Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans in his arms had become scorching hot, the searing pain seeming to burn into his soul, keeping the aged Fisher aware just a little longer.
“Jasmine!”
Fisher was close to the brink of collapse; his life force was constantly being drained, merging into a series of flashing memories, his eyes rolled back, but in his peripheral vision, he could still see the cursed Jasmine pulling him through the water.
Her breath was terrifying, the flames of rage igniting her soul transmitted resentment towards humanity. Even as life continued to drain away, it was unclear whether it was the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans or some other reason, vivid images appeared in Fisher’s mind.
In the images, the cursed subhuman was concealed in the towering waves engulfing the land, gazing down at it swallowed by the sea.
Humans didn’t even see her true form before being devoured by the raging waters; she commanded her immense companion sea beasts to quietly reclaim the life of the land into the embrace of the ocean.
From somewhere, an echoing voice sang a song of despair, describing the hopelessness of impending death,
She said,
“The Mysterious Child of the Sea will create monstrous waves, erasing the sins of humanity.”
But that was the Apocalypse Prophecy, and only Fisher knew that this was the atrocity committed by the cursed Jasmine!
The true Jasmine was consumed by fear and disappointment, swallowed by the curse. The light of her blessings was entirely obscured, as if a weary traveler chose to immerse herself in an unknown dark trench.
Upon thinking of this, even his face began to age, Fisher bit down on his tongue, a metallic sweetness exploding in his mouth, the stimulation rushing to his head. In a flash, Fisher reclaimed Jasmine’s tail, his black hair gradually turning white, the time of his life nearing its end, but at that moment, he suddenly reached out backwards.
“Fluid Sword!”
A silvery blade surged upwards through the water, suddenly arriving in his hand. Fisher’s consciousness had begun to blur; he could only swing the blade down fiercely upon the pure black curse. The blade pierced through her skin but did not withdraw, allowing the pain to penetrate deep into Jasmine’s body.
“Jasmine! Does all your anger, all your regrets have to be accomplished through the curse? Can hiding solve everything? Don’t you know what you want to do?!”
“You want to avenge your aunt, it’s you! Not your curse!”
Fisher’s words abruptly cut off in the turbulent waters, for in the next second, the raging current lifted abruptly within the cave as if a water tornado had formed, rising to its peak. Yet, in the echoes of the old Fisher’s roar, the flow of the water momentarily hesitated before swiftly cascading back down like ordinary water.
“Splash!”
Two entwined figures suddenly plummeted from mid-air, Fisher and Jasmine collapsed to the ground at the same time. Fisher helplessly lay atop Jasmine; his zombie-like body was gradually swelling, his silver hair turning back black, his shirt torn to shreds, and Sir Book had silently fallen far away.
He lay bare-chested, and only when he gradually regained his youthful state did he refocus his gaze upon Jasmine beneath him.
He saw the fragile Whale Folk girl gently extending her finger towards Fisher, giving back all the life force that originally belonged to him.
Droplets of crystalline tears cascaded down her cheeks, flowing like pearls that expressed her vulnerable emotions.
She was merely a little too wronged and confused, gazing pitifully at Fisher, the human before her.
Jasmine, with a hint of tears, asked Fisher,
“Why… what did my aunt do wrong to be treated like this, why? I want to punish him, punish this sinner who desecrates life.”
“Yes, you want to punish him; that’s your right. Can you still fight, Jasmine?”
Fisher’s life force, infused with his essence, flowed into the depths of the Child of the Sea’s soul, that familiar essence and words, awakened the curling Jasmine who had found sanctuary in the safest place at this moment. Fisher was right; she needed to avenge her aunt herself, with her own hands, make that sinner pay the price.
Fisher sat up slowly, his upper body bare, beads of water clung to the black hair on his forehead, and he reached out to summon back his Fluid Sword.
“Hmm.”
The surrounding water surface spread out, and the two of them focused their gazes back on Blake, who was approaching with a sword not far away.
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