Shrouded Seascape

Time ticked by. Unknowingly, Charles' brows creased deeper and deeper as he reconstructed Sparkle's anatomical structure in his mind.

The anatomical data of a demigod was a treasure trove of important knowledge, and Charles was absorbing the vast amount of information at an alarming rate. It didn't take long before his brain entered another phase of uncontrollable proliferation.

With her sharp senses, Sparkle picked up on her father's condition immediately. Worry stirred within her, and she shouted, "Daddy! That's enough! You're accelerating your ascension to godhood!!"

A burst of white light enveloped every scattered tentacle in a desperate attempt to teleport away. Unfortunately, Sparkle and Charles' powers belonged to the same origin, and Charles had a deeper mastery of those powers than Sparkle. Escaping from him was no easy task.

"If losing control means reverting you to normal in exchange, then at least let me fulfill my duty as a father. Also, I'm not that weak, am I?" The moment Charles finished speaking, his entire form began to tremble violently.

Sparkle could only watch as the situation grew tenser with each passing second, and soon, the space around them tore open to create space-time rifts. Without hesitation, Sparkle used her tentacles and tossed all the blood and flesh around her into the opened yet unknown dimensions.

The next moment, all the tentacles gathered and retracted, eventually forming Sparkle's human form.

Sparkle stormed toward Charles. Her tone was agitated as she shouted, "Daddy! Why do you always like making decisions for others? Can you for once, even ask how they feel before you act! I really hate this so much! Please stop it!"

Charles froze in place and didn't make another movement. This was the first time in Sparkle's entire life that she lost her temper with him.

He extended his arms and pulled Sparkle into an embrace. Running a hand down her soft, long hair, his voice was tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"But Sparkle… If things continue on as they are, you'll become a god. I don't want that to be your fate."

Sparkle calmed the storm of emotions roiling inside her before resting her head against Charles's chest.

"Daddy," she softly called out. "That's my destiny. My lifespan is always meant to be this short. I've come to terms with it, and I'm ready for that day when it arrives.

"Besides, I have told you this before. Maybe this human personality and will of mine have been a mistake all along. When I ascend, all of those errors will be corrected. I'm not sad about it. In fact, I'm curious to know what I'll become."

Sparkle gently pushed Charles away and lifted her gaze to look at her father's scarred face. The corners of her lips lifted into a faint smile, and she continued, "Your daughter's all grown up now. I can take care of myself. Go and do what you need to do. I have things that I care about too."

The moment the last word left Sparkle's lips, her form vanished right before Charles.

Instinctively, Charles reacted, and thousands of eyes sprouted across the island in an instant, searching for any trace of Sparkle. Within a second, he was certain that his daughter had left the island altogether.

A wistful expression surfaced upon Charles' countenance. His lips parted as if wanting to say something, but eventually, they closed again without any words. He then turned and made his way back into the house.

Sinking back into the brown leather sofa and merging himself into it, Charles stared at the crystal chandelier above as his mind replayed every single thing that had happened earlier.

Charles couldn't tell if Sparkle was speaking her true feelings or if they were meant to be a white lie to comfort him. But he knew one thing for sure: he had made a mistake.

He had once believed that he had figured out how he should get along with Sparkle. But now, it seemed that as she grew older, her personality was changing as fast as she aged.

"Maybe…if her mother was still around, things wouldn't have turned out like this," Charles muttered and let out a heavy sigh

Now that Sparkle had left, Charles had other important things to work on. There was no more time to waste

The blood-red carpet on the ground swiftly creased and folded to form a summoning circle. It was the spell circle to summon the Feaster.

"The contingency plan involving Bandages is already in motion. It's time to carry out the next one," Charles muttered to himself.

The second contingency plan was to seek 005 and try to form an alliance with her to save humanity.

In desperate times like these, Charles was willing to try any solution that had even a faint glimmer of hope. Perhaps one of those solutions could be the key to human survival.

Though 005 had once said that she would never intervene again, circumstances had changed dramatically since then.

Since she was amiable toward humans, then according to logic, she would lend a helping hand in the face of the coming catastrophe.

However, when Charles tried to activate the summoning circle, he found the ancient glyphs motionless. There was no response.

The Feaster seemed uninterested in answering Charles' call, but Charles wasn't one to take no for an answer.

He knelt down and pressed his palm firmly on the summoning circle. A surge of psychic energy erupted out of him and forced its way into the spell circle in a reverse direction to challenge the Feaster's pride.

If the Feaster still chose to ignore such a blatant taunt, it wouldn't be worthy of being called a Divinity in the Subterranean Sea.

Swiftly, dark clouds gathered above Charles and they were accompanied by the roar of thunder and flashes of lightning. Rain poured down in torrents as a cylindrical figure stuck its head out from the depths of the clouds.

It was the Feaster, and it seemed to be clearly displeased.

Charles spoke, "Bring your mistress here. I have something important to discuss with her."

"You're so incredibly rude."

The message entered Charles' head. It was not from the Feaster but rather from 005 who emerged from the wall. As usual, she was wrapped from head to toe in black bandages.

"My apologies, I didn't want to do this. But it's a critical situation," Charles replied.

"Yeah, I know. I've seen everything from your memories," 005 said. At the same time, a cat leaped out from the void and landed gracefully in her arms.

Charles carefully chose his words for a couple of seconds before he decided to go with a direct approach.

"You've said that you like humans. Now that both the surface world and the Subterranean Sea are up against a major crisis, are you really not planning to do anything about it?"

"Do something? What makes you think I have the right to stop what's coming?" 005 asked. "Since humanity is meant to be annihilated, so be it. That's their fate. There's nothing we can do about it."

"You claim to like humans! Is this what you mean by like?" Charles pressed on; he refused to give up on this opportunity.

"Of course. They are such an amusing species that I'd hate to see them all vanish. That's why I've been collecting pieces of them to create my very own."

"Wait!" Charles called out. He suddenly caught something important from her words. "Those organs that you took from me before… Was that all for this? Did you already know this was going to happen back then?"

Covered in black bandages, 005's face betrayed none of her emotions as she continued to stroke the Feaster's back gently.

"It wasn't just you," 005 began. "I've told you. Over the years, I've encountered many beautiful flowers in the human world. When I find one that I like, I would collect a piece of it. For example, the flower before you was a girl named Julio.

"Of course. I never forced them. I used your species' own methods to resolve these matters. Negotiation and exchange. Every human has something they desire, and I simply offer them what they wanted.

"So far, there has been no human who rejected me. In fact, some even worship me as their god just to have the chance to strike a deal with me again."

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