The songs of the dives trembled with the sea water, and a faint red light emanated from the huge golden statue of Fertan.

The octopus' head organized the ceremony showed a glimmer of light in its dark yellow, flat and round eyes.

As he raised the golden long staff in his hand, a low murmur began to mingle in the song, adding a hint of weirdness to the creepy sound.

The sea water stained with blood condensed into the statue, and the red light of the statue of Ftan was increasing, almost completely covering the golden color.

The statue seemed to have signs of melting, but there were only a little sign. After a hymn ended, the statue changed back to its original state.

A hint of disappointment appeared on the octopus's head, and with his wave, black foam enveloped his body and he disappeared in front of the diveteran.

Gradually, the consciousness of the deep-dives began to return, and they dispersed in groups of three or five.

Dipp has been here for a short time and has no social circle of his own. He floats alone in the water, which seems a little out of place.

"The clan seems a little unhappy today, and the prayer has not even ended." Dipp murmured to himself as he looked at the position of the octopus' head just now.

Soon the surroundings became empty, and Dipp's feet began to swing with his webbed feet and walked towards home.

As soon as he came out of the prayer building, Dipp saw the six tribesmen next to him tied up a killer whale with seaweed. They cut their skin with their knives and put a black-blooded sea urchin in.

The killer whale began to twitch violently, and the mouth kept making extremely painful cry.

Hearing this scream, the diving people showed excitement on their faces, as if torture others could please themselves.

But this was not the end. The deep divers standing in front of the fish head began to take out half of the extremely sharp shells that had been ground, preparing to peel the killer whales.

Suddenly they stopped and waved to Dipp on the side. Looking at their dead gray eyes without eyelids, Dipp shook his head and retreated.

The deep-dives who tortured the killer whale did not care when they saw the little guy who had just arrived refused.

The newcomers are so shy, but it doesn't matter. When he stays here for decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years, he will join in after he enjoys any fun.

Dip swam silently to the house, and the tribesmen around began to do everything possible to please themselves, and they could judge their age through their methods.

Simple sex and games are basically children who have just been out of the past few decades, and they start to torture others or self-harm. Some middle-aged people who are hundreds of years old, and the older they are, the more cruel the methods they are.

As for the elderly who are over a thousand years old, most of them will return to their rooms. Dipp doesn't know or want to know what they are doing inside.

Just as he was swimming by a pair of lingering tribesmen, a female diving man appeared in front of him.

Seeing her, a hint of fear appeared on Dipp's face, it was his mother.

The female deep diver raised the dark green claws, and Dipp quickly shook his head and slowly began to retreat.

Suddenly, a cold body was pressed from behind, and Dipp turned around and it was his mother's mother.

Then his feet cooled down and he looked down and said that it was his mother's other child, his sister.

The three of them hugged Dipp at the same time, rubbing their cold bodies against each other.

"Ahhh!!!" Dipp pushed them away and ran away like crazy.

The three of them looked at each other and swam towards the balls of meat wrapped in a ball of seven or eight deep divers beside them.

Dipp crouched in the corner of his room, curled up in fear and trembling all over.

As an orphan, he longed for his family very much. When he was a beggar, he even drew monks on the ground, lying on the ground, pretending to be with them.

Even if he was hungry, he would happily imagine how gentle his mother was, how strong his father was, how kind his grandmother was, and how happy he would be with them.

When he first arrived in Ihasri, he hugged his mother for the first time with this mood, but what happened next scared him. The family he wanted was not like this, definitely not like this.

Dipp felt extremely disgusted, but what made him even more frightened was that there was a trace of compromise in the depths of his dark heart.

"Hey...you said, if we stay here, will we slowly become like them..." A voice came from Dipp's mind.

Faced with this question, none of the three personalities answered, and they vaguely knew the answer.

After a while, another voice rang out in Dipp. "I don't know you guys, I miss the captain, I want to go back to the island."

Dipp swam to his home east of the house and picked up a mirror he found from the wreck.

Inside the mirror was Dipp's reflection, protruding so that his eyelids could not close, gradually gray-green skin, teeth that grew like pointed needles, and dark red fish fins standing on his head.

"Don't think about it, I can't go back. We are monsters now, and we are no longer humans."

The hand with sharp nails suddenly moved, and it inserted it crazy to pull the green scales on its face, as if it wanted to pull off the horror outside.

Unfortunately, under the scales is not the smooth skin of humans, but the bloody and fuzzy muscle layer.

A crying voice exploded in Dipp's mind. "I'm going to go back to the Narwhal! I'm going to explore with the captain and the others!! I'm the narwhal sailor!!"

Another personality and Dipp prevented self-harm.

Just as Dipp was soothing his emotionally broken personality, a special tremor came from outside the door wrapped in barnacle seaweed.

This is someone blowing a warning conch, which means there is a boat on it.

Dipp put down the mirror in his hand, opened the door and swam out. When he raised his head, he found that on the water above his head, several small ships were slowly passing by.

Dipp did not move because he saw the tribesmen holding harpoons in their hands and surrounding the ship.

Humans here not only represent prayer props, but also represent that they want new torture objects.

But at this moment, something jumped down on the boat above his head, and it seemed like a human.

The divers who met up had no intention of attacking, but led them to swim towards the city below.

This scene made everyone, including Dipp, curious and swam quickly.

Soon he saw clearly that the identity of the person who came off the boat was a group of guys in black robes.

They floated neatly in the water, like a group of ghosts in the water.

Seeing that special style of robes, Dipp knew the identities of these people. He had seen such robes. They were people from the Fertanic Church.

The rippling sea water allowed Dip to see the terrifying face hidden under the cloak.

The mouth that should have teeth was covered with octopus tentacles with suction cups, and the family members they just organized were different.
Chapter completed!