And on the dark sea far away from the hustle and bustle of Anchor Bay City.

A medium-sized sailboat without any markings was floating quietly.

Here lies the one who possesses the true knowledge.

On the bottom floor of the cabin, cold magical lights illuminated a creepy scene.

The puppeteer stood in front of a simple operating table, his fingers in black leather gloves like the most sophisticated instruments.

On the operating table, lay quietly the girl who had appeared in the Blue Shell Warehouse.

That's right, this girl is another masterpiece created by the puppeteer.

Although most puppets made by the puppeteer are based on himself, this time he made a female puppet for the first time.

This wasn't a sudden whim for him to develop some special functions for the 'doll'.

It was just that his extensive magical knowledge told him that only a female puppet could use the materials it had stolen to summon what he wanted!

Her body has been transformed beyond recognition.

The skin was a sickly pearly white, with demonic tissue gleaming with a faint blue luster implanted in several key areas.

Strangely connected to her flesh and blood nerves.

Above her heart, the tiny crystal bottle was embedded in her chest, and inside it swayed the "Mirage Tears" from a young mirage.

It emits a soft halo that contains the majestic power of the ocean.

The people of the Tide Chamber of Commerce will only use them to make addictive poisons and antidotes, while the Puppeteer can exchange them for more valuable things!

The entire body of the small doll is like a carefully carved work of art, waiting to be infused with soul.

The puppeteer examined his masterpiece with satisfaction, his expressionless face on the cold white mask.

Only those eyes flashed with an almost fanatical concentration.

He stretched out his fingers, gently brushed the girl's cold forehead, and asked in a low and seductive hoarse voice:

"Child... tell me, do you feel it? That call from the deep sea... the will of that great being... do you know how to summon it... to this world?"

The girl's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and her long eyelashes were like the wings of a dying butterfly.

Her lips opened and closed silently, as if she were mumbling in her sleep, her voice thin and timid, "I don't... I don't know... Father..."

"You don't know?" The puppeteer's voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of cold anger and extreme disappointment at being disobeyed. "No! You know! I have implanted the trait of erudition in every puppet! You are actually deceiving your great father! Puppets, you are indeed born evil! I don't need to infuse you with holy light! You won't know how to correct yourself!"

"No... Father!... I just want a... hug... that you promised me..."

The puppeteer's patience seemed to be exhausted in an instant.

Without any warning, he suddenly raised his right hand!

A sharp, almost transparent ice cone, formed entirely from condensed cold air, instantly formed at his fingertips!

The tip of the ice cone flashed with a deadly cold light!

"Foolish! First complete the great mission your father has entrusted to you!"

Before he finished speaking, a fierce look flashed in the puppeteer's eyes.

The ice cone, which condensed the magic power of nature, was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole. With a piercing scream, it pierced the girl's flat belly without mercy.

It pierced the node in her body where all the energy of the monster tissues gathered!

“Puff!”

The dull sound of the ice pick piercing the flesh was particularly clear in the silent cabin.

The blood did not gush out as expected. The wound was instantly frozen by the extreme cold, leaving only a circle of strange frost.

However, an energy wave that was a mixture of the girl's painful soul wails and the majestic ocean magic, like a detonated deep-sea bomb, exploded with the girl's body as the center!

The entire sailboat shook violently, and thick white frost instantly condensed on the inner walls of the cabin.

Outside the cabin, the originally calm and dark sea surface began to move without wind, rolling up a huge and deep terrifying whirlpool that seemed to lead directly to the endless abyss!

…

The sky of Anchor Bay City seemed to be suddenly pressed into an inkwell by an invisible giant hand.

In the morning, there were only gray clouds, but in a few breaths, they became as thick as lead blocks, pressing heavily on the sea and the city.

The strong wind roared without warning, blowing up dust, scraps of paper and fish scales from the dock, which slammed hard against the thick wooden windows of the Surge Hotel, making a crackling sound.

In the distance where the sea and the sky met, a pale flash of lightning tore through the darkness, followed by the roar of thunder rolling across the sky, shaking the ground beneath the feet slightly.

"Fuck! This damn wind!" Enzo cursed as he slammed the window shut and wiped the rain from his face. "It was fine just now, and now it changes so suddenly!"

Anna's emerald eyes looked out the window at the boiling sea, her brows slightly furrowed. "Unusual. The storm shouldn't come so quickly and so violently."

Monica held Xiao Mu and walked to the window.

The little guy's pink body was slightly tense, and his three pairs of wings were unconsciously folded. His pink eyes stared at the rolling dark clouds outside the window, making a slight "mumm" sound with a hint of uneasiness.

Fortunately, it is an angel, but it was scared like this by such a small storm.

Mark looked speechlessly at Xiao Mu, who had already treated Monica's chest as his home, and threw a green grape into his mouth. It would be hard to believe that there would be no summer without a few heavy rains.

Deep within Monica's wine-red pupils, the identification array flowed silently.

Capturing the chaotic surge of water elements in the air and a low-frequency disturbance that seems to come from the depths of the sea.

"This isn't an ordinary storm," she said in a low voice. "The air exudes a magical energy that isn't natural. Judging by the energy fluctuations, it must be a marine monster."

"It's a seaside city, so it's normal for some ocean-type monsters to move around."

Mark felt that there was no need to panic. They were not saviors who would intervene whenever something happened.

Even if there really is a crisis, how can such a big city not have a solution?

Towards the dock, the large and small ships that were originally as busy as a colony of ants are now like frightened quails, scrambling to rush to the safe harbor.

The experienced old fisherman stood on the pier, shouting orders to the storm, his face so solemn that water could drip out of it.

"Qiu Sha! Qiu Sha is here!"

An old fisherman with white hair and beard was supported by his companions and hid in a nearby shack. His voice was drowned out by the wind and thunder, but his panic was clearly conveyed. "This damn weather will not stop for ten days or half a month! Don't go out to sea! You are looking for death!"

Anchor Bay City was instantly shrouded in a damp, cold, manic and suffocating atmosphere.

The daytime was like dusk, with only the lights from hotels and scattered shops struggling in the dancing rain, appearing particularly small and fragile.

The Haichao Chamber of Commerce may have also been affected by the sudden storm and there was no sound.

Cole Haichao must be extremely worried at this moment and has no time to try to apologize.

Team Mark is enjoying a leisurely time.