When his fingertips passed through the North Atlantic region, Ma Tuan clearly saw miniature icebergs forming inside the glass sphere.

"Yeah, okay, see you tomorrow."

When the god left, all the metal objects in the office were covered with a layer of frost.

Ma Tuan froze in place until he heard the sound of Blore's boots in the corridor, and then he realized that he had broken the pen - the ink spread into a deep blue in his palm, just like the sea water under the icy abyss that night.

(Three days later, he saw a note for the class "Deep Sea Rune Analysis" on the newly issued timetable: Water temperature is a constant 18°C. Please bring scale lubricant.)

"Please, I'm busy too, okay?"

Ma Tuan drummed his knuckles on the table, the rhythm matching the frequency of the waves crashing against the rocks in the music he heard - this was a little habit brought about by his mixed-blood physique.

The ice crystal birthmark on the inside of the wrist is getting hot, and scaly patterns are faintly emerging under the skin. This happens whenever Sesame Ball gets close.

The "professor" on the podium had long silver-gray hair today, with a few pearls that could swim on their own entangled in her hair.

When he turned around to write on the blackboard, Ma Tuan noticed the faint gill slits on the back of his neck - that was a disguise made by the god to adapt to the human form, but it made him look more like a descendant of the ancient sea clan than a true hybrid like him.

"Besides, I'm a grown man, do I need 24-hour supervision?"

As he said this, the crystal vines in his mental vision suddenly trembled violently.

Those emerald green vines growing in the glacier of consciousness were his most private area, but now they grew wildly after he buried the sesame pill in it. As his mental picture continued to increase, even a few tiny aquamarines condensed on the tips.

During a psychological assessment last month, the counselor said his mental landscape was breathtakingly beautiful—an absurd yet harmonious symbiosis of glaciers and tropical plants.

But Ma Tuan felt that it was just the embodiment of the tearing of the mixed-race soul.

Zhimawan suddenly pointed his pointer at the tidal formula on page 37.

This action caused all the glassware in the classroom to resonate simultaneously, and the invisible scales behind Ma Tuan's ears began to itch - only mermaids would react to infrasound.

He looked at his other three companions, and sure enough, he was the only one who was listening attentively, and he was the only one who realized these things.

Bai Di lowered his head slightly, and it was obvious that he was playing games with Blore and Si Weijun.

Nansong was discussing with Lu Nanyao where to have lunch.

Jiu Yizhi and Xianmenlai were about to sneak out through the back door.

"I hope this course is an exam course, and then they will all fail."

He thought with some hatred.

But as he was thinking about this, he heard his name.

"Ma Tuan-san."

The sound of sesame balls sent an electric current through his tailbone.

"Please explain the effect of the polar night phenomenon on runic energy."

As expected, as soon as his name appeared, those who were playing games, talking, and preparing to retreat all stopped and looked at him with sharp eyes.

"Then their heads will all be blown apart."

Ma Tuan was furious.

A blatant challenge.

This piece of knowledge was not in the syllabus at all, but was the content of the last volume of "The Sacred Scripture of the Deep Sea" - the book that he had secretly read in the forbidden area of ​​his clan when he was a child.

When the whole class focused their attention on him, Ma Tuan felt that the glacier of his mental picture was collapsing.

The crystal vines madly wrapped around the iceberg in his consciousness, just like when he was caught by his tribesmen peeking at the holy text, he used vines to tightly wrap around the beams of the library.

"When the moonlight..."

His voice suddenly took on the high-frequency vibration unique to mermaids.

"When the moonlight shines vertically on the ice..."

On the podium, Zhimawan's irises turned into vertical pupils, which was a sign of his happiness.

Ma Tuan knew that his eyes must have become like this at this moment - proof of his most hated mixed-race appearance.

The bell saved him.

When he walked out of the classroom with his classmates, he inexplicably saw the glassware again.

He had an inexplicable feeling that the god was watching him through thousands of prisms.

Just like the polar light, it can illuminate the glaciers clearly and make even the smallest cracks visible.

It's amazing.

Such a powerful, ancient, unfathomable being, he had never imagined that such a being would set its sights on him.

Your steps will also keep up with his pace.

It's so weird and so unbelievable.

The other party is an almighty being, the god worshipped by their race for who knows how many years, the Lord of Ice and Ocean.

The eternal watcher, the whisperer beneath the icy abyss, is an indescribable existence that their clan has worshipped for dozens of civilization cycles.

He had seen a description of it in the forbidden area from the clan's previous ...

“When He walks, reality shatters like thin ice; when He gazes, time solidifies into blue crystals.”

And what am I?

A mixed-race bastard despised by his tribe, whose only commendable quality is his rather good talent for illustration.

How could a being like him, who transcends dimensions, possibly—

"Ma Tuan?"

Nansong's voice suddenly became distant, and her face suddenly twisted into a block of oil paint in Matuan's sight.

Blore stood up suddenly, and the scraping of his chair on the ground made a sound like the friction between the scales of a giant creature.

In a dimension invisible to everyone, the ice crystal patterns on Ma Tuan's birthmark are emitting a faint blue light.

"Eh? Sorry, I got distracted."

Ma Tuan shook his head violently. He was just thinking about something strange. These things were completely beyond his control. He just let it go.

But suddenly Bai Di discovered that his pocket watch suddenly stopped moving and frost formed on the surface.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, and stared intently at the abnormally distorted light behind Ma Tuan. Sure enough - he was saying why the other party didn't follow Ma Tuan today, the problem lies here.

Countless overlapping transparent tentacles vaguely emerged there, gently circling the outline of the mixed-race youth in a geometric trajectory that was incomprehensible to humans.

"Ah? Speaking of which, it feels like time has passed so quickly. Hey, Bai Di, how is your brother now?

Back then, in the tavern in the forest, he was covered in something unclean. I think you were decisive enough to knock your brother unconscious."

Blore held up his face and looked at Bai Di. He still felt that it was extremely strange. Bai Di's elder brother Lou Xun should have accidentally entered their mission of disappearing blood sea, and then was covered by some strange thing.