Chapter 277: Fisherman.

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Lykos’s silver eyes locked onto Seris’s, gleaming like shards of moonlight in the darkness. For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath as he hesitated, his lips parting as if the words themselves were heavy, burdened by the weight of truth. Finally, he spoke; his voice was low and deliberate, each syllable echoing like a distant thunderclap. "I’m feeding myself... to grow." A cold shiver raced down Seris’s spine, her instincts screaming in warning. Deep down, she had already known what his answer would be, but hearing it aloud made it all too real. Her voice, steady despite the unease coiling in her chest, cut through the tension. "And what exactly are you feeding on?" Your next chapter awaits on novelhall.Côm Lykos’s expression remained impassive, his tone as cold and detached as the void itself. "The corpses scattered across the battlefield. And the creatures I’ve hunted." Her fingers twitched, instinctively tightening around the hilt of her sword. She didn’t need to look around to confirm it, since the wasteland was barren, devoid of any beasts. Only the fallen bodies of humans littered the ground. The realization struck her like a blade to the gut: Lykos had been feeding on them. On her kind. For a heartbeat, her body tensed, every muscle coiled like a spring, ready to strike. Her instincts screamed at her to end him, to cut him down before he could grow stronger, before he could become an even greater threat. But then, with a heavy, shuddering breath, she forced herself to relax, her grip on the sword loosening. {I figured as much...} she thought bitterly, her mind flashing back to their first encounter. {After all, he wanted to eat me too, didn’t he?} Slowly, deliberately, she released her sword and met Lykos’s gaze once more; her voice was steady despite the storm raging within her. "So... what now?" Lykos didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head back, his silver eyes scanning the darkened sky as if searching for something or someone. The silence between them stretched, thick and suffocating, filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Finally, his gaze returned to her, his expression as inscrutable as ever. "Mother is calling," he murmured, his voice being barely above a whisper, yet carrying an eerie weight. "It’s time for me to leave. But don’t forget our deal... Your body is mine." Seris’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding like a war drum. "W-what—?" Before she could finish, a sudden, deafening flapping sound filled the air as massive black-feathered wings erupted from Lykos’s back, their inky darkness swallowing the light. Before Ys could retort, something cold and wet pressed against Rex’s cheek. He turned his head to find Nyra standing beside him, holding out a chilled beer. She was dressed in a sleek black swimsuit that clung to her figure, the contrast of her pale skin against the dark fabric making her look effortlessly striking. Her silver hair caught the sunlight, shimmering like liquid metal as she tilted her head, her expression as cool and unreadable as ever. "Oh! Nyra, my dear," Rex said while taking the beer with a playful grin. "Have you finally decided to join this old man in discovering the joys of fishing?" Nyra rolled her eyes as she sank into the beach chair next to him, reaching into a cooling container for a bottle of juice. "What’s the point of fishing?" she said while cracking open the bottle with a flick of her wrist. "If I wanted a big fish, I could just dive in and grab one. This just looks like a huge waste of time." Rex clicked his tongue in mock disappointment while wagging a finger at her. "Tsk, tsk, tsk... Kids these days have no appreciation for the fine art of fishing! It’s not just about the catch; it’s about the experience. The patience, the skill, the—" "Boredom," Nyra interrupted while taking a sip of her juice. "Don’t forget the boredom." Meanwhile, Ys had started sniffing at the beer Rex held with her curiosity piqued. "Mmm? What is this? I’ve never seen anything like it before. Also... why are you talking like some grandpa all of a sudden?" Rex took a long, satisfying gulp of the beer while sighing contentedly before answering. "This, my dear Ys, is beer. I had to pester Cleo for days to brew some for us. She fought me on it at first, saying it was illogical, a waste of resources. But after a lot of convincing and pointing out how profitable alcohol is in a sector full of pirates, she finally gave in." Nyra smirked while stretching out lazily under the sun. "Ignore him, Ys. He had too much free time and spent it watching old fishing videos. Now, he actually thinks he’s some wise old fisherman." Rex only laughed while raising his beer in a toast to his newfound "expertise." The sunlight glinted off the bottle as he took another swig, his grin widening. "You’re just jealous of my skills, Nyra. Admit it." Ys giggled, plopping down onto the metallic floor beside him. "Well, if you’re such a prodigy, maybe you should cook us something. Let’s see if you’re as good as you claim." Rex’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Challenge accepted. But first, I need to catch something worth cooking. And with all this noise, the fish are probably halfway to the next sector by now." Nyra snorted while leaning back in her chair. "Good. Maybe then you’ll give up on this ridiculous hobby." "W-what! What do you mean by ridiculous? Take it back! I have you know that Lyra actually likes fishing too! Tell them, Lyra!" Rex said while gazing at Lyra, who was coming toward them while eating from a big bag of chips. "Erm... what do you want me to say?"

Chapter 277: Fisherman.

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