Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

In the cold water warehouse, Gordon took out the missing person's belongings, including a cheap hair clip. The missing person's sister desperately wanted her to return safely.

A white line extends from the hairpin, leading into the depths of the warehouse.

As you follow the white line forward, the chill gradually dissipates, replaced by the faint warmth emanating from the activity of many people and the dampness of their breath.

Gordon vaguely heard indistinct chanting, with many people repeating fixed sentences in the same rhythm.

"...Getting ashore was a long misunderstanding..."

"...Back in the water, we will never be apart again..."

"...Soon everyone in Lundnim will understand us..."

"...This city is too filthy; we will soon clean it up and make it brand new..."

Gao Deng crept along the wall, peering out to observe.

This is an underground hall with a circular pool about ten meters in diameter dug out in the center. Countless clothes, teeth and hair float in the pool, different colors swirling and intertwining in the water, like an oil painting.

Dozens of people with wet feet bowed and worshipped it by the pool.

A high-ranking member of the Scaled Ones gave a young man a final warning.

"Let's abandon the shapes on the shore and return to the life where we are one."

"I understand." The young man, with tears of almost blissful tears in his eyes, stepped over the edge and jumped into the water.

His skin softened like wax, his legs, chest, and shoulders dissolved one after another, then his bones liquefied rapidly, and his fingers turned into streaks of light-colored swirling liquid.

Its face and eyes remained intact for a moment, and it even blinked upwards once before finally melting into the purplish-red water.

Gordon held his breath.

Vague images emerge from the water.

Deep water, deep sea, an empty nest. In it, man quickly dissolves, reverting to the primal elements that constitute life; memory, flesh, and spirit no longer belong to the individual.

[The Rejuvenating Mother Fluid. And so, humanity was replenished, the Wall of the Heart vanished—a cause for celebration.]

He did feel quite disoriented, and his body unconsciously moved towards it.

Ratstick grabbed Gordon's trouser leg to bring him back to his senses. Gordon shook his head violently and then pulled the somewhat bewildered Vera back.

Goodness...

Gordon now knows how the fishmen feel when they see the amniotic fluid in the warm bed; all they want to do is give up everything and jump into the large pool in the middle.

It appears to be a solution even more advanced than amniotic fluid, making it extremely tempting to normal humans.

Stop working, stop being a human being, just go down there and we'll all turn into soup.

Gordon couldn't help but think that a large source substance had once been enshrined in the Silver Fish Holy Box. Could this "Rebirth Mother Liquid" be one of the products of that large source substance?

"..." Gordon gestured to Vera.

They quickly left the altar and continued their search for the missing person.

"Chirp chirp." The mouse moved forward, feeling the increasing dampness around it. The Blackwater River seemed to be rising, which was not good.

Gordon took out the prison uniform that Wetfooted Informant Erin had once worn from his pocket and released the String of Knowledge.

The thin line leads further away, seemingly not here.

They had no choice but to search for the missing person first. He and Vera walked through a transport tunnel, at the end of which was a storage and transport area, connecting to the warehouse gate that led directly to the Blackwater River not far away. They could faintly hear the rising and falling of the water.

A large prison cell was built here, with sacks and wheeled wooden crates scattered around it to hold people.

Several wet-footed jailers were guarding the place.

Inside the prison cell were seven listless, despairing citizens: a dockworker, a young woman, a couple, two little girls, and a boy.

Vera glanced at Gordon, who nodded.

She disappeared from the spot.

The first jailer had just picked up the apple to take a bite when his head turned 180 degrees off his neck.

Vera grabbed the necks of the second and third guards, slamming their heads together until they shattered instantly, like destroying two coconuts.

Vera let go, and the three of them fell to the ground.

"Ahhh...!" The citizens were startled.

"Shh." Gordon rushed forward to calm the extremely panicked crowd.

He showed them their personal belongings, all provided by their families, and then briefly explained why he had come.

They were relieved, their eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and joy. They had listened to the chanting of "return to the water" all night, thinking that the next time the door opened would be their death.

Now the door is really open, and the people who came out were their rescuers. Someone really overcame all the difficulties and dangers to come to them!

Such a rare occurrence... At this moment, in their eyes, Gordon and Vera were even greater than St. John Sua himself!

Gordon took the key from the jailer and opened the cell door.

They suppressed their fear, helped each other out of the cell, their hearts pounding, still unable to believe it was real! Someone still remembered them!

"Watch the backs of the people in front of you, don't look around. If anyone's legs go weak, speak up quickly." Gordon sensed the rhythm of the wet-footed people outside, and when a gap appeared in the patrol, he led the survivors toward the dock.

After investigation, the informant Erin was found standing on the dock, chatting casually with other wet-footed men.

"Let's go now and move the goods out quickly. Someone might come at any time. It will be difficult to walk once the tide comes in," the wet-footed man urged.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer." Erin stalled for time, knowing that the police would take action tonight.

After the other wet-footed people left, Gordon tossed the Thread of God over, which floated to Erin's feet, as agreed beforehand.

"A master has arrived"

Words made of thin lines appeared before Erin, and his face twitched.

When he found the note in the agreed-upon trash can that afternoon, he thought the Department of Extraterrestrial Affairs had finally become even more insane than the Cultists.

I can't believe it's true!

There are truly extraordinary people in this world.

Then, the words rapidly changed before his eyes.

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"Raise your right hand if you confirm."

Erin raised his right hand.

"Come to the back"

Erin tried to turn around and walk over, hoping it wasn't something terrifying, because the swaying thin lines were actually quite frightening.

"This." Gordon and the others hid in the shadows, while the survivors huddled together, not daring to breathe.

"...!" Erin was deeply impressed when he saw Gordon release all the prisoners.

He thought the police were going to conduct a routine siege and some gunfights, but instead they bypassed the guards and patrols and brought out the few survivors intact.

These people were supposed to be thrown into the resurrection pool tonight to be reborn, which can be considered an extreme rescue.

"How so?" Gordon gestured. "Can you take us aboard?"

Erin swallowed hard.

"Follow me. It's time to ship the cargo." Erin glanced around the dock and finally led them to one of the steamships loaded with cargo.

In the dim light, they crawled into the bottom of the cabin.

"I'm leaving," Erin said to the other wet-footed men.

"Goodbye, brother." The wet-footed man bid farewell to Erin. "We'll catch up with you soon."

Erling walked to the control room, held his breath, and started the ship.

The engine roared, the steam engine sputtered, and smoke began to rise.

Gordon turned to examine the cargo being transported on the ship; its shape was different from the fish chests he had seen before. He closed his eyes and carefully examined it; judging from the quality of the contents… it was more like guns and ammunition, and there was no legitimate customs intelligence.

Smuggling weapons? The thought crossed Gordon's mind.

If the evidence is substantiated, they will have ample reason to demand military intervention and strike Tobias's Black Crossing.

Kidnapping, pollution, and illegal rituals are one thing, but large quantities of weapons are another. Tobias doesn't seem content with his men using harpoons for self-defense.

Then, in order to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, he sensed the direction of the surrounding rivers and quietly activated the tide of fate, secretly accelerating it.

The waves pushed aside by the bow, the turbulence stirred up by the propeller at the stern, and the water flowing out on both sides of the ship all become arrows that can be arranged.

Erling was stunned in the control room. He had been sailing boats for so many years that he knew how fast they could go with his eyes closed, but at this moment, the boat seemed to have lost all its burdens and was moving forward with the current, feeling much more relaxed.

He finally understood that the coded message wasn't just boasting; it seemed that a true master had indeed arrived.

Just then, Gordon heard loud footsteps.

The wet-footed people chanting prayers at the altar suddenly stopped repeating them, and the people in the warehouse began to run.

Something had clearly caught their attention. Gordon, watching the approaching exit, continued to focus on manipulating the water, hoping they weren't heading his way…