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The lingering fear of being mentally controlled and nearly committing suicide by jumping into the sea left him with cold hands and feet.

Klaus's heart was pounding in his throat, and he was just about to blurt out a few complaints to Renyi—

After all, nobody wants to hear praise like "you did a good job as bait".

"you......"

But the words got stuck in my throat before I could even say them.

He leaned against the mast, his face ashen, his injured hand trembling slightly, yet he remained intently watching the sea for any movement...

Clearly, the mental attack he just suffered had a far more serious impact on him than it appeared.

That bit of resentment was instantly replaced by guilt, and Klaus then pulled a burning plank from the fire.

"Is that woman... the monster dead?"

"He's probably not dead, but he was definitely stabbed."

I felt like my voice was coming from the back of my head, and the tinnitus didn't disappear for a while.

"I coated the spear with the paralyzing toxin of the barnacle."

It must have something special to be able to parasitize a thousand-year-old tortoise, right?

After all, even the system received rave reviews.

Paralytic toxin

[Review: This can be considered for uncooperative patients; the only side effect is that they might sleep until their next life.]

After a while, a few bubbles rose from the calm sea surface.

A dark, wooden-like body floated up, motionless.

Without daring to approach rashly, Ren picked up the "Fisherman's Blessing" and cast the hook, which caught on the monster's rough skin.

As the winch turned, the hunter, who had been so fierce just moments before, was now being dragged toward them like a dead fish.

[This scene is too beautiful for me to look at.]

[A fisherman will never go home empty-handed!]

[If I ever catch a mermaid, I could brag about it for the rest of my life...]

[Wake up, upstairs! That's a siren! It could bite half your head off in one bite!]

Soon, the monster's true form was revealed in the firelight.

There are no mermaids here!

That previously pitiful and beautiful face was one-third human skin and two-thirds gray-green scales, making it look disgusting and eerie.

She floated on the surface of the sea, her limbs still twitching slightly.

When she saw Ren Yi looking down from the ship's side, a deep-seated hatred flashed in her dull eyes.

A hissing sound came from her throat, and she opened her mouth again, which covered half of her face, as if she was about to scream.

I have no intention of listening to her 'sing' again.

Without hesitation, he thrust the spear in his hand through her wide-open mouth and pierced the back of her head.

[You have defeated the fake Siren and gained 6 Evolution Points]

[Global Announcement: Dragon Kingdom's No. 100 contestant has obtained 6 Evolution Points! National Fortune Rewards are being settled...]

[Reward to all citizens of the Dragon Kingdom: Strength +0.06]

Almost simultaneously, Klaus also received the notification.

[You helped defeat the fake Sirens and gained 4 Evolution Points]

[Global Announcement: Hanscat Kingdom contestant number 33 has obtained 4 Evolution Points! National Fortune Rewards are being settled...]

[Reward to all citizens of Hanscat Kingdom: Resources +0.04]

Extend your arm freely to get closer to the monster's corpse.

[Disassembleable target detected: Pseudo-Siren (Lv.3 Elite)]

[Disassembly yields: Siren's Embrace (Neurotoxin)*3, Complete Siren Skeleton*1, Mutated Vocal Cords*1, Combustible Fat*15, Rotten Flesh*20]

[Confirm decomposition?]

"confirm."

Just looking at the names of these items makes them seem like good stuff. I randomly picked out the newly acquired [Siren's Embrace].

It was a small, purplish bottle, and the liquid inside seemed to be flowing like a living thing.

The Siren's Embrace (Neurotoxin)

[Evaluation: By blocking the target's pain receptors, he/she/it dies in his/her sleep. PS: The gentlest form of murder.]

"nice one."

Although he doesn't intend to become Breaking Bad, this stuff is equivalent to a top-tier painkiller.

Before he could take out the other materials to study, another intermittent sound drifted over.

"Help……"

"Not again?!"

Klaus was tending the fire when he heard the noise and almost jumped in shock.

"Just how many of these singing monsters are there here?"

"This time it's for real."

Ren Yi listened carefully and realized that although it was the same cry for help, the monster's voice was very alluring, while the current one was indeed very weak.

The sound came from behind the boat the monster was rowing.

They approached warily, and the dilapidated little boat revealed its true form.

The ship's gunwale was tattered, as if it had been gnawed by something, and the hull was covered with scratches, with one spot merrily leaking water.

A thick wooden plank, half-floating on the water, was tied to the stern of the boat.

There was clearly a figure trapped in a tangled mess of fishing nets.

He was a boy who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Dark brown curly hair plastered to his forehead, his face covered in freckles, and his unfocused green eyes half-open.

The boat made a soft "bang" as it approached.

The boy seemed to be awakened by the noise. He struggled to lift his eyelids, and when he saw Ren Yi jumping over, his green eyes lit up.

"......water......"

The boy's throat felt like it was filled with sand, and he could barely breathe.

Klaus instinctively picked up the water that had accumulated in the message in a bottle and looked at Renyi, even though he wanted to rush over and pour the water into the poor boy's mouth immediately.

Without saying whether she would give it or not, she checked the boy's pulse and then opened his eyelids.

He stared silently at the freckled young face.

Eighteen or nineteen?

This is still an age where one should be worrying about exams or relationships.

"How is it?"

Klaus clung to the railing, asking expectantly,

"Should we save them?"

Perhaps because the elite monsters had died and the mist had dissipated, the reappearing sea breeze made the torches sway constantly.

A moment later, he reached out and took the bottle of water.

Klaus's face lit up with joy.

If you're willing to give someone water, then you're trying to save them!

Although he usually appears ruthless and merciless, he is actually very gentle towards his own kind!

Gently and carelessly, she lifted the boy's head, tilting the bottle to let the water moisten his chapped lips.

The coolness of the water seemed to stimulate the boy's remaining senses.

His survival instincts drove him to greedily swallow.

"Slower."

Seemingly comforted by Renyi, the boy's unfocused green eyes refocused, and his gaze towards Renyi changed from confused to clear. He even raised his hand and grabbed Renyi's sleeve.

"He's alive!" Klaus exclaimed, seeing it clearly.

He hurriedly turned around and went to find the crab shell they had been using as a "pot".

"We need to get him something to eat, fish soup, fish soup would be good."

"Thank goodness it was upgraded, otherwise the original boat wouldn't have been able to fit three people at all... This is simply fate!"

"Thanks......"

A soft murmur came from the boy's mouth.

"Please take me away from here..."

Sotoma forced a smile, but his green eyes, which had just begun to regain some vitality, dimmed as if a candle had been blown out.

The hand that was gripping Renyi's sleeve fell back onto the wooden board with a "thud".

"He..." Klaus, who had just set up the crab shell, froze.

"He's dead."

"But he just drank water and spoke!"

Without offering much explanation, he simply lifted the tangled pile of fishing nets.

A strong stench of blood and decay hit me.

The next second, Hans the cat, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, covered his mouth and gagged uncontrollably.

Where are the legs under the fishing net?

All that remained was the complete, pale leg bone, with bits of torn and tattered flesh hanging from it. The cut was jagged, as if it had been gnawed clean bit by bit.

The most fatal area is the abdomen.

There was a huge wound there, and you could see the abdominal cavity filled with seaweed under the rolled-up flesh!

The siren treated the Sotomayor as a food reserve, cruelly avoiding vital areas to prevent its prey from rotting too quickly upon death...

I knew the child was beyond saving when I checked his pulse just now.

Klaus then understood,

That precious bottle of fresh water wasn't for saving someone, but for saying goodbye.