The Trouble-Maker in Mizuki's Household / Mizuki's High-Maintenance Wife

The slender snake tail slapped against the beach, and a judge lay on the ground beside it. Siren No. 1's expression was one of utter disappointment.

In front of her was another Sea Siren, with black hair, wearing clothes that seemed to have come from nowhere, head bowed, obediently accepting a scolding. Siren No. 3456789 couldn't lift their heads in front of their elder sister.

"Holy crap, Izumik above, did you hit your head? How can Sea Siren drown itself? You don't even need to breathe, okay?!"

Yes, that's what Siren No. 1 found unbelievable. As a completely new life form evolved from the Seaborn, and also an existence with a water body and a consciousness wandering in the Sea of Life, how could Sea Siren possibly drown herself?

"But I really did hit my head..." Siren No. 34356789 said, gesturing a parabola with her hand. "I had just hatched when I found myself flying in mid-air, and then my head hit that rock over there. I was trying to retrieve my eggshell, and then..."

"And then you find yourself actually drowning?"

"Um."

What a weirdo! Siren No. 1 finally understood what weirdo meant. It was even weirder for Sea Siren to drown than for a fish to drown. But after thinking about it carefully, she realized that it was probably her fault. Because No. 3456789 was probably thrown into the air by the eruption of Mount Huo, so she should actually be one of the earliest batches, but her number was just too late.

But who would have thought that this thing would hatch in mid-air?

Damn, Sea Siren really are a group that can't be described by common sense.

Big Typhon

Chapter 132 The Troublemaker of the Mizuki Family

"Apart from Rhine Lab, have all the research teams disappeared without a trace?"

Looking at the report in front of him, Columbia Vice President Jackson raised his eyebrows slightly, while the President standing on his shoulders was not surprised at all.

"That's normal. It seems those things have indeed realized the threat. Izumik ...you should know that name."

"Yes, when we helped Mizuki complete his first adaptive evolution, he gave himself that name."

Jackson recalled the boy who always had a smile on his face. He had to admit that Mizuki was a near-perfect person. He had a very good personality, excellent learning ability and patience. He was kind to everyone and very efficient. If it weren't for his unsuitable appearance, he might have become the next Vice President of Columbia.

Of course, it would be even better if he could make the food look appetizing.

"It seems our ally has caused quite a stir on the ice plains," Mark said, then, as if remembering something, added, "After leaving Columbia, he first went to Ursus, then back to Iberia, then to Sami, and then he lost his memory."

"Perhaps he knows something he can't tell us."

"Perhaps that's really the case. Hopefully, there's still time, and we don't need to urge him to speed up."

The situation had developed beyond expectations; too many changes had occurred. As Mark was thinking this, a rarely used screen next to him suddenly lit up.

"It seems my father has a different opinion on this."

Mark spoke, then initiated the call, remaining silent until the voice on the other end spoke.

How long did I sleep?

"One year, Father, your hibernation this time has only lasted a year."

"Is that so... So this is what it feels like to rest. Not bad."

"Actually, for self-examination, you probably just took a nap." Mark didn't have the air of someone in a high position at all; he was more like an ordinary person having a heart-to-heart talk with his father.

"Yes, it's just a blink of an eye in the grand scheme of thirteen thousand years."

The voice fell silent for a moment, and Mark knew it was his father reading through all the reports and messages from the past year.

"It seems he saw something we couldn't see through that door."

"No need to rush him, he'll pick up the pace on his own."

After he finished speaking, the voice disappeared again. Mark knew that his father was about to pass away. He had given all his blood to nourish a newborn heart, without any expectations, just a gamble with no turning back.

It was a high-stakes gamble. If it weren't for his father's words, Mark wouldn't have extended the invitation to Mizuki, and perhaps things wouldn't have turned out the way they are today.

According to their intelligence from Lungmen, Rhodes Island set sail last night, and Mizuki has officially ended her rest and begun to arrange her travel plans.

The first stop is, of course, Aegir. The Doctor and Skadi are confirmed to go with us. Exusiai originally wanted to come along, but Mizuki was really worried about her health and needed to stay and observe her to prevent any problems from arising. Secondly, it seems that apart from the Aegir of Iberia don't like the Sankta either.

Of course, the most crucial thing is that Penguin Logistics can't do without her. Mizuki's situation is beyond our control, but Texas and the others absolutely refuse to let Exusiai go with Mizuki to Iberia. Maybe the trip will turn into a honeymoon.

However, before embarking on his journey, Mizuki naturally didn't forget that he still had several patients to care for. Amiya's situation was special, so she didn't need to be cared for for the time being. He also had some things to Kal'tsit for help.

"Do you wish to apply for access to Iberia through Rhodes Island's procedures?"

"Yes, that's the Doctor's opinion."

Mizuki scratched his head slightly. He still remembered the Doctor's exact words when he expressed his concern that going together would lead to trouble with the Iberia.

As she spoke, Mizuki slightly adjusted her expression, tone, and voice, imitating the Doctor's three parts laziness, seven parts casualness, and ninety parts unreliability in her way of speaking.

"What are you afraid of? We're going on a research trip, not to steal or rob. We can just go through the proper channels. Let Kal'tsit use her connections; she definitely has a lot of acquaintances in Iberia. If that doesn't work, just have tens of millions of Seaborn camped on the shore. Let's see if Iberia dares to refuse."

Seeing Kal'tsit clench her fist, Mizuki decisively chose to cover her mouth.

"You imitated it so well, I almost wanted to hit you."

"Sometimes I really don't understand, Kal'tsit, why do you and the Doctor seem like natural enemies, but not to that extent? She likes to talk, and you like to fight."

Mizuki walked around the table to Kal'tsit's side and reached out to massage her shoulders.

This intimate gesture caused Kal'tsit's body to tense up for a moment, but she quickly relaxed, because apart from feeling a little more comfortable, there really wasn't anything wrong with it. Mizuki's hands didn't wander off either; after all, this was an office. If he really wanted to... well, let him do it. Anyway, Mizuki's tentacles would be in charge of cleaning up.

To be honest, although Kal'tsit rationally wanted to restrain herself, doing that kind of thing with Mizuki was really addictive. Now, even just having Mizuki massage her shoulders like this, she could feel her body reacting abnormally.

Fortunately, reason prevailed over physical instinct, and Kal'tsit was still able to speak calmly with Mizuki. At least she didn't dislike the feeling. Doing it with Mizuki made her feel like she had relieved all the fatigue that had accumulated over thousands of years. After all, she had never felt so good before.

Moreover, this kind of interaction has indeed helped the two of them to accept each other to some extent. At least when Kal'tsit pours a drink for Mizuki, she will even ask if she wants juice or carbonated soda.

"She used to... well, she might be a little better off now, but applying for entry under Rhodes Island's identity might not be possible. However, I can contact a few friends in my personal capacity, and of course, they will definitely send someone to accompany you."

"I understand." Mizuki understood this approach; it would avoid any misunderstandings with the Columbia judges. "Who's next?"

"Liz, her condition is the most serious, then Rosemary, and finally Ifrit. Three people a day, can you keep up?"

After yesterday's discussion, at least Shining and the others decided to give it a try, since Mizuki doesn't charge money and guarantees no aftereffects, and everyone is in a hurry, so they chose to let Kal'tsit arrange the schedule.

"No problem at all, even if there's one more, it's fine." Three people is nothing to Mizuki. He didn't feel tired when he was with four people from Penguin Logistics before. Lemuen's precise adjustments are not a problem for Mizuki now. He just treated Lemuen last night, and then that sister covered his mouth with a smile and pressed him down. She also wanted to add a new member to Mizuki's family.

"I feel unusually relaxed right now."

"Is it because of Oripathy?" Mizuki glanced at the Originium crystal she had accidentally plucked from Kal'tsit's shoulder, thought for a moment, and then popped it into her mouth. Although it was a bit tough, it tasted pretty good.

"Hmm..." Kal'tsit didn't notice anything amiss at all. "The lifespan of the Terra is so short that they've forgotten one thing in the process of generation after generation: Originium is not a native substance of this planet. They know that Originium is dangerous, yet they can no longer live without it. But if the Creator were to awaken one day, the Originium that is now building the Terra civilization would destroy everything they are so proud of."

These words should have been kept deep in her heart, but Kal'tsit didn't know why, she suddenly wanted to say them. Perhaps it was because she had been lonely for too long, and these things that had been hidden in her heart for who knows how many years suddenly came out, and she actually felt a lot of relief.

"Hmm, really?" Mizuki ate another small piece of Originium crystal. He had basically gnawed off the one on Kal'tsit's shoulder. He remembered that there was some on the inside of Kal'tsit's thigh as well, but it was too risky to eat it now.

"And there's one more thing I think you need to know, Mizuki. It's a message that an old friend of mine in Iberia sent back urgently via wireless transmission."

Kal'tsit took a report out of the drawer, her expression somewhat strange as she opened it.

"According to the report, a new species of Seaborn has appeared in Iberia recently. They have the upper body of a human and the lower body that can transform into a snake, a fish, or even a crab. They are immortal and extremely powerful in combat. They... seem to have been keen on attacking Iberia judges and stealing their weapons and equipment."

"Similarly, thefts frequently occur along the Iberia coast, and some seashells are usually left at the scene, some more, some less. I wonder what kind of pattern they're trying to convey."

So, do you have any clues?

Looking at Mizuki, Kal'tsit noticed that his expression was a bit strange, as if he had just been pinned down on the bed by Lemuen and then saw Exusiai standing at the door.

"I might know a little. By the way, Kal'tsit, are your connections in Iberia strong enough? I'm afraid I'll be wanted if I go there."

Mizuki's smile was forced. He was currently contemplating something: should he hurry up and cure these patients so he could go and give those troublemakers a good beating? He'd been monitoring them 24/7, how could they still cause such a mess? Didn't they know the meaning of "troublesome"?

"So, it really is Sea Siren of your siren's?"

"I hope it's not true, they've really given me a huge task."

In fact, it wasn't just Mizuki who was annoyed by the Sea Siren; the Iberia judges, as victims, were all questioning their existence. This was just too much!

The male judge was alright; after being beaten up, his weapon was stolen. Because guns are so precious, they weren't allowed to take them out during this period to avoid them being stolen again.

The female judge really suffered. Not only was she beaten and had her weapons taken away, but she was also mocked. In particular, after a certain Sea Siren with an unknown number stole her equipment, she said, "This chest is too tight." The little girl whose equipment was stolen is still traumatized and stares at her chest all day long, crying whenever she thinks about it. It's worse than being killed.

What the Iberia found even more incomprehensible was that the strange Seaborn that appeared out of nowhere were not only robbing but also stealing. Several abandoned lighthouses near the coast were demolished by them, as well as factories. Some people also reported that their clothes, shoes, and even freshly cooked meals had mysteriously disappeared, leaving only some pretty seashells, seemingly conveying some kind of provocative message.

What exactly are these Seaborn thinking? This is the consensus of the entire Iberian Inquisition. They have already asked countries like Great Yan, which have also had contact with Seaborn, and the result is that the new species of Seaborn has been keeping an eye on Iberia Hoho.

The judges and high judges were filled with doubt. The seashells were undoubtedly trying to convey some kind of message. After discussing it all night, they felt that it might be a provocation, similar to how a master thief likes to leave a mark after stealing something to indicate that he did it. After all, Terra had had such a master thief before.

After this conclusion was reached, the entire Iberia region was outraged. Arrogance! Utter arrogance! They completely disregarded human dignity!

However, in the trenches near Iberia, the Sea Siren looked at their newly built home and exclaimed, "Damn, it's a work of art! So abstract that even Picasso would weep!"

"Shouldn't we name our new house?"

"I think it's possible, or rather, it's very necessary."

"Middle."

"How about calling it Bikini Bottom?"

"No, it sounds like it will lower your IQ."

"Let's hold a competition! Let's see who builds the most creative house!"

Looking at the thriving new home before her, Siren No. 1 felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. This was all the land they had built for Mizuki!

"Sis, is it okay for us to take other people's things like this?"

"What's there to be afraid of? It's not like we didn't pay. Apart from the spoils of war belonging to those officials, we paid the full price."

Miss Siren No. 1 was overjoyed. If Mizuki saw this scene, she would definitely praise her and maybe even give her some kind of reward, such as having offspring. Oh, that would be awesome! But before that, she had to figure out how to tinker with the hardware.

"But did people on land use seashells as currency? I don't remember that."

"..."

The probing question from Siren No. 666 left the eldest sister speechless for a moment; she seemed to have inadvertently made a huge mistake.

"My God!"

The next moment, the Sea of Life began to tremble, and Mizuki's voice reached the ears of all the Sea Siren.

You've gotten yourself into trouble again!

Chapter 133 Mizuki's Troubled Wife

After disciplining those restless creatures in the sea, Mizuki felt her blood pressure finally drop. If she didn't curb their boundless energy, Mizuki worried that when she went to Aegir, she wouldn't be revisiting old haunts, but rather being crowned king. After all, the thought processes of these Sea Siren were truly too novel.

Especially after hearing that they had even robbed the Iberia Inquisitor's equipment, Mizuki felt like she could skip Iberia and go straight to Sargon to become the Rain God.

Fortunately, although the Sea Siren were unruly and had eccentric values, they were absolutely obedient to Mizuki's orders. However, Mizuki didn't make them return their clothes; she only asked them to collect the treasures sunk in the sea as compensation. The guns, of course, had to be returned. Those things weren't cheap, and besides, the Sea Siren only stole them because they thought they were cool; they didn't know how to use them at all. Originium was rendered useless by them.

"... No wonder you and Exusiai had such a child."

After listening to Mizuki finish explaining the whole story, Kal'tsit couldn't help but sigh. When she thought about how those Sea Siren had taken inspiration from Muelsyse's life form and Exusiai's thought process, she immediately felt relieved. It seemed that Iberia was just unlucky to have such a bunch of oddballs.

If it were Laterano, upon hearing that there were over three million Exusiai clones (in terms of personality), they'd probably choose to relocate the entire country on the spot. Seriously, who could withstand such a catastrophe?

"I didn't want to either, but it doesn't really have much to do with me."

Mizuki muttered to himself, a hint of grievance in his voice. He wondered how, with such a good personality, he had ended up with such a bizarre bunch of kids. He had always thought these Sea Siren were practically identical to Exusiai, but after asking around today, he discovered that, well, it turned out these Sea Siren subconsciously evolved according to Mizuki's preferences. And what were his two favorite people, anyway?

One is Exusiai person who once put on a rock concert outside a church, got into trouble and was chased for three blocks by people from the Notarial Hall, and accidentally blew up the school seventeen times in three years. When he graduated, he could get the entire school, including the principal, to collectively put up a banner saying "Sending off Miss Exia to Lungmen". He could even blow up the Pope's Hall, the highest administrative body in Laterano, on the day he left.

The other is someone with an infinitely clear and calm mind who dares to court death. Not only does she have a courage that no one can understand, but she can also shout to a little girl named Vulpo who is not yet thirteen years old, "I can make Suzuran a mother and others," which is something that would make anyone call the police. She is even a ruthless person who dares to drug Kal'tsit and call her an old woman to her face.

The former is unacceptable to Heaven, and the latter is unacceptable to Hell. Under such circumstances, choosing these two as personality templates for character development makes one imagine what the Sea Siren would be like.

What were they supposed to be powerful new life forms? They were a bunch of Demon King. In fact, these Sea Siren had developed quite a few strange characteristics. For example, some liked to sleep on the crater of a volcano and then be sent back to the spring by a volcanic eruption to wait for resurrection; some liked to boil themselves into boiling water and then put instant noodles and seasoning packets in their mouths (undoubtedly Doctor. Inheritance); and some were currently researching art (referring to how to blow up their own homes).

With the two troublesome wives of the Mizuki family as a reference, Kal'tsit couldn't understand how Mizuki could accept the pair of Exusiai and promising young talents, Exusiai and the Doctor. Did she commit too many sins in her past life?

The only saving grace is that Mizuki can control them, and this obedience to Mizuki is ingrained in their bones, not in a rigid sense. However, Mizuki has the right to remove them from the Sea of Life at any time, which is the only way to completely kill the Sea Siren except by destroying the entire Sea of Life.

"Really no relation at all? I have a feeling that their fearless personality is inherited from you?"

"But there's still the child you had..."

Mizuki's words left Kal'tsit speechless. After all, everything else was easy to discuss, but this was something she couldn't even refute. However, she was still very curious about how Mizuki had managed to make Seaborn evolve in a completely different direction than before.

"Well, in short, the Sea Siren and the Seaborn are completely different species now, right?"

Previously, the Seaborn followed a strategy of quantity over quality, relying on sheer numbers, strong adaptability, and evolutionary capabilities to crush any nation on Terra. All it needed was time and a core leader, like Ishar-mla and Mizuki.

"No, actually, Sea Siren and Seaborn are quite similar. It's just that after they evolved, they abandoned their physical bodies and now mainly train other aspects, but their evolutionary nature is still retained."

Mizuki thought for a moment. Although the Sea Siren's current bodies seemed somewhat inferior to those of the Seaborn, which could continuously evolve, that was because these girls weren't taking it seriously at all. Otherwise, if over three hundred immortal Sea Siren who knew how to use tactics and liked to self-destruct had simply charged in, who could have withstood that?

"..."