Underage Whale Calves, Please Watch with Your Parents!

You were a Big Stomach Bag. From birth, you stood at the top of the ocean's food chain. Your daily life consisted of bullying weaker Sea Soul Beasts. When hungry, you opened your huge mouth and chomped away; when full, you went to sleep.

In those simple, unadorned days, your body grew larger and larger along with your stomach bag. Eventually, you leaped into the ranks of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, even becoming a Fierce Beast, rampaging through the seas in arrogant dominance.

The fishermen along the coast feared and revered you, calling you the "Sea Dragon."

Whenever human Soul Masters passed over the sea, you loved to toy with them. You would overturn their ships, watch the shock and despair in their eyes, and savor the fear they felt because of you. It gave you an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

You were born to be the emperor of the ocean.

Those who obeyed you prospered; those who defied you perished.

Until one day, a young man arrived in the sea. Dressed in white and carrying a sword, countless members of your kind fell beneath his blade. Even your senior, the Super Big Stomach Bag, died with hatred in his heart.

You panicked. You were afraid. You were as helpless as a ten-thousand-ton baby.

You gave up the delicacies of the shallow seas and reluctantly abandoned your favorite pastime of "bumping little boats." Hiding in the deep sea, you barely clung to life.

Your once-perfect life grew more oppressive by the day...

Finally!

One day, some Sea Soul Beasts personally witnessed that white-clothed tyrant leaving the sea. Later, you heard rumors that the tyrant had offended the Sea God and the High Priestess, causing the High Priestess to shed tears.

That day.

The entire sea rejoiced, holding an unprecedented feast. Happiness