"Gao Ming..."
The enormous creature in the depths of the tank spoke a name. Its consciousness was hazy, and there was much it could no longer remember, but that face was the one thing it could never forget.
All kinds of parasites crawled over its massive body. Its black eyes turned sluggishly. The monster remembered that it had not always looked like this. Once, it had stood somewhere high above, looking down on all living beings, looking down on the person before it.
Yet now it was the one bound with ropes in the depths of the darkness. Parasites had hollowed out its bloated body, and long threads even crawled through its eyes. It was still itself, yet it seemed no longer to be itself.
The gleaming blade struck the enormous fish, gouging out a large chunk of flesh. Not only did it feel no pain, it actually felt a little more at ease. Gray threads crawled out of its wound, one after another. They were the most terrifying things in the tank, parasites living inside every fish. "Fate really is impossible to fathom."
The monster, which resembled an ocean sunfish, did not resist. Perhaps it had no strength left to resist at all. Its eyes watched Gao Ming. Who knew what it was thinking with that fish brain?
Outside the aquarium, Xia Yang grabbed the wheelchair and backed away. "Stop watching. The grown-ups' world is too dangerous."
"Wait a little longer!" The boy looked less than ten years old, but he spoke like an old man.
"You worry about this, then worry about that. You'll never get to be a kid in this lifetime. You're destined to spend your life toiling away." Xia Yang leaned against the wheelchair. Being a pure madman, not caring even if the world exploded—that