Two people sat in the little boat.
One was less than a meter tall, her face covered in wrinkles and thick, garish makeup that turned the stomach.
The other stood a full six or seven meters tall and practically filled the entire boat.
He had a vacant yet vicious face, with a striking white crescent-shaped mustache.
His head alone was bigger than the Old Witch sitting across from him.
Yet despite that enormous disparity, the two were "mother and son."
Leaning on her cane, the Old Witch gazed at the monster as though he were a treasure.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
The monster sucked his finger as he spoke vacantly.
Snot was almost running into his mouth, but he didn't even think to wipe it away.
The Old Witch's expression darkened.
She said impatiently:
"Didn't you just eat?"
The monster kept sucking his finger and answered honestly, "I was full just now, but now I'm hungry again."
As he spoke, drool began spilling from his mouth.
The Old Witch kicked her legs and glared in fury.
If this monster weren't so powerful and useful to her grand ambitions, she would have killed him outright!
For a moment, she squirmed with irritation, glancing around until she spotted a battleship approaching in the distance.
She immediately searched for its flag and saw a seagull emblazoned on it.
"A seagull flag! It's the Marines!"
The Old Witch's pupils contracted before she broke into a dry, toothy laugh.
"Mom, what are you laughing at? I'm hungry."
The Old Witch took a deep breath, repeating to herself, Don't get angry. Don't get angry. There's no point getting angry with an idiot.
Then she pointed at the Marine battleship and said:
"See that ship? There's food aboard!
But first, you have to kill everyone on it! Only