Bizarre Realm-Chapter 344 - 17: Monster Doctor! The Enemy Is Also a Servant!

Enchanting Coast.

Shawn’s figure walked at the back of the group, with concealed Reconnaissance Demon Eyes monitoring the nearby changes at all times.

The morning mist limited visibility to about ten meters, with the sound of waves crashing against rocks echoing from the distant coastline. There was a faint, eerie and alluring low chant drifting through — it was uncertain whether this sound belonged to the real world or was an enticing whisper from the Spirit Realm.

This region of Dagon, near the sea, is home to many peculiar legends.

One of the most widely known legends is about the "Son of Dagon." It’s said that Dagon’s cult has been active in this land for a long time. Often, those with high spiritual sensitivity resonate with the sleeping Dagon and become polluted, turning into cultists. Among the many celebrated sacrilegious rituals, one of the least restricted involves coming to the Enchanting Coast before the dawn of midnight if you desire power, wealth, or strength. You then listen to the low chants of the Deep Sea Sirens, and by a slim chance, you may encounter a bizarre half-fish creature.

It’s neither a mermaid nor a half-human, half-fish but a half-fish creature. Describing the other half is challenging, as the appearance of Deep Sea Sirens is not static; they possess an indescribable aspect.

If, at this time, you dare to copulate with it, tainting your human bloodline as a price to complete the entire sacrilegious ritual, then the Deep Sea Sirens will grant you a wish in a relatively twisted manner.

You can seek anything from the deep sea monsters, like strength, wealth, status, power, etc., but the polluted bloodline of desecration has already invaded your body, slowly transforming you into a half-human, half-fish creature.

This cursed place, Dagon, seals the sleeping Dagon below.

Without surprise, it is one of the strongest Obelis Demon Lords of the Bottomless Abyss, the King of the Deep Sea - Dagon. However, ever since another manifestation of Dagon entered the Bottomless Abyss, the Dagon of Distant Realm has fallen into intermittent slumber, not waking much for nearly ten thousand years.

This involves Law Power at the Divine Spirit level, and Shawn doesn’t know if the sleeping Dagon in Dagon had its manifestation split or directly used a personality here to form a new entity.

The only thing verifiable is that strong Divine Spirits have split multiple new deities. The Cosmic Giant Snake of the Scale Race split that way, and following the death of the Goddess of Fortune came the Lady of Fortune and the Lady of Misfortune. An existence with Immortal Divinity is difficult to completely die.

Someone’s coming!

Shawn’s Mind Perception Field has already been activated, he sensed a strange figure approaching — no, there were two figures, and another was more concealed, seemingly difficult to be captured by mind sensing. The opponent’s mind fluctuations were suppressed, akin to the tranquil state of the "dead."

"The undead!..." Shawn squinted slightly, catching a hint of death’s scent.

At this moment.

In the distance, the grey mist dispersed a little, revealing the surge and fall of waves by the coast, and a tall figure in a grey-white cloak emerged. He appeared considerably taller than the average man, approximately two meters and twenty in height, resembling a burly little giant.

A pair of murky dark yellow pupils coldly stared at the group, and he said in a deep voice: "Did you bring the item?"

Cavana, the newly appointed leader of the Blood Wolf Gang by Shawn, responded fearfully but respectfully, "Brought it."

Upon finishing, he lightly raised his hand, and soon, his subordinates brought over several heavy boxes. He bowed and said, "They’re parts of adult males, along with a corpse of a Transcendent."

The contents are merchandise.

Materials for death and the Path of Flesh and Blood; can’t elaborate much, just similar to a horror film’s organ factory, watching too much will surely cause ordinary people to mentally collapse.

In previous lives, the United States had corresponding cases; even special agents became mentally broken upon seeing them.

The burly figure sniffed, frowned, and said: "No living organs?"

Live removal, spell preservation.

Cavana said uneasily: "Recently, the situation is unstable; this is all we have."

The burly figure raised his head, under the murky dark yellow eyes, his skin appeared pale and mottled, much like mixed with corpse spots, he said in a low voice: "I heard the Blood Wolf died?"

Cavana respectfully said: "Yes."

"Dusk Town’s forces have reshuffled, and now I’m in charge, but the rules still remain."

In the ever-turbulent Dagon, there are no perpetual winners; even the powerful Guardian Clan can face bloodline extinction, and it’s the same for those gray area gangs, with ambitious individuals rising to upper position every few years.

Those from Dorne don’t care, their only concern is whether the goods arrive.

A tentacle, much like a squid, stretched out from beneath the gray cloak. He opened the boxes and looked at the contents, his gaze slightly displeased, reprimanding: "It’s all junk."

"I can’t report back to the higher-ups with these things!"

"Where’s the Transcendent’s corpse?"

As he walked, more bodily features were revealed. His eyes slightly protruded, a power from the Demon Eye’s secret, his arm modified into Heart Stealer-like tentacles, a limb from some deep-sea weird creature. After implantation, it caused slight Flesh Mutation, expanding and brawny his physique.

—Flesh Weavers.

They are masters of flesh modification, knowing how to retrofit other race’s limbs onto themselves, existing as prosthetics that can be swapped at any time. Through modification, they gain specific racial abilities, such as benthic demon fish or Heart Stealers, and even demon or evil demon talents, specific parts enhancing specific abilities. They have minimal rejection reactions; attaching demon wings allows flight, installing the Eye Stems of Demon Eye emits rays.