Even If I'm Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem-Chapter 70Book 6: : Foolish

Graybert looked at Li Desheng, who had completely given up struggling and now lay limp like a salted fish pickled for eighty-one days.

*Who knows… Maybe this guy’s also some kind of extraordinary figure, just like Miss Lilith?*

Graybert found himself stroking his chin in deep thought. But before he could speak, the cabin door burst open with a loud bang.

A drenched figure rushed in along with the salty sea breeze. Before Graybert could react, the second mate let out a panicked shout.

“Captain! Tsunami! A tsunami is coming!”

“What?”

For a moment, Graybert thought he had misheard. Maybe it was just another dumb prank by one of the bored idiots onboard.

But the look on the second mate’s face said otherwise. He was pale, shaken, and anxious.

“What are you standing around for?! Raise the anchor, now!”

Before he had time to think, Graybert shot to his feet, bellowing at the stunned crew, “Move it! If we don’t lift the anchor before that tsunami hits, we’re finished!”

Without sparing another glance at the suspicious Li Desheng, Graybert dashed out of the cabin.

Outside, torrential rain poured relentlessly from the sky.

Graybert channeled his magic to narrow the lumenstone’s glow into a focused beam, turning it into a searchlight.

He aimed it toward the horizon, and that was when he saw it…

A wall of water, at least a hundred meters high, barreled toward them like the gaping maw of a beast ready to swallow everything in its path. Against its sheer scale, the pirate ship looked no bigger than a bug.

“What in the hell… Why was there no warning?” Seething with rage, Graybert grabbed the second mate by the collar.

“What were you doing up there on the mast—sleeping? How the hell did you not spot something that big sooner?”

The second mate, a hardened man in his forties or fifties, looked on the verge of tears.

“Captain, it was too dark… I swear! Even with night vision, I didn’t see it until it was already too late…”

“Damn it! Damn it all!” Graybert pounded the deck in frustration. The once-pristine wooden deck that he had waxed religiously every few days cracked beneath his blows, splinters embedding into his fists as blood dripped freely.

“Why now? Why a tsunami out of nowhere? I’ve been sailing these seas for decades, and nothing this bizarre has ever happened!”

“It must be an underwater earthquake,” the second mate stammered, lips trembling. “The quake must’ve been strong to trigger a wave like that… And it’s underwater, we’d never know until it’s too late.”

Veterans of the sea were used to the ebb and flow of waves. In fact, the absence of motion made them uneasy. So they had never paid attention to faint tremors underfoot.

“Damn earthquake… Just our luck to run into a freak event like this.”

Graybert turned back to face the looming wall of water, his bloodshot eyes wide with disbelief as despair washed over him.

“If I’d known… I would’ve bought Mary a hundred lottery tickets before setting sail… Damn it… I forgot to give Mary the password to my bank account.”

It was too late.

They were doomed.

Even if they could raise the anchor now, the SS Behemoth stood no chance against a tsunami of that scale.

They would be swept away by the relentless currents, like filth down a toilet, dragged into the depths of the ocean to join the countless souls already lost to the sea.

At this very moment, all they could do was wait for death.

Even prayer was meaningless now. Ever since they had become outlaws at sea, no deity would listen, let alone offer solace.

“You look pretty grim, Captain.”

In the heavy silence that followed this realization, a flippant voice suddenly broke through the tension.

Somehow, Li Desheng had freed himself from his restraints and was now casually leaning against the door of the ship’s cabin. He pulled out a cheap cigar of out of nowhere, followed by a battered box of matches.

He struck a match and, lit the cigar with the practiced elegance of a lonely drifter under the pouring rain.

*Wow…*

Even Graybert could not help but gasp at the sight of this man’s aloof, otherworldly charm. For a moment, his decades of unwavering orientation seemed to waver, threatened by that damnably dashing aura.

Li Desheng took a slow, brooding drag on the cigar… only to immediately double over in a fit of coughing.

“Ugh, how long has this crappy thing been sitting around? It tastes moldy!”

The moment shattered.

He frowned at the cigar in disgust, clearly regretting his decision. But nicotine cravings compelled him to keep puffing in the end.

Then he gave Graybert a sheepish look.

“Sorry. I found it under your pillow. You don’t mind, do you? I can pay you back.” He patted his body to find his wallet, only to realize he was still stark naked.

With an awkward smile, he added, “Uh… can you put it on my tab?”

“…You…”

A thousand vicious curses burned on the tip of Graybert’s tongue. In just three breaths, he could have unleashed a storm of profanity refined by decades at sea, enough to condemn Li Desheng’s entire family tree.

But his fury collapsed into a weary sigh.

“Forget it. It doesn’t matter anymore.” He hunched his shoulders and waved a hand dismissively. “That was my last cigar… but I suppose it’s better off smoked by someone than sinking with us to the bottom of the sea.”

“Oh? The last cigarette of your journey?”

Li Desheng shut his eyes, savoring the moment as the smoke curled upward, drifting into the endless darkness.

“I guess this crappy cigar isn’t so bad after all. At the very least… it’s kind of meaningful.”

Braving the howling wind and torrential rain, he stepped beyond the reach of the lumenstone’s glow, into the darkness.

In a few breaths, the towering wave would descend and swallow everything.

“Wait, what are you doing, boy?!” Graybert instinctively shouted.

Li Desheng turned his head, raised a single finger to his lips and signaled for silence.

The tsunami surged, eclipsing even the fury of wind and rain.

And then amidst the apocalypse, Li Desheng produced a golden spatula out of nowhere.

“This may be the last cigarette of your journey… but this is definitely not your last journey, Captain!”

He raised his hand, his roaring voice louder than the tsunami itself.

And then he swung his spatula downward as he delivered a divine decree.

“DISPERSE!”

With that simple word, the monstrous wave began to melt, as if boiled by invisible fire. In the stunned gaze of the crew, it shrank rapidly.

By the time it reached the bow, it had become nothing more than a harmless ripple, barely enough to steal a girl’s bikini.

In a blink, the sea was still again.

A long silence followed. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

But Li Desheng knew it was only the calm before the next storm.

He stared out into the dark horizon, then tossed the half-smoked cigar into the water.

A bitter laugh escaped his lips.

“What the hell am I doing? Why am I even meddling in this? What do I get out of it?”

Unbeknownst to him, a monster had been quietly sitting on the railing, watching the sea.

“Who knows? But people always do foolish things, don’t they?”