Chapter 215


    There were no lights in the canals around me, which kept the Aquatic Organisms Research Lab in the


    darkness. However, there were city lights not that far away, and boats of various sizes were traveling


    through the canals. The torrential rain which had yet to stop left me even more panicked.


    Those Nazi bastards had chased us here again. I had no idea if Gary and Laura were still alive—did


    they know that Dicken was here? If they did, what were they going to do?


    In truth, the entire city was under the mafia’s control, and that Germanpany must have formed a


    partnership with them. In the end, this was a territory belonging to humans, and would Dicken stand a


    chance if they worked together?


    He was the king of the seas who could defeat even gulper eels, but this was not the ocean. In fact, he


    was in utter disadvantage and may well be a living target for the advanced weaponry of humankind.


    Dicken would know that, which was why he had disguised himself to infiltrate the mafia.


    That only begs the question: why would he do something that grabs so much attention?


    And did something happen to him? Did the Nazi get him? No, I will wait. If he doesn’t return the next


    morning, I’d…


    I paced around, unsettled, and ran upstairs for a better view outside, although I was left stunned when I


    opened the door above.


    It was filled with a human’s daily necessities, ranging from a bed, clothes, a closet, to a desk. What was


    more, it was what I used to have a long time ago, and I even spotted the water ball I used to y with


    Dicken. I was left spacing out at the doorway, before I dashed towards the ball and held it in my hand,


    an indescribable warmth filling my whole body that left me in a daze for a long while.


    I truly felt Dicken’s abundant and profound love for me then. There was no measurement for it, for that


    love existed beyond space and time, as it was conveyed to me.


    I couldn’t help bouncing the ball against the floor like a silly child.


    That was when I heard a sound downstairs and became nervous. I rushed down nheless to see


    Dicken opening the door—his tail was gone and he was still wearing the ck trench coat from before,


    and was closing a pitch-ck umbre. His movement looked utterly normal for a human, and h e


    looked just like a visitor who had just arrived in the middle of the night.


    I walked up to him, taking his ck umbre when I picked up the strong scent of blood from his body.


    ”Where have you been, Dicken? ! ” Worried that he was hurt, I promptly opened his cor and undid his


    buttons to check his body, but I saw that he waspletely ungrazed beneath his open coat. It


    shocked me that his lower body was much more normal than thest time… Maybe save for that


    dangling object of magnificent proportions.


    His skin was smooth and did not have a single scale, just as there was skin structure trying to connect


    his legs. There was only a tiny bit of translucent membrane on his feet, but it was a minute detail easily


    missed if one wasn’t looking closely—it looks like a pair of human feet otherwise.


    ”If you want to impersonate humans, you’ll need to wear pants under your trench coat, or people would


    take you for a sher if they saw what’s underneath, dear leader.” I frowned and pulled his cheeks,


    looking into his eyes even as I continued, ”Now tell me—where have you been? What is going on?”


    After I asked that question, I suddenly had the feeling that I was a housewife, interrogating a husband


    who didn’te homest night… Why would I think that? That said, I really want to know where


    Dicken had beenst night, but despite my many questions, I was worried about his circumstances.


    ”I killed a few people —I needed to consume their marrow to maintain my current form, ” Dicken said


    quietly even as he breathed heavily over my nose. Then, he twisted and cracked his neck audibly.


    I was still left in disbelief even though I had guessed that Dicken had done it. ”So, it really was you…


    You sucked their marrow dry. Oh my god.”


    So that was how he had retained his human legs—he needed to consume certain human cells to


    maintain his mutation. It was inexplicable in biological terms and not easy to describe… After all, what


    would you name a process whereby an individual maintains its own form through fusion with selected


    human genes?


    It was utterly unbelievable, and if I didn’t know him or wasn’t aware that those men were Nazi bastards,


    I wouldn’t have deduced the logic behind the incident. And now, I stood before this callous murderer


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