Chapter 5: The Strange Fish

“Soldiers, maintain order! Bring the fishermen who caught the strange fish here, and clear a path for the others. Your lord has arrived.”

Connor issued a brief command. The harbor’s sheriff, who was responsible for security, shouted and dispersed the crowd. The soldiers straightened their backs, trying to make their worn armor look somewhat presentable.

The people noisily parted ways. This place was remote, and Hughes’s predecessor rarely left the manor. The locals’ disdain and fear were mostly directed at the tax collectors. As for Hughes, their nominal lord, curiosity outweighed their wariness.

Meeting their mixture of curiosity and fear, Hughes dismounted and stepped forward. At the center of the crowd lay a large, dark mass.

From a distance, its nature was unclear, but Hughes sensed it was still writhing. An uneasy feeling slowly wrapped around his heart.

Wet, slimy, as if trying to grasp a wriggling eel on a chopping board.

Hughes pushed through the parted crowd, scrutinizing the object before him.

It was a mass of continuously twisting, decaying flesh.

The stench of decay was like a fly burrowing into his nostrils, loudly proclaiming its presence every second. The limp limbs were swollen and pale, exposed flesh resembling blisters scalded by boiling water, or oozing, festering wounds.

It resembled a balloon on the verge of bursting, with pus ready to explode at any moment.

And this “balloon” was as large as a horse.

Now Hughes understood why the fishermen called it a monster. To him, nothing else could describe this rotten mass. He preferred the term “swollen monstrosity” to “strange fish.”

Suppressing his nausea, Hughes turned to the steward, only to find him as calm and composed as ever.

Sensing Hughes’s gaze, the steward stepped forward and whispered:

“Master, this is that kind of monster. Occasionally seen in the deep sea far from the mainland, it floats on the surface, usually dying soon after, its flesh rupturing and quickly decaying.”

Hughes frowned, deliberately vague: “It should not be...”

“No, it’s quite safe. This strange fish poses no danger—aside from being disgusting, it has no aggression. Sailors often wonder how it even survives in this world.”

“How it survives in this world?” The question seemed pointless. Since it caused no harm, it was best not to dwell on it.

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Though so, this was Hughes’s first encounter with such a creature, and he examined it with interest.

Indeed, it struggled even to move. Even as a marine creature, it hardly seemed capable of swimming. The swollen, twisted limbs looked utterly useless.

How had it evolved into this form?

It seemed laughable to speak of evolution after traversing worlds. Perhaps this realm had no theory of evolution. Perhaps all life here was created directly by gods. Maybe this monster was a magical creation. Yet Hughes, a man from Blue Star and an engineer by training, instinctively analyzed the creature’s way of life.

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