âGurgle gurgleâŠâ
The bubbling sound accompanied Saul throughout until his feet touched something hard and uneven.
Before Saul stood the source of the spiritual entity that had just pulled him down.
He still couldnât see anything, only reaching forward to explore by touch.
Soon, he felt something soft and furry.
Even in the ice-cold seawater, he could sense the smoothness of the other partyâs fur.
The other party nudged Saulâs palm with its head, and he immediately felt a pair of small ears.
âThis texture really is a cat! Iâve been quite fated with cats lately.â Saul smiled, transmitting his mental power through his arm.
âHello, are you the Water God?â
The small cat rubbed up and down against Saulâs palm as an answer.
The other partyâs spiritual body was very active, yet couldnât transmit information.
âEven direct contact canât enable mental power communication? Or do ancient water gods not know how to speak?â
But as long as they were intelligent races, even if languages didnât match, they could directly exchange information through spiritual bodies.
Saul had previously suspected the seawater would block communication between them, which was why he waited until he sank to the catâs side before trying to transmit information through physical contact.
But the other party was responding to him with body language.
This meant the Water God before him was probably being suppressed even more severely by the seawater!
He couldnât even communicate through mental fluctuations.
âHe can stir seawater but canât speakâis it because he canât perform more complex mental power operations? It seems things are different from what I thought before. This Water God⊠is living quite miserably.â
Having grown accustomed to petting the orange cat recently, Saul unconsciously patted the Water Godâs cat head twice.
The small body beneath his palm immediately stiffened.
He was probably encountering someone who truly treated him like a cat for the first time.
âPerhaps when wrapped in seawater, the other party cannot communicate directly.â
Saul felt the seawater pressure and the chill enveloping his entire body. âI didnât sense spatial teleportation power in Nathanâs dormitory earlier. So this isnât a real seabed. It should be a mental world sealed outside the Water Godâs spiritual body. Hmm, so to communicate effectively with the Water God, I must exchange with him more directly, without touching seawater.â
After thinking, Saul patted the Water Godâs small head again.
âWater God, Iâll take you somewhereâa place without seawater. If you have something to tell me, donât resist.â
The cat beneath his palm didnât move randomly, seemingly agreeing to Saulâs proposal.
One second, they were still soaked at the seabed under tremendous water pressure.
The next second, one person and one cat fell from mid-air onto a massive circular stone platform.
The white cat, deprived of vision for countless years, immediately dilated its pupils until they nearly filled its entire eyeballs.
He incredulously touched the platform beneath his feet, then raised his head to survey the mysterious darkness around them and the twinkling stars within that darkness.
âWhat⊠is this place?â The white cat spoke with a human voice for the first time.
It was a very pleasant male voice, but the numbness and weariness in it couldnât be ignored.
Like a centenarian with still-young vocal cords.
âThis is my consciousness platform.â Saul temporarily escaped the high-pressure deep sea, exhaled, and sat cross-legged directly.
âI never imagined a third-rank wizard could have such a powerful and vast consciousness platform⊠No wonder you could temporarily pull me from that place.â The white cat honestly expressed his amazement.
Saul looked at the white cat across from him. âThanks for the praise, though I never imagined ancient water gods looked like this.â
The white cat very humanly retracted its paws, looking at its own claws.
âThis certainly isnât my original appearance. I was previously from the Azure Scale Clan⊠though I suppose people of your era have never heard of the Azure Scale Clan.â
He lowered his paws again, sitting proudly.
âEnough about that. Since youâve successfully established a communication channel with me, Iâm willing to give you an opportunity to receive the Water Godâs blessing.â
Water God: âTell me, what do you want?â
Saul: âTell me, what do you want?â
Water God: ââŠâ
Both saying the same thing simultaneously left the Water God somewhat confused.
Saul rubbed his chin. âYou wanted to pull me to the seabed before I drownedâdidnât you have something to tell me?â
Seeing the Water God didnât immediately answer, Saul muttered again, âThis is my first time meeting a god. Honestly, itâs quite different from what I imagined. I thought beings who dared call themselves gods in ancient times would at least reach fifth-rank wizard level. But looking at you, calling you third-rank would be generous.â
The white catâs straight back curved slightly. âAccording to your current power classification system, I was once equivalent to a fifth-rank wizard. But back then, we called ourselves gods. As for now⊠you can see Iâm sealed at the seabed.â
Saul nodded. This matched wizarding world legendsâbefore wizards flourished, gods were merely equivalent to powerful wizards.
This Water God before him should have mastered water element control to near-perfection to be called a water god.
But ânearâ didnât mean actual perfection. Otherwise, how could a water god be trapped at the bottom of a sea full of water?
Having roughly figured out the other partyâs identity and condition, Saul decided to address business first.
âIâll speak first then. Water God, I came to find you mainly to ask if youâve drowned any third-rank wizards recently?â
âYou came just to ask me this question?â the Water God asked incredulously.
He felt he might have been sealed too long and could no longer see through outside wizardsâ thoughts.
So many people desperately sought him for good fortune, yet this person came just to ask about finding someone?
A person who had already drowned?
âThis is just the first question, but I need to decide what to do next based on your answer.â
The white catâs whiskers twitched, seemingly displeased with Saulâs straightforward attitude.
While saying âThird-rank⊠seems familiar,â he secretly glanced at the formations inscribed on the circular platform beneath his feet.
Saul observed every movement, sighing lightly, âWater God, please donât harbor designs on my consciousness platform. Iâd like to communicate normally with you.â
The Water God didnât care that Saul saw his small movements, even asking back, âOh? What is not normal?â
Despite various circumstances reducing him to third-rank strength now, with his fifth-rank consciousness, he didnât believe Saul would be his match.
Heâd been sealed at the seabed so long, and now unexpectedly entered a third-rank wizardâs consciousness space. If he could seize this consciousness space, couldnât he use this wizardâs body to leave that godforsaken place that sealed him?
With freedom at stake, he had no choice but to wrong this small wizard before him.
Seeing the Water Godâs cat-like expression, Saul knew the other party wouldnât give up easily.
He didnât want to summon the starry eyes. That would make him lose his sanity, becoming irritable and bloodthirstyâunsuitable for normal communication.
Fortunately, he now had another choice.
âIf you really want to know.â
Semi-transparent threads suddenly emerged from Saulâs body.
More and more threads appeared, growing denser. They seemed about to completely cover Saul, transforming him into a tangled, twisted ball of threads without intersections.
But just then, Saul stopped changing and returned to his original appearance.
Because the Water God across from him now crouched on all fours with claws digging into the ground, back arched high, fur standing on end.
Just like a real white cat, missing only a terrified âmeow.â
âDeath Demon!!!â
Saul: â?â
(End of Chapter
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