The present...On the balcony of his house, Sir Kaelan sat silently. The vodka bottle was lifted slowly, the clear liquid flowing into the glass, making a thin, monotonous sound. His hand trembled slightly, but he continued pouring until it reached the line.His eyes were dull, red, and empty. No one knew how many glasses he had consumed that night—even he himself had probably forgotten. Even so, he lifted the glass, forced it to his lips, and drank its contents without hesitation. The hot liquid went down harshly in his throat.His face was flushed far beyond its natural color—not just from the alcohol, but from something deeper, more deeply rooted. He placed the glass slowly on the table, his fingers lingering there as if reluctant to let go.Kaelan's gaze lifted, piercing the darkness of the night.In the distance, the black line of the forest was faint, surrounding the Duskvale mountains like a shadow of the past waiting there.Silent. Mute. But heavy.And Sir Kaelan's eyes did no

Harvey turned his head.In front of him stood a middle-aged man. His eyebrows were drawn together, forming deep creases. His jaw was clenched, his breathing heavy, as if he were holding back uncontrollable anger.His hand gripped Harvey's wrist.He pulled hard.But Harvey's body remained still. He was not pushed. He was not shaken.Harvey's forehead wrinkled. His gaze swept over the people around him.Instead of defending him, they shook their heads slowly.But their gaze was clear—not on him, but on the middle-aged man.A female merchant stepped forward. Her hands were on her hips, her shoulders tense. Her expression hardened."Hey," her voice was sharp, "don't get angry for no reason."Her gaze pierced the man from head to toe."You're not thinking clearly, are you?" She shook her head in annoyance. "You should have seen who he was first. You should have respected him!" The male merchant snorted loudly. His nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Why should I respe

The people ran in panic, their steps stumbling on the sand. Screams mixed with gasps broke the relaxed atmosphere of the other visitors, causing them to spontaneously turn toward the beach. From a distance, the ocean receded at an unnatural speed; wet sand stretched wide, and dozens of fish floundered helplessly on land.Some people reflexively stepped forward, their hands outstretched as if to grab the fish. Children, unaware of the danger, ran closer with curious squeals.Suddenly, the sound of the lifeguard's whistle pierced the air—loud and urgent. The guards ran towards the children, their gestures firm and hurried."Don't go near the beach! Everyone leave! Take cover!"In a matter of seconds, the atmosphere turned chaotic. Shouts echoed, footsteps ran aimlessly. Vanessa, who had been leaning back casually, was startled by the commotion and immediately opened her eyes. When she turned around, she saw people running frantically, some almost colliding with each other in their panic

Gigan Jaws' tail swayed slowly from side to side as he stared at Harvey. His previously wild gaze dimmed, replaced by a sharp and cautious glint.With a heavy movement, the creature lowered its head. Its face drew closer—too close—until its hot breath swept over Harvey's face. Its nostrils flared, sniffing deeply, as if tearing at the air around it."This smell..." it muttered, its voice low and echoing. "I cannot be mistaken."The corners of its lips lifted slightly, not in a smile, but in a recognition that contained a dark certainty."You do look different... but your smell is still the same."Harvey took half a step forward. Not hastily, not hesitantly. Amidst the suffocating pressure of Gigan Jaws' aura, his face remained calm.His palm rose, then—without warning—landed squarely on the creature's large nose.Several people gasped.The touch was brief, but enough to freeze the atmosphere."You're still creepy," Harvey said flatly, as if reprimanding an old acquaintance, not a mons

Harvey was stunned.For a moment, his mind completely stopped processing what he was seeing. This was the first time he had encountered such a hybrid creature.It wasn't a megalodon.From behind the waves, its figure was clearly visible—a shark with human-like arms and legs. Large muscles strained beneath rough skin, its body towering unnaturally.Its size was astonishing.It wasn't just big... it was the size of a cruise ship, covering the surrounding sea with its own shadow.What really shocked Harvey wasn't its size—it was its voice. The creature was speaking.Not a snort, not an instinctive roar, but neatly arranged words, full of consciousness. Like a human.Harvey took a slow breath, holding back a momentary surge in his chest. His muscles remained tense, his ki energy still flowing thinly, ready to react at any moment.His gaze hardened as he stared at the creature."Who are you?" he asked coldly. "Are you a mutant?"The creature chuckled. Its voice was deep, echoing low above