Survival on the Internet: A Bizarre Start at Sea

The giant claw hovered above Su Zhisu's head, firmly blocked by the emerald green mist barrier formed by the explosion of the "Dream" power.

The viscous sea of ​​emotions diluted and devoured the raging, bizarre power on the claws, emitting a teeth-grinding, corrosive sound.

"roar--!"

Dagon's roar was a mixture of pain and confusion, its murky giant eyes fixed on the petite figure blocking Su Zhisu's path.

It could not understand why this Great Old One, known for its chaos and selfishness, would be willing to self-destruct a portion of its authority, even if it was just a projection of its "dream" power, for a mortal as insignificant as dust.

Even that filthy entity, constantly shifting in shape and with repulsive colors, temporarily ceased its entanglement with the green tentacles, emanating a clear wave of doubt.

This is outside their calculations and is purely "irrational" behavior.

Cthulhu—now completely shed her loli disguise, her petite body standing ramrod straight, her green hair dancing wildly in the seawater like burning ghostly flames.

A trickle of blood hung from the corner of her mouth, the backlash from forcibly detonating her power and then withstanding a blow from the mastermind behind the scenes.

But her eyes held a coldness and determination that Su Zhisu had never seen before, like ancient, unyielding ice, or a volcano about to erupt.

"roll!"

The icy thought struck Dagon and that filthy mass like a physical impact.

Consciousness is about to completely dissipate...

Su Zhisu's mind struggled to function despite her extreme weakness.

The penalty of a 80% reduction in all attributes has left him unable to move a single finger, and he can only watch helplessly as this incomprehensible standoff unfolds before him.

To be honest, he was already ready to launch the White Fog Voyage at any moment.

Cthulhu's silhouette swayed slightly in his vision, as if it might collapse at any moment, yet it stood firm like a reef.

"Why...why would she go to such lengths?"

"Paying such a high price... just for me, his 'brother'?"

Dagon tried to pull back his giant claws, but the mist barrier was like a persistent leech, not only blocking his attack but also wrapping around him and continuing to erode him.

It let out an anxious roar as it looked at the filthy entity.

The thought of something impure and defiled arrives, carrying with it weighing options and probing:

Is it worth sacrificing one's very essence for Cthulhu?

This child's flames are extremely dangerous. Entrust him to us... and strange powers will be granted to you...

"Shut up!"

Cthulhu abruptly interrupted its seductive and corrupting whisper, its voice carrying an almost arrogant disdain.

"You corrupt scum, you dare to negotiate with me? If you want to harm my brother, you'll have to step over my incarnation first!"

Before she could finish speaking, she bit her fingertip hard—the blood wasn't bright red, but a deeper, eerie green, as if it contained countless starlight.

Turning around, she looked at Su Zhixu, who was barely able to maintain his composure. A complex and unfathomable light flashed in her eyes, containing concern, determination, and even a hint of... relief.

"Little brother, just bear with it!"

She stretched out her finger, using blood as ink, and drew rapidly in the air.

Each symbol is ancient and twisted, emanating a whisper that vibrates through space.

The blood writhed like living things, connecting to form a complex contract array that enveloped the two of them.

"In the name of Cthulhu R'lyeh, by the oath of the Great Old Ones!"

"The Whisperer of the Old Days, the Weaver of Dreams, the Great Being among the Stars, the embodiment of Cthulhu R'lyeh—Behemoth Krasin, hereby establishes the covenant of the Old Days."

"I will forever forge a sibling bond with Su Zhisu, the soul of a player from another world who carries the essence of the Silver Key!"

The moment the magic circle took shape, an indescribable sense of grandeur descended, as if the rules of the entire strange sea, no, the entire world, were being activated and witnessed.

Something indescribably great has descended...

He merely glanced at Su Zhisu, and the dark red seawater around him instantly evaporated.

"Hiss!!! Who is it!!!"

The filthy mastermind behind the scenes let out a clear and distinct piercing roar for the first time, but dared not look up for more than a second, nor dared to disappear inexplicably.

Su Zhisu felt his soul being enveloped by a warm and immense power. It didn't feel like coercion, but rather more like...acknowledgment.

Without hesitation, she also cruelly bit her own fingertip.

Crimson blood seeped out as he firmly extended his fingers forward, pressing them firmly against Behemoth Krasina's fingertips, which were dripping with emerald blood.

The instant their fingers touched, a bond as strong as blood ties was rapidly established.

This is... a contract? A real, extremely high-ranking contract!

[Network Notice]: You have signed an ancient covenant with Behemoth Krasin, the incarnation of the great being Cthulhu R'lyeh. You have now become siblings recognized by the Network.

He instantly realized that this was no child's play, but a connection that touched on the very essence of things.

"My real name..."

Cthulhu's voice resonated deep within Su Zhisu's soul.

Her voice was solemn and dignified, without a trace of its usual playfulness.

Behemoth Krasin.

Behemoth Krasin... This name is like a brand, deeply engraved in Su Zhisu's heart.

Along with it came a fragment of information about the essence of the name—not power, but a mark of something.

Correspondingly, Su Zhisu's information was also engraved in Behemoth Krasin's heart.

The Old Contract: Sibling Alliance is hereby established!

The moment the contract was established, the overwhelming sense of a great being descending faded away.

Su Zhisu's deep-seated weakness suddenly lessened slightly, as if he had found a solid anchor to rely on.

While Behemoth Krasin's aura was still somewhat weak, it had inexplicably become more solid, and her connection with this world seemed to have become even stronger.

"You...you actually made a contract with him of this level?!"

The voice of the filthy presence carried shock and... a hint of apprehension.

"You went to such lengths for a mere mortal! This goes against your... 'nature'!"

Dagon roared in anger and confusion, instinctively feeling uneasy about the grandeur emanating from the contract's formation.

Cthulhu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneered, and his green eyes flashed with a light that was a mixture of madness and reason.

"Who are you to define my 'nature'?"

"He is now my only brother. To harm him is to make an enemy of the entire R'lyeh!"

She surveyed her surroundings, her aura rising steadily despite her injury.

"Do you still want to fight? Even if this avatar of mine perishes here, the curse of R'lyeh will haunt your souls for eternity."

"Until...the real me... arrives!"

Her words were a mix of truth and falsehood, full of deceit and intimidation.

Although there was some bluffing involved, she did not deceive them.

The possibility of R'lyeh's curse, and the overwhelming sense of awe evoked by the gaze cast upon him, forced Dagon and the corrupted beings to reconsider their actions.