Fishermen's live stream: Twelve bodies were retrieved at the start.

Netizens from Xiao Rizi Guo followed suit, their words filled with schadenfreude.

"Oh my god, we must have encountered a nuclear submarine from our Great Japanese Empire."

"They deserved to be sunk; who told them to run the road recklessly?"

Netizens from India were not to be outdone, and also tried to make their presence felt.

"If it were a ship built by our Ganges River, this problem would never occur!"

"Our aircraft carrier can't even be sunk by a nuclear bomb; the East is still too backward."

Chinese netizens were immediately enraged, typing furiously on their keyboards.

"Third brother upstairs, your boat capsized right after it launched last time. Have you lost your memory?"

"Don't yell, you little devils! Once Lin Shen recovers, we'll just sail the ship and crush your crappy submarine!"

"This is definitely not a grounding! Look at the railings on the deck, they're all deformed!"

"Those are marks left by something forcibly constricting them!"

The arguments on the screen grew increasingly heated, with various factions arguing amongst themselves.

Just then, the seawater at the edge of the frame suddenly began to churn violently.

A huge black shadow suddenly broke out of the water from beneath the surface of the sea.

"Bang!"

A tentacle as thick as an adult's waist, covered with suckers the size of large bowls, slammed heavily onto the deck.

The slime on the tentacles gleamed a nauseating dark green in the sunlight.

It was like a giant python from hell, frantically tightening the metal winches securing the cargo on the deck.

That winch is made entirely of steel!

The winch emitted a tooth-grinding wail as the screws snapped and it was pulled out by the roots.

This scene was shown in its entirety to tens of millions of viewers worldwide through a shaky camera lens.

The live stream went silent instantly.

Not a single comment appeared.

Everyone in front of the screen gasped.

A full ten seconds passed before the screen erupted with ten times more dense barrage comments than before.

"What the hell is that?!"

"Cthulhu! It's definitely Cthulhu!"

"Sea monster! Aaaaaaaah!"

"My goodness! These tentacles are ten times thicker than my thighs!"

"Call the police immediately! Call the maritime patrol team!"

A striking gold VIP comment flashed by, carrying an aura of suffocating despair.

"It's no use, don't waste your energy."

"They are currently in the deepest, unclaimed part of the high seas."

"Even if the nearest coastal country immediately dispatches its fastest rescue helicopter..."

"It will take at least a full day to get there."

"They can only rely on themselves now."

The chat in the live stream was so choppy it was practically smoking.

The screen was divided into two distinct camps.

[Hahaha, this Eastern kid is finally going to be eaten by fish!]

I think that monster could swallow this wrecked ship whole. God help me, Amen.

[Bullshit! Shut up, you foreign devil upstairs, you're as tough as nails!]

[That's right, when Mo Shen unleashes his power later, he'll turn this octopus into takoyaki!]

The live stream was in complete chaos.

The malice outside the screen was almost overflowing.

On the screen, the situation had reached a critical juncture.

on the deck.

The salty seawater, mixed with a nauseating, slimy smell, permeated the air.

"Back off! Everyone back off!"

The sailors roared in terror.

Several dark red tentacles, each as thick as a water vat, were slowly climbing up the ship's side.

Each contraction of the enormous suction cup produced a teeth-grinding "smack" sound.

The steel railings began to deform slightly under the strangulation of the tentacles.

in the corner.

A mobile phone, fixed on a tripod, dutifully recorded this horrific scene.

Lin Siyu walked quickly through the corridor.

The high-heeled tactical boots made a crisp sound as they stepped on the deck.

She spotted the lone live-streaming device at a glance.

"What kind of time is this? Why are these things left here unattended?"

Lin Siyu frowned and muttered a complaint in a low voice.

She grabbed the support frame.

A huge shadow swept overhead, and a tentacle slammed heavily onto the deck not far away, splashing water everywhere.

Lin Siyu took a deep breath to suppress the pounding in her heart.

I need to find Lin Mo.

Her intuition told her that the only truly safe place on the entire ship was around that man.

As long as he's there, even if the sky falls, he can be used as a blanket.

She grabbed the equipment and rushed quickly to the driver's cab.

The door was pushed open.

"elder brother!"

Lin Siyu locked the door behind her, panting heavily.

Lin Mo was standing in front of the control panel.

He braced his hands on the table, his eyes fixed on the radar screen in front of him.

On the screen, the green dot representing the ship was completely enveloped by a large, glaring red patch.

"Something's not right."

Lin Siyu put her phone aside and quickly walked to his side.

"This thing is too big; conventional weapons are useless against it."

She gritted her teeth, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.

"Use torpedoes!"

"Just blast it off the bottom of the ship!"

These words were particularly clear in the quiet cockpit.

Even more critically, the audio equipment in the live broadcast room was still working perfectly.

The barrage of insults that had been flying between the viewers paused for a second.

Then came an unprecedented explosion.

[Holy crap?! What did I just hear?!]

【torpedo?!】

Why would a civilian fishing vessel have a torpedo, such a heavy weapon?!

This is insane! This is absolutely an illegal armed group! I'm going to report them to the International Court of Justice!

[Hey, you better survive today first!]

Foreign viewers, as if they had found some leverage, started flooding the screen with comments.

A variety of vulgar, offensive, and malicious words instantly filled the entire screen.

Lin Siyu looked down.

The screen was filled with vulgar language that made her feel nauseous.

She snorted coldly and simply slammed her phone screen down onto the control panel.

Out of sight, out of mind.

"Brother, can you hear me?"

Seeing that Lin Mo didn't react, Lin Siyu couldn't help but urge him again.

"Order the torpedoes to be launched immediately, or the ship will be torn apart!"

Lin Mo still did not turn around.

He stared at the radar, his mind racing with frantic simulations.

torpedo?

Its power is indeed considerable.

However, detonating at such close range would cause irreversible damage to the ship's hull.

more importantly……

It will blast this rare, giant ghost octopus into a pile of worthless minced meat.

That's such a waste.

This is a top-quality ingredient that is rarely seen in the deep sea.

What kind of torpedo?

Lin Mo finally spoke.

Their tone was so calm, as if they were discussing what to eat for dinner.

"It's all fried to a crisp, how can we eat it?"

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Lin Siyu stood there, stunned, wondering if there was something wrong with her ears.

"……ha?"

It wasn't just her.

Although the live stream screen went black, the sound still came through clearly.

Millions of online viewers all heard this.

【? ? ? ? 】

【eat??】

He just mentioned eating?!

While others are thinking about how to save their lives, he's thinking about how to make something to drink with!

Is this even a brain circuit that a carbon-based organism could come up with?

[Beast: I've come all this way to attack you, and you actually want to eat me? Have some respect for my profession!]