Out in the black waves of Floor Five, the five-hundred-thousand-mile Despair-Ink Leviathan felt the terrifying suction ripple of fourteen-year-old Jiang Tuntun’s stomach rumble and slowly paddled three miles backward with its tail-fin.
Although it was a Half-Step Rank 10 Calamity Avatar, the Leviathan was no fool.
It had just watched the seventeen-year-old boy in spectacles (Ye Xiao) smack its nose flat with a bamboo ruler. The fifteen-year-old boy in a bunny apron (Gu Nian) catch its full-power squid-ink blast in a soup bowl. Now this chubby fourteen-year-old girl in a giant yellow duckling bib was staring at its tentacles while holding a pair of chopsticks the size of pillars!
“Forget fighting these lunatics on Floor Five!” the Despair-Ink Leviathan thought frantically to itself. Quietly channeling void-ink energy into its tail-fin to activate its Void-Ink Escape Teleportation toward the Floor Seven staircase at the far northern end of the ocean. “I’ll just melt into the ink currents, slip up the northern drainpipe to Floor Seven, and let the Phantoms on Floor Seven deal with them!”
Standing on the white diamond-ice balcony, Gu Changsheng didn’t even need [Dad’s Plot-Spoiler Notebook] to read the giant ink-whale’s body language.
Any dad who had ever tried to catch a live fish out of a market tank. Or watched a family dog try to sneak out the back door before bath time—recognized that guilty backward tail-wiggle right away.
