No matter how hard I try, not a single ripple forms on the sea.
No, I am the sea, and logically, without differences in wind or temperature, it’s natural that no currents form in the sea.
But there have been times when I moved.
When I was away for a while, when I crushed something that was forming.
Perhaps it’s the difference between inside and outside the fish tank?
Am I completely filling the inside of this tank, simply looking beyond an insurmountable wall?
For that to be the case, I have the sense that this is the very bottom, so it’s unlikely.
Going up is that much heavier and harder, but falling down is simple.
As I organize my memories, I feel like I’ve somehow gotten smarter, so I look back.
While I’m spending time like that, a thread slowly descends from above.
Finally!
Ah.
Aah.
That. It doesn’t reach me.
The distance is too far. That thing is sparkling brightly towards the huge floating light far above.
Even if I say floating light, it’s at the level of seeing another planet from a faded memory of Earth.
Sparkle-sparkle.
Who are they trying to tease, shining so brightly like that?
Since it’s annoying that it won’t even reach me, I just wish it would quickly be taken away. Why is it pretending not to know and just staying still?
Pretending. Not to know?
No. I know from being at the bottom. I know how greedily they try to collect light. Like the Great Kraken did, they won’t miss the chance to get easily obtainable light, to go up there.
That thing is really invisible.
Then why can only I see it? To tease me?
Has my identity spread that much? Do I need to somehow go to the second world where immortals live and break the glass bottle?
No.
Wait a minute.
This seems to be calling for the Great Kraken? A light signal that only the Great Kraken can see. A phone number that only specific people can receive.
Of course. After all the preparations for the divine descent have been made by the underlings and now all that’s left is to go, if someone else jumps in with a “Hey! There’s an opening!” and snatches the spot, I’d make them regret being alive by any means necessary.
So he created a way that only he could see. So that when someone summons him, he can know immediately and go. And others can’t know about it.
That thing is right in front of me.
But, everything is far too lacking for it to reach me. There’s not enough resources to come down to this bottom.
However.
What if I could impersonate the Great Kraken?
Isn’t it practically the same as swallowing everything of the Great Kraken’s and taking his place?
So not me, but as if the Great Kraken is grabbing his thing.
I grabbed the thin thread that came down to the bottom.
Of course I couldn’t do it in one try, but the faint sensation of touching the thread remained, so after tens of thousands of attempts.
Whoosh!
The sensation of being pulled upwards.
And—
I opened my eyes.
“Huwahahahaha! You’re too late, intruder! The Great One has already descended! Watching from the unreachable eternal deep sea, bestowing upon us endless treasures of gold and silver, and granting everyone the right to be His servant, the merciful god has come! Oh Great Kraken, bless us!”
In front, a fishman between human and fish raises a staff and shouts. Around, fishmen with huge stakes driven into their necks lie in a circle, endlessly chanting spells in a dying state.
And at the entrance of the room.
A young girl looks up at me with an iron staff in hand and a desperate expression.
A gigantic height that would be as tall as ten people standing on top of each other. A form with a fish head attached to a human body, gills on the body, webbed hands and feet, and below the sacrum, a long tail that’s an ambiguous mix of fish and shark.
It’s my first time entering such a giant body.
So, at this point, what’s most needed?
Yes.
Information.
Until now, I’ve been summoned to a lower position, forced to move this way and that while watching the summoner’s mood.
Inevitably, this leads to passive behavior.
For the first time, I’ve been given a choice. What’s in front of me is the summoner and his subordinates who mistake me for the Great Kraken. And a girl who seems to have come here alone, probably to stop him.
If the girl was alone, holding something like a gun, I’d think she was a fleeing victim.
In her right hand, she’s holding an iron crowbar dripping with blood and bodily fluids, and in her left hand, a large nail with strange characters written on it.
It’s the expression of someone forcing strength into their legs to stand in place before collapsing in fear, desperately rolling their eyes to find a way to survive.
A person with the courage to face fear.
The third world is unique.
So let’s greet them.
“Hello. But I’m not the Great Kraken.”
I only speak the truth. This isn’t the way a giant with a fishman form would speak, but it’s difficult to change my speech pattern at this point.
This is from shivering in the cold until going mad, but not being able to go mad, so begging and begging to be killed, begging until the end of eternity is in sight, and now even my thoughts are stained and irreversible.
This is an indelible scar.
Anyway, the voice is unexpectedly high-pitched and sharp, but since fish can be hermaphroditic or able to change sex, I suppose that’s why.
Thud.
Suddenly, all the heads of the fishmen chanting spells around fall off, and the spells are cut off.
Ah, I know this.
There’s a security setting in the spell itself to immediately cancel the summoning if a proper self-introduction isn’t made.
Setting it as a law to explain oneself as a god, and if that’s not done, it’s as if it never happened.
Not a bad method.
First, I swing my hand to quickly sweep up the warmth from the corpses lying around before it disappears. Often, corpses that haven’t been dead long still have light and warmth left in them.
I gained information and warmth.
“O-oh, you who have descended into our god’s body! If you grant our wish, we will follow you even if you’re not the Great Kraken! Give us safety! The Great Kraken promised so, if you are a greater being than the Great Kraken, make a contract to do so!”
Oh.
Quick to cut losses and attempt a new contract with the being in front of them. I like it. It wouldn’t be bad to proceed with the fishman race this time.
However, there’s a problem.
Thwack!
The fact that his head flew off.
The Great Kraken doesn’t forgive betrayal. He puts various devices in place to prevent those who trust him enough to call him from harboring other thoughts.
I’ve already looked over the memories as a whole before.
But it’s not coming out immediately, it’s more like after something happens, I go “Ah, that’s what it was” and then I know, so it’s quite inconvenient.
I wonder if it’s a problem that I’m not that smart…
I grabbed the fishman’s head that flew off.
I crush it to gain warmth, and lick the light to gain memories.
This place is in the 36th century according to this world’s standard calendar.
However, the lifestyle in this area is only at the level of the 19th century by the standards of the faded world.
Since the fishmen are marine-based, it’s only visible from the sea perspective, but basically all ships are made of wood.
However, magic is common here. Not just water, but ships floating in the sky occasionally fly by, and lone flying magicians or magical creatures can be seen.
Looking at the ports that the fishmen plunder, it’s similar to the 19th century, but the difference is that magic flies instead of bullets coming out.
When they invaded with the large biological weapons that the fishmen were raising, I remember seeing something like a steamship come out and fire something like an electromagnetic cannon, so I can infer the general level of scientific technology of the navy, but…
It gives the impression of a world slightly more developed than the first world.
So they prepared hastily.
This race, called Sahaggin here, is originally a life form sown by the Great Kraken. They were the vanguard sent to other worlds during the time when the Great Kraken was invading multiple worlds.
As a bridgehead, they are sown first and dominate the surroundings. When the world is sufficiently prepared, they summon the Great Kraken and offer it to him.
If you ask whether there was a group as strong as the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult where the Great Kraken went…
No.
They were simply defeated by nature. The biological weapons made with technology received from the Great Kraken were torn apart by wild animals, and even when they fled to the sea which was more suitable for activity, there were even more powerful wild animals in the deep sea.
In the end, they became invaders who had fallen to become just one of the barbarian factions, timidly living somewhere along the coast and water surface where such monsters don’t come.
That’s who these beings are.
Tribespeople who believe in an ancient god.
Since they are basically a race that practices theocracy, it’s inevitable that they become like a pseudo-religious cult.
Still, since they had technology, they shouldn’t have fallen to become simple barbarians.
The high-grade resource needed to use powerful technology or abilities was the soul of creatures with a certain level of intelligence, and the easiest material to obtain for that was humans.
It’s like having a petroleum civilization without petroleum.
They need to obtain resources. But if they just go, they get beaten and defeated.
So they came up with a radical strategy.
Taking advantage of the fact that the navy’s mobility is slower compared to the fishmen, they simultaneously raided all the villages in the area to obtain resources and return home.
They committed this act with the optimism typical of a religious society, thinking that if they just summoned a god, he would somehow help them. But.
It seems heroes pop up everywhere.
Who could have predicted that one human girl, captured to be used as a resource, would unexpectedly awaken, break through all security, steal important items while at it, assassinate important fishmen one by one, and finally come to prevent the god’s descent.
However, this fishman was capable.
He succeeded in calling the Great Kraken. He perfectly prepared and managed to survive the human girl who had transformed into a Sahaggin slayer, and made the god descend.
The problem is that the Great Kraken had already disappeared, and I stole his place and appeared here.
The human girl, who is looking around while staring at me, thinking that since I said I’m not the dangerous god the Great Kraken, she might not need to kill me.
It’s terrifying.
“The summoner died on his own, what should we do?”
The girl blinked with an expression that seemed to say, “Are you asking me?” She paused for a moment and then said:
“Why don’t you go back?”
I’m scared of her immediately revealing killing intent at my answer.
Is this the infamous 1st year high school girl I’ve only heard rumors about?
So I said this:
“I don’t want to go back.”
The girl looks up at me with an extremely perplexed expression.