Her Tentacles 80

Chapter 80: Food

The little octopus, which had become Shu Yao, held onto the fine thread and tugged hard. It found that it couldn’t bite it off, nor could it pull it. And it couldn’t even taste it.

At the same time, a very kind laugh entered her mind.

【Are you very hungry, child?】

A faint, fine blue, like mist, drifted open in front of her.

Seeing this color spread out in wisps, she hesitated for a moment, and tasted that this sweet taste was coming from herself, because the fine thread was like a knife, and had cut open her delicate skin, and blue blood was flowing out.

Her small tentacles bloomed and closed like flowers, catching the blood that was about to be diluted by the seawater, and giving her feedback as she tasted it.

【Sweet!】

【More, more!】

Shu Yao’s expression twisted in pain, until a palm suddenly reached out from the side, holding a small cluster of silver grass leaves in its pale five fingers, and gently stuffed it under her abdomen.

The tentacles, which were dizzy with hunger, reflexively grabbed it. Because this cluster of leaves was too big, they couldn’t eat it, so they had to roll it up and stuff it into the mouth under their abdomen, which was really connected to their digestive organs.

The cool juice was chewed open, and the wound miraculously began to heal.

The feeling of pain disappeared.

And her hungry stomach was also filled with new things.

She unconsciously showed a pleased expression, and her tentacles gently paddled the water, and she saw clearly the creature that had come to her side.

Deep blue, beautiful long hair floated behind her like seaweed. The same colored, deep blue scales went down from her chest and abdomen, which had the same curves as a human, until they completely covered her entire fishtail from the waist down.

Noticing her gaze, the other tilted its head, and with a flick of its tail, it swam a long distance away. When it came back, both of its palms were filled with the same silver leaves that Shu Yao had found to have a very special flavor.

She did not refuse, and ate the grass with relish.

It was at this moment that the white thread that she had let go of, which was indigestible, floated over again, and transmitted the same light to her body. She looked up in a daze, and in this warm and very close aura, she heard that voice appear again:

【You were born to hunt, and you seem to like to eat very much.】

【I will grant you the talent of ‘gluttony,’ so that you can taste all the delicacies in this world.】

…

As that silver thread, along with the light, was transmitted over, making her stomach, which should have been full, feel an unprecedented hunger again, Shu Yao also understood where this voice came from—

It was the [Lighthouse].

The original ability of the [Glutton] came from the gift of the [Lighthouse].

However, these clear thoughts could only appear for a moment before they were suppressed by the overly powerful will of this dream. She could only continue in the form of a little octopus.

Because the first food she had tasted was very good, she stared at the mermaid who had found the leaves, and the other, being stared at by her round eyes, retreated a little, and swam away to the side. After a while, it looked back at her.

Shu Yao had an epiphany.

Her eight little claws paddled hard to keep up.

On the way, she was even hit by a wave stirred up by the mermaid’s tail, and was knocked back dozens of meters. She had to hit another fine thread of the [Lighthouse] to barely stabilize herself.

Shu Yao, who had worked hard for a long time for nothing: “…”

She used her short and thin little tentacles to pull on the long thread of the [Lighthouse], and looked at the mermaid who had swum far away.

That mermaid was also a little stunned.

After a while, it swam back with some guilt, and also realized that its body was too large for this little octopus, so it extended its hand to her.

This time, Shu Yao saw her palm very clearly.

Her five fingers were slender, with a very thin membrane connecting them. Her nails were sharp and had a cold glint, but when facing her, her palm was flat, revealing the softest part.

The little octopus first extended a tentacle, and after finding that she had always maintained this posture without moving, it moved its small body over and sat on that palm, like a small princess sitting on a five-hundred-square-meter large bed in a mansion.

The mermaid carefully cupped her hands, loosely cradling her. Then, with a casual sway of her beautiful long tail, she swam off into the distance.

They stopped in front of a magnificent city.

It was composed of countless Roman columns, snow-white city walls, a golden dome, and a huge transparent bubble. The transparent large bubble enveloped this mysterious city under the sea. Countless mermaids, like deep-sea elves, in the light of the [Lighthouse], swam past the magnificent coral reefs, waterweeds, and underwater tree clusters outside the city.

The mermaid holding Shu Yao carefully lifted her up, gesturing for her to look at the beautiful city in front of her. Her lips moved, and as she spat out a string of bubbles, an elegant voice also reached her ears in a special tone.

Like a song.

“Atlantis…” she introduced with pride.

Then, she took the little octopus, which seemed to have understood, to find the patch of seaweed that could accelerate the healing of wounds.

The long-hungry little octopus began to gnaw on the seaweed with gusto. By the time the mermaid had reacted, it had already eaten a patch of seaweed dozens of times its size with its small body.

The mermaid: “…”

She looked at the little octopus’s still-small body, realized something, and casually grabbed a passing sea fish. Her sharp fingertips cut open the fish’s belly and removed its internal organs.

A moment later, she cut the fish into several more pieces and handed them to the little octopus.

Shu Yao, who had eaten her first bite of meat: “!”

Is this the delicacy of fresh food!

Her eyes lit up again, and then, like a little follower, her little claws stuck to the mermaid and refused to let go. At the same time, she had to show a look of longing at every unfamiliar fish that passed by.

The mermaid, who had become a fish killer: “…”

She seemed to regret her whim of feeding this little thing seaweed just now.

But seeing that when it tasted something delicious, it would endure and only eat half, and would use its tentacles to divide the remaining meat into two parts, pushing one to her and the other to that glowing jellyfish, she also felt that it was quite fun to raise it.

As the little octopus grew, more and more food was placed next to the [Lighthouse].

But the [Lighthouse] always stood there, with countless fine threads floating with the sea waves, becoming the light that illuminated the city of Atlantis.

…

Until Shu Yao was completely immersed in the role of the little octopus, following the mermaid every day to eat all the fresh food in the sea, and only needed to think about what to eat now, and what to eat later.

She even had a balanced diet of meat and vegetables, and had accidentally eaten the patch of silver-leaf seaweed at the bottom of the sea bald.

Once, when the beautiful mermaid came out of the city to find her, many of the beautiful scales on her waist had fallen off, and there was even red blood floating out.

She frowned and said to the little octopus, her voice still like a song, “I’m sorry… I’m late today.”

The wisps of red.

Floated past the tip of the little octopus’s tentacle.

She reflexively tasted it, and inexplicably felt guilty. She was about to go to the vicinity to find the kind of grass leaves that could heal wounds, but remembered that she had eaten them all, so she turned into a large band-aid, trying to use her eight claws to close the torn skin and flesh for the mermaid.

After trying hard for a long time—

The tip of her tentacle unconsciously began to secrete a layer of mucus, and smeared it over.

The mermaid, as if she had sensed something, looked at her in surprise, and then smiled at her. After thinking for a moment, she took the most beautiful and largest scale that had fallen off when she had reached adulthood, which was hanging around her neck, and hung it on the little octopus’s tentacle.

“It’s a thank-you gift for a friend,” she said.

The deep blue, crescent-shaped scale shone in the seawater.

In her pleasant voice, the little octopus happily raised the tip of its tentacle, and even went back happily, hugging the glowing white thread of the [Lighthouse], and muttering, saying that it wanted to introduce its friend to It.

Friend!

That’s what the mermaid said!

The [Lighthouse], which had been quietly listening most of the time, except when she had first spoken when she was born, answered her this time: 【Friend?】

The little octopus thought It also didn’t understand what it meant, and specially brought the mermaid back to this area that was full of fine threads and was always shining and illuminating the seabed.

And then it waved the largest and most beautiful scale on its tentacle in front of the [Lighthouse].

As the large patches of blood spread.

Shu Yao’s thoughts were as blank as this octopus’s.

The mucus she had tried so hard to secrete could only just heal the small wound on her mermaid friend’s waist—

But now.

Her friend, who had been cut into pieces by countless fine threads and had become segments of blood-stained flesh, she didn’t seem to be able to piece her back together.

What was even worse.

This thick blood was sweeter than anything she had ever tasted before, making her unsatisfied hunger roar again, and her consciousness and reason both went out of control.

Until the voice of the [Lighthouse] entered her brain.

【This is not a friend,】 It said, 【child, this should be your food.】

【Don’t be sad. Eat her, and you can also be together forever.】