“Alright, enough with the ‘follower’ talk for now—I’m starving! Got any grub on you? Cough it up! This avatar needs some noms!”

  Elara rubbed her lil’ tummy, unable to stop herself from whining.

  An hour ago, she’d planned to snag some fish to munch on, but ended up netting a white-haired waifu instead, dragging things out ‘til now.

  “Food, huh? I’ve only got some normie snacks on me—can Your Majesty even stomach that? I heard some big shots are into human blood. How about you suck mine instead?”

  Bonnie said, her face going a bit pale.

  That chunk of Mandela Metal didn’t even come close to matching the forbidden knowledge—Bonnie felt like she probs owed way more.

  Her eyes were all timid, but she bravely lifted the silvery-white hair off her shoulder, revealing a neck so smooth and pale it could outshine snow.

  Whoa, that glossy sheen legit looked biteable—like, nom nom worthy.

  “Heh heh heh, don’t mind if I do!”

  Suddenly, Elara wasn’t even hungry anymore. Her tiny body zoomed over, latching onto Bonnie’s pale neck and chomping down.

  Of course, it was just a playful nibble—no real biting action.

  Mmm, so soft, so fragrant—is this what a girl’s body is like?

  Elara’s little face turned a smidge pink.

  Bonnie had her eyes squeezed shut, kinda scared at first, but soon realized it didn’t hurt—just tickled a bit, tickled so much she couldn’t hold back a giggle.

  A string of bell-like laughs spilled out, dripping with that youthful girly vibe.

  Such a sweet sound felt hella out of place on this creepy Lightless Sea.

  “Your Majesty, hahaha… stop it, please!”

  Bonnie’s pretty brows furrowed, saying no with her mouth, but her face got redder and she laughed even harder, her eyes sparkling with pure joy.

  Deep down, though, Bonnie was drowning in shame.

  Did Her Majesty figure out my secret lolicon kink? Is this a punishment or a reward?

  This humiliation—it’s so unbearable…

  After messing around with Bonnie for a bit, Elara started feeling kinda wiped. Sure, she acted all evil-god-like and had some weird perks, but she was still just a basic mortal.

  A teenage loli? Stamina’s not exactly her strong suit!

  “Let me try some of that human food then.”

  Elara said, legit starving now, and quickly snatched the ration pouch hanging from Bonnie’s waist.

  She popped it open—inside were a bunch of biscuit-looking things, and a salty, yummy smell hit her right in the face!

  Elara’s mouth watered hardcore, and she started scarfing them down like a feral gremlin.

  Overestimating her tiny mouth’s chowing skills and still not used to this body, she choked after a sec, coughing like crazy. So, she nabbed Bonnie’s leather water pouch too, chugging it down glug glug glug.

  Bonnie just stared at the scene, totally dumbfounded.

  This…

  Is Her Majesty pretending this hard?

  Even a regular kid choking ten-plus times on such a small snack would be next-level fail—this ain’t something you can fake!

  Probs ‘cause Her Majesty hasn’t fully vibed with this weak lil’ avatar yet.

  Maybe an endless lifespan got so boring she turned into a red-haired loli to live it up IRL?

  But those thoughts didn’t bug Bonnie for long.

  She was way too hooked on the forbidden knowledge in that rag.

  Seeing Elara wasn’t mad, she eagerly grabbed the cloth with both hands, her light purple eyes going wide as she studied it super carefully.

  When her gaze hit those forbidden words—holy yet terrifying, cryptic and deep—strange syllables started echoing in her head outta nowhere.

  Bonnie held her breath, fighting the wild urges bubbling up inside, straining to hear those freaky song-like sounds.

  Bit by bit, she started getting it.

  This seemed like a busted-up tome from Ibithas, the Cosmic Daughter!

  Ibithas’s spirit minions were like wriggly bugs with glowy shells—their head tendrils could zoom in size and unleash crazy energy blasts.

  Their eyes could shoot out mega-bright cosmic rays.

  Bonnie was obsessed with these cosmic rays—that dazzling, brilliant light? She was all about it.

  Through nonstop listening and staring, she slowly grasped a ton of taboo cosmic ray knowledge.

  She suddenly stood up, gripping her black longsword, spitting out a string of garbled, arcane syllables.

  Those sounds had some kinda mojo—barely out of her mouth, her sword got wrapped in a twinkling, starry glow.

  Sure, her old Hope Spirit Sword move had some shiny vibes too, but it was all flash, no substance—just eye candy.

  But now? Her black longsword was on a whole new level. Even without swinging, the raw power in that sword light was so obvious even a clueless normie like Elara could feel it.

  Just a few peeks at that glow, and Elara’s heart started pounding!

  “Cosmic Spirit Sword, Light Slash!”

  Bonnie let out a soft shout, slashing at the sea.

  BOOM!

  An explosion roared—like a missile went off—waves crashing everywhere!

  A regular junk boat would’ve flipped ages ago, but this mysterious ship had some tricks up its sleeve. Even in that wild storm, it stayed steady, cutting through waves like a boss—super weird.

  The boat was chill, but the seawater? Splashed all over like it was supposed to, no mercy, along with a bunch of flopping fish and shrimp landing onboard.

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  Nice—looks like food’s sorted for a while!

  Right now, Elara felt like she was at a water festival—her cute lil’ skirt was soaked in seconds.

  Wet shirt fanservice?

  So, Bonnie Big Sis was…

  Elara wiped the water off her face with her tiny hands, spinning around to peek at Bonnie, all hyped.

  Too bad, total letdown—sneaky Bonnie had a transparent light shield up around her, not a drop on her.

  This was straight-up unfair.

  She dodged the rain and forgot about me?

  “Achoo!”

  Soaked through, Elara felt a bone-chilling cold hit her and sneezed.

  Bonnie heard it, turned around, and bam—her pretty face went pink, eyes locked in a stare.

  No way Her Majesty can’t even whip up a basic waterproof shield—this has to be a treat for me on purpose!

  Being a follower of someone this epic? Too blessed!

  “Congrats, Bonnie—your power’s leveled up!”

  Elara hugged her arms, all awkward and jelly as she spoke.

  “All my tiny gains are thanks to your generous gift!”

  Bonnie tamped down her inner hype, saying it with mad gratitude.

  Was it really my gift?

  Elara was kinda skeptical at first, but after some sly probing, she got it—Bonnie’s power-up was legit from that cushion she gave her.

  More specifically, those weird patterns on it.

  Those patterns weren’t there before—she’d only sat on it for a bit, and they showed up.

  Was the cushion itself special, or was it ‘cause my butt sat on it?

  Elara instinctively tugged at the skirt behind her tush.

  Frick, if it’s really my butt’s doing, this world’s way too wild!

  Still, knowing she’d actually helped Bonnie out big-time made Elara’s heart happy. Finally gave her follower something dope—guess even if I’m not an evil god, I can fake it ‘til I make it with this kinda skill…

  “All-Powerful Elara Majesty, if you’ll allow it, I’d like to head out. I’ve been away from the city too long—it’s time to go back.”

  Bonnie half-knelt, saying it all respectful-like.

  After soaking in the rag’s lofty, terrifying whispers, she wasn’t the same scrub she’d been when she got here. Forbidden secrets were buried deep in her eyes now.

  She could feel it clear as day—her weak body was bursting with power, every cell practically cheering and vibing.

  The world in her eyes had never been sharper.

  Every breath she took, she could almost grab the flow of every breeze. A flower-footed sea mosquito buzzing its wings dozens of meters away on the water? She could sense every flap.

  All those hunting questions she’d struggled with? Poof—answered in a flash. Her sluggish body was suddenly nimble as heck.

  Like a dried-out sponge finally hitting water—sweet relief after a drought.

  Like someone stuck trudging along sprouting wings and soaring to the sky.

  That rush? Unless you’ve felt it, you wouldn’t get it.

  Just from eyeballing that forbidden tome for a bit, Bonnie’s strength had jumped from bottom-tier noob hunter to a high-level slayer badass—ready to snag a Falcon Medal from underground London’s Hunter Guild!

  Per the guild’s ranks, hunters go from Rookie to Elite to Slayer.

  Sure, there might be higher tiers, but that’s not stuff a small-fry like Bonnie would know.

  Slayers in underground London? Absolute bigshots. That Falcon Medal they rock is proof of their elite status.

  Wearing a Falcon Medal on her chest was Bonnie’s old dream—way outta reach.

  But now, in less than ten minutes, that dream was hers!

  With her dream in the bag, how could she not flex a little?

  Right now, Bonnie was itching to stick her hands on her hips, cackle like a champ, sprout wings, and teleport back to the city to brag to everyone.

  “Hmph! The guild peeps said I’d never make Elite Hunter in my life…”

  Time to head back and show off her glow-up.

  But most importantly, with this power, she could finally fix her family’s broke-ass situation!

  Bonnie was hyped beyond belief, her shaky lil’ hands trembling with excitement.

  Elara clocked it—this girl was dying to bounce, and it lowkey bummed her out.

  You’re leaving just like that? Won’t I get lonely and scared out here by myself?

  This place is creepy-dark, yo.

  I wanted to cuddle and lift you up all cute-like, and you’re just gonna dip?

  Got my essence and now you’re bailing—total slag move!

  How about… I tag along to that underground London place and check it out?

  “How do you humans survive underwater?”

  Thinking it over, Elara didn’t answer Bonnie’s request right away, instead asking out of curiosity.

  “Reporting to Your Grace, most humans survive underwater with arcane aqua-lungs. Nobles don’t need ‘em, though—underground London’s core zone is inside underwater mountains. The peaks block everything out, so that noble turf’s just like old-school land. People can stroll around in the air no problem.”

  “Nobles even set up glowing arcane gems on the mountaintops to fake a sun, moon, and stars…”

  “Air rights? That’s a luxe noble perk. Lowly normie citizens are stuck soaking in water all day, living off an arcane aqua-lung handed out at birth ‘til they croak. After a thousand years in the drink, tons of folks have mutated—scales popping up, looking straight-up monstrous…”

  Bonnie said, pulling a palm-sized, white sheet from inside her underclothes.

  No doubt, that was the arcane aqua-lung—wet and gooey-looking, kinda like those face masks girls used in Elara’s old life.

  You could tell it was precious—why else would Bonnie stash it in her bra like that?

  Bonnie came from a broke noble fam drowning in debt. One slip, and they’d lose that noble status.

  If that happened, she’d have to drag her sickly mom outta the noble zone to settle in underground London’s Blackwater District.

  Her mom’s health was trash—living in freezing seawater full-time? She’d be dead in no time.

  That’s why Bonnie went so hard. Even as a rookie hunter, she dared to leave the safe deep zones, hitting up the Lightless Sea’s edge to hunt Deep Ones.

  Becoming a badass hunter was the fastest, best way to keep her noble title.

  Hearing Bonnie’s rundown, Elara felt a pang of regret.

  This arcane aqua-lung—Bonnie only had one. No way Elara could tag along to underground London now.

  “Next time you swing by, bring me one too. Human underwater civ? I wanna scope it out.”

  Elara said, all wistful.

  “Sure thing, Your Majesty—I’ll snag one for you!”

  Bonnie gritted her teeth and promised.

  In underground London, an aqua-lung was worth a life—not cheap!

  But then she thought it over and chilled—I’m a Slayer now; scoring an aqua-lung should be a breeze.

  “Elara Majesty, I’ll be back.”

  Bonnie waved at Elara, leapt off with a graceful arc, and splash—hit the water.

  The second she submerged, the white aqua-lung on her face clung tighter, turning clear—like she wasn’t wearing anything. Super cool.

  Glancing back, Bonnie saw the great Elara Majesty still at the boat’s edge, staring down at the water. Her gaze was deep, like she’d already seen through everything, those wise, glinting eyes probs pondering the ultimate mysteries of the universe.

  “Meeting you is the greatest honor of my life!”

  Bonnie thought quietly, clutching the butt-pad stashed at her chest, swimming toward the deep sea with a solemn vibe.

  “That girl actually bailed. A soft, sweet, baby-faced, stacked Big Sis like her—just up and left. Now I’m stuck here solo—ugh, so boring.”

  TBH, Elara didn’t mind chilling alone.

  Give her a phone and some Wi-Fi, and she’d vibe ‘til the end of time. Problem is, no phone here, and this boat’s tiny as heck!

  The only thing keeping her company was that lil’ critter—the Executioner, Roary.

  “Whatever, guess I’ll dig into what freaky powers this junk boat’s got!”