After her argument with Feisi, the resentment in Liuxiang’s heart refused to dissipate for a long time.
That resentment reached its peak after Lina took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her.
On campus, she saw a crowd approaching, surrounding the "Black Coral Goddess Gang." She lowered her head, intending to brush past them silently, but Lina’s lackeys blocked her path.
"Oh, I didn't expect I’d underestimated you before." Lina didn't even turn her head; she simply looked forward with an arrogant smile. "Liumei... that’s your mother’s name, isn't it?"
"Wh-what do you want?"
"Why are you so nervous? It’s not like I’m going to eat you. I just saw the news—Liumei, Deputy Captain of the Deep Dive Team. It seems you aren't as pathetic as I thought. It’s a pity you’ve become the Academic God’s little errand girl now. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting you hang out with us. Anyway, congratulations to your mother; she’s made a great contribution to the Light Sea." With that, Lina led her followers away.
Liuxiang had studied Lina for years and knew that for Lina to speak this way was actually a significant gesture of goodwill.
The Red Moon Festival at the end of December was approaching, which also meant a five-day holiday was imminent. A cheerful, pre-holiday atmosphere permeated the school. Simultaneously, news of the Federal Deep Dive Team successfully descending to the bottom of the "Meteor Trench" and completing a precise measurement of 8,274 meters became the headline on every platform. The Light Sea races could predict earthquakes, tsunamis, and ocean current directions based on the vertical movement of the crust, rate changes, and seafloor plate friction in the surveyed areas. This was of immense significance for weather forecasting, disaster mitigation, and even potion research.
The work of the Deep Dive Team had always been respected and high-paying. Her mother earned an annual salary of 117,000 Fu. Her father was an ordinary office worker at a Clownfish pharmaceutical company—a "nice guy" who had once cheated, cried for three months, and begged for two whole years before receiving her mother's forgiveness. But since then, her father had to watch her mother’s expression even to know when to pick up his chopsticks at dinner. It had been like this for decades.
Due to her mother’s work, Liuxiang had lived in Saint Yegana for a long time as a child, only returning to Luoya for high school. Furthermore, her entire family belonged to the Angelfish Race, carrying Cichlidae genes—the elite of the Ocean Race with beautiful caudal fins. Therefore, even if she appeared humble on the surface, Liuxiang possessed an innate pride that ordinary Ocean Race members lacked. She looked down on Feisi, not just because Feisi’s ideas were provincial, but because Feisi truly was a "country girl," yet she had the nerve to flaunt her perceptions of women in front of her. It was truly nauseating.
Now that her mother’s work had achieved a major breakthrough, the first person to congratulate her wasn't her friend, but Lina. Her feelings were complicated, and she felt even more strongly that Feisi was a short-sighted peasant.
Just then, Youcan arrived, swaying his bright orange tail, having bought some fresh sea samphire to share with Liuxiang. He was met with a direct verbal assault: "Do you know? Your friend is truly disgusting!"
"Huh? My friend?"
"Yes! Your friend! Feisi! She’s absolutely disgusting, slut-shaming me in every way possible!"
"What? Feisi actually dared to be mean to my big baby!" Youcan grew angry as well. "What did she say? I’ll go get justice for you!"
Liuxiang gave him a rough summary of the argument with Feisi. After listening, Youcan scratched his head. "I thought it was something serious, but you mean *that*... There’s nothing to be done. Feisi and Blue Silk are from the Salmon Race; their culture is just particularly conservative. Just ignore them."
"Of course I know about Salmon Race culture! Do you think I’m an idiot?" Liuxiang rolled her eyes. She didn't even realize how much she resembled Lina in that moment. "What makes me unhappy is that if she has her culture, she can live by her old-fashioned, outdated culture. What right does she have to point fingers at me and insult the Orca Race? Doesn't she know the Orcas are far more powerful than she is? If she had an Orca’s body, she’d probably be ten thousand times wilder than Princess Han!"
"Liuxiang... you didn't use to talk like this. You always hated the Black Coral Goddess Gang..."
"I’ve changed now, is that a problem? I hate that disgusting friend of yours more than the Orcas, is that a problem?!"
In her current state of fury, Youcan didn't know how to comfort her. He could only lower his head and wait quietly for her to calm down. However, Liuxiang continued her endless tantrum. The more silent he remained, the greater her temper flared. Regarding such "girl topics," he truly didn't know how to respond. He could only offer the sea samphire in his hand, saying obediently, "Liuxiang, don't be angry. Come, have something to eat..."
Before he could finish, Liuxiang swatted the sea samphire away, scattering it into the water. Initially, Liuxiang was just acting in the heat of the moment, but after this outburst, she realized she had gone too far. Yet, she couldn't find a way to back down, so she just stood there, stiff as a wooden fish.
"I’ve always felt a girl’s romantic history isn't important," Youcan’s tone turned cold. "But if you fly into a rage just because a friend advises you to be more conservative, then you’re being quite unreasonable. Feisi might be forceful, but she didn't mean to hurt you. You don't dare argue with her, so you bully me? That’s too much."
"What..." Liuxiang was stunned.
"I think you’re just a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong." Youcan left in a huff.
Though he had shown a great temper, the moment he turned around, his lips trembled with grievance, and his tears flowed into the sea.
***
Two days before the Red Moon Festival holiday, the landlady was downstairs bargaining with a prospective tenant. Her voice was as loud as her lung capacity, shouting so loudly that Fanli, upstairs, had to cover her ear fins. She was so focused on studying the black market map on her desk that she didn't even notice Dangdang knocking and entering. Consequently, the moment Dangdang tapped her shoulder, she let out a "Wah!" and leaped from her chair.
"What are you looking at? You’re so focused." Dangdang leaned down to look.
Fanli sat back down on the desk, swaying her tail left and right. "Nothing, just a map of the Red Moon Sea."
"Haha, don't tell me you want to go traveling during the holiday too? But everyone likes to go out during this break; the Red Moon Sea tourist areas will be packed." Dangdang immediately lost interest in the map. She stood with her hands behind her back, looking profoundly mysterious. "That doesn't matter. Do you know what surprise I’ve prepared for you?"
"What surprise?"
Dangdang flipped her large braid behind her back and pulled out two sheets of paper covered in an itinerary. "Ta-da! A three-day trip to the Resurrection Sea! A double package! I’ve already bought it! My treat!"
At that moment, the landlady downstairs yelled, "Dangdang, keep your voice down! The guest can't hear me because of you!"
Dangdang shouted back, "Sorry! My apologies for disturbing such a quiet and elegant landlady!!"
"Th-this? A double package... you could go with your boyfriend." Fanli didn't react immediately. She had already made arrangements to go to the black market during these five days.
"What gives? You don't look surprised at all. He’s going too, but he has to spend the first two days with his daughter. He’ll meet us at the Resurrection Sea on the third day and then take us back to Luoya. The first two days belong only to us sisters! Isn't the plan great?"
"Your boyfriend is so generous, even buying a travel package for me. But I’d feel bad..."
"Shut up, he didn't buy this. I did!" Dangdang slapped her chest excitedly. "I bought it! So this is a 'poverty package.' You’d better not look down on me, or I’ll make you eat live crabs for the next half month!"
"No, Dangdang, I have other arrangements for those days."
"You’re going on a date with Xinghai?!"
"No, no, no, it’s something else..."
"Then you can't refuse me! I’ve already paid, and because it’s the cheapest one, it’s non-refundable! So, see you the morning after tomorrow!" With that, Dangdang slapped the itinerary onto Fanli’s desk, turned, and slammed the door as she left. Three seconds later, she pushed the door open again and smirked at Fanli through the crack: "You can invite Xinghai along too. We can do a double date."
Xinghai had indeed invited her to a picnic in the cities surrounding the Red Moon Sea with his colleagues from the "Sea Race Fleet." But clearly, Xinghai was much easier to refuse than Dangdang. After she said she had other things to do, he simply stood up his colleagues and became a "traitor" who worked overtime during the holiday to please the boss.
The next day after classes, the school was in a state of holiday frenzy. After patiently letting Xinghai escort her home, Fanli took her map and caught a vessel to Siro Town.
Contrary to her expectations, Siro Town was not a dark or noisy place. Instead, it possessed a pastoral, paradise-like scenery. All the buildings here were made of giant conch shells—orange on the inside and brown on the outside. Each shell formed a farmhouse cottage, with crops planted at the doors, surrounded by "Giant Kelp Forests" or "Seagrass Fields," where various artificially bred marine creatures wandered. The town had a very low level of commercialization; the goods traded were almost entirely agricultural products. Except for the town center, which looked a bit like a small urban area, the rest was entirely rural in style.
Compared to this, Fanli felt the slums where she lived had more of a "black market" vibe.
Following the rumors, she found a farmer guarding a seaweed farm and gave him 15 De. He took the coins, deftly tossed them into his pocket, threw a black cloak to her, and crooked his finger at her. Without looking back, he swam into the Giant Kelp Forest. She quickly donned the cloak and followed. She saw him point to a spot at the base of the kelp that was glowing with an orange light, then he turned and returned to his previous seat.
Fanli pushed aside the seaweed and swam to the orange light. Just as she was wondering how to enter, a large opening suddenly split the ground, revealing the sharp teeth of a deep-sea fish. A powerful force "sucked" her into its mouth.
Accompanied by a scream, she landed face-first on dry sand. Her hood fell over her head, blocking her vision, and her tail quickly transformed into legs.
Various human voices clamored around her, mingled with the high-pitched, flirtatious laughter of glamorous women. The scents of cooked food, chili, noodles, and spices rushed at her, stimulating her sensitive sense of taste. Fanli pushed back the brim of her black cloth hood and looked up to see a bustling underground city entirely different from the conch town. The city was nearly a hundred meters high. The ground was red desert sand, but the "ceiling" was a composite of stalactite forests and tropical rainforests. Strange vines hung from the ceiling, growing downward instead of upward. Dark green banana-like leaves occasionally drifted down, landing in the red sand, where people picked them up to use as fans.
The population density of the underground city was much higher than above. Even though the space was actually quite vast, it felt extremely crowded. All the sea races were in their terrestrial forms, making it impossible to distinguish their species. Merchants wore dark gold cloaks, while travelers wore black ones. From above, it looked like an underground nest swarming with black and gold ants.
Fanli slowly climbed up, adjusted her hood, and entered the sea of people. She witnessed many strange sights: someone bought a drink, but instead of pouring it into a cup, they pulled out a thick book and turned to a page with an illustration of a mountain spring—they poured the drink into the spring so they could open the book and drink it later. A clockwork sea-race puppet’s face would shift; a widowed man stuffed a photo of his late wife and a coin into its mouth, and it transformed into the likeness of the photo. He then held it in his arms as seven or eight ghostly phantoms circled them with low wails. Some black market bosses sold members of the Abyssal Race at high prices, like slaves in a market, locking them in cages. But the Abyssal Race members were not as submissive as slaves; they were as fierce as wild beasts, and it was common for them to be killed on the spot after breaking their chains. Outside a small shop called the "Puppet Room," a ragged man walked out and lit a cigarette for himself, but the smoke emerged from holes in a skull that had been gnawed by scavengers. Brothels were not hidden; instead, like the first floor of a department store, they displayed preening prostitutes in shop windows like merchandise. Among them, the Silverfish Race prostitutes were always whisked away by the next customer as soon as they finished with one, while those from races with dark scales were ignored even if they hid their tails, forced to constantly pout and thrust their hips to release seductive signals to passersby...
Passing the brothel entrance, Fanli heard men waiting for the Silverfish women discussing:
"In a sea as traditional as the Rift Sea, prostitution has been legalized across the entire region. Why is a metropolis as big as Luoya still banning it? If they didn't, we wouldn't have to wait in line for the Silverfish girls all the time."
"You think if the number of prostitutes increases, the number of customers won't? By then, even the Sea God Race, who usually look down on the underground city, will be competing with you, and prices will skyrocket. If you can't afford a whore here, you won't afford one out there either. Just wash up and go to sleep."
"True. Buker Yeja supports legalizing prostitution, but the higher-ups haven't passed it."
"He just wants to visit them himself."
Here, everyone spoke crudely and directly, but the benefit was that if you wanted to find out any information, you could get an answer immediately. Fanli learned from a shopkeeper that many vendors sold potions for race promotion, but anyone who told you it was a 100% guaranteed transformation was usually a liar. The success rate was extremely low; the lucky ones just got a major illness, while the unlucky ones might die outright, their corpses sold to underground potion experimental organizations. The most reputable organization was the Black Crocodile Guild. Their boss was a big shot who had influence in both the legal and illegal worlds and dealt in many illicit trades. They would honestly disclose the mortality rate of race transformation. They were located on the far west side of the underground city.
On the way to the Black Crocodile Guild, there was a graveyard. People were constantly coming and going, with some carrying pale white skeletons from the west, chanting funeral prayers and burying them on the spot.
These corpse-bearers happened to be heading in the same direction as her, straight to her destination: a massive building constructed atop Arabian-style palace stairs. Hanging vines covered most of the building. On the stairs, slaves were sweeping away plant leaves and the red sand brought by the crowds. To the right of a coarse stone archway was a large black crocodile emblem, with "Black Crocodile Guild" written beneath it.
The corpse-bearers returned to this building, and from time to time, new ones emerged carrying white bones. Simultaneously, some Hunter Race members ran out of the building excitedly, rushing down the steps, holding mirrors to admire their sharp teeth, pointed ears, and vertical pupils, looking as if they had just won a ten-million-Fu lottery.
One Hunter Race member even ran up to Fanli, shouting excitedly, "I succeeded! I succeeded!! Hahahaha!!! Thank you, Boss, I love you! Hahaha!!"
"You... did you successfully promote to the Hunter Race?" Fanli asked in surprise.
"Yes! I’ve become a Sailfish, and it feels incredible! It’s a bit of a shame I didn't draw the Shark or Orca tribe... but I’m already very satisfied! Little sister, keep it up, don't be afraid! The world at the top of the food chain is waiting for you!"
The man ran off, dancing with joy, but a nearby snack vendor frowned and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense. Black Crocodile’s 'Styx Heart' is indeed the best race-promotion potion, but even if you become a Hunter, it’s still artificial. There’s a high probability of genetic mutation and a good chance of developing chronic diseases later. Not to mention the failed cases. Look over there. Dying in a place like this without even a crystal coffin—why bother?" He tilted his chin toward a spot where a corpse-bearer was picking up a fallen leg bone.
"Why wouldn't there be a coffin?" Fanli found it strange that these people were being buried right there in the underground city.
"When all that’s left is a pile of terrestrial-state white bones, it’s obvious they died from a failed race promotion. The production of race-transformation potions is banned throughout the Light Sea. If they were buried in that form above ground, it would be a nightmare if the authorities investigated. So, the death agreement they sign with you requires that, upon failure, you be buried in the underground city graveyard."
Fanli’s hair stood on end. "But the underground city is so large, and the Black Crocodile Guild is so conspicuous... doesn't the government notice?"
"Haha, the government knows everything. That’s also what I wanted to tell you—don't think that if you succeed and avoid mutations, you can just leave your Ocean Race past behind and start a successful new life. Remember who sold you the potion. Even if you succeed, you’ll live under their claws for the rest of your life, doing their bidding."
What a terrifying place.
Fanli plucked up her courage and walked inside, finding even more people than outside. The Black Crocodile Guild didn't look like a criminal organization at all; its service quality rivaled an Apple flagship store—the number of staff was almost equal to the number of customers.
A floor manager, having just sent someone to take a customer to sign a contract, noticed Fanli. He walked over with a joyful expression and smiled slightly at her. "Miss, would you like to become a Hunter? You’re so young; the success rate for taking our 'Styx Heart' at your age is very high."
His smile was so kind, as if he were selling skincare products. Thinking of the scene outside, Fanli shook her head in fear. "I... I wouldn't dare. I’m just looking around."
"Haha, you even dared to drink a potion as dangerous as a soul swap; what are you afraid of with race promotion?"
"I’ve never drunk the kind of potion you’re talking about. Don't go slandering people."
"First time in the underground city? Don't worry. Here, you don't need to feel afraid of taking any forbidden drugs. As for me, you can rest assured. I graduated from the Amaterasu Potion Economics Academy; I’m not much weaker than those from your Luoya University’s Arcane Academy." Seeing Fanli remain silent, the manager smiled. "Are you curious how I know you’re from Luoya University?"
"Maybe."
"I also know that little slaves like you who have performed a soul swap won't be satisfied so easily. You’ve already escaped your past as a slave and become an ordinary citizen; next, it’s time to advance toward a higher world. Look at Lina from your school. She’s never even mentioned who her father is, but that doesn't stop her from wearing the Ouroboros Eel badge. That’s all thanks to her mother. To get ahead, you have to be willing to risk it all. Only by giving a little more than others can you obtain what others cannot."
So, this manager took her for a slave who had usurped someone else's place. Fanli avoided the topic. "What about Lina?"
"That is a secret worth a fortune."
"Fine. Why is the failure rate so high, yet so many people are still rushing to become Hunters? Is being a Hunter that attractive?"
"First, let me correct you: the failure rate isn't as high as you think. It’s just that white bones are scary. When you see one skeleton, you forget a hundred successful cases. But we never hide the corpses; we have them carried out openly. We are honest with our customers to lower their expectations; that way, when they succeed, they are even happier. As for your second question, the answer is yes. Everyone wants to be a Hunter. A lifespan several times longer, survival capabilities and physical constitutions unimaginable to the Ocean Race, a highly respected social status... compared to these alluring factors, what is the risk of death? It’s a pity there is currently no drug that can turn someone into a Sea God, nor one that can stop the reproductive isolation between Sea Gods and other races. Otherwise, our storefront would have to be at least three times larger."
Fanli looked around, puzzled. "Why are there so many young people? Can't they wait until they’re near death to take the potion?"
"Miss, your thinking is sound, and we also wish we could treat the 'Styx Heart' as a gift to save dying elderly people. But unfortunately, the success rate is tied to physical constitution. The younger the body, the higher the success rate. Every customer must undergo a comprehensive physical exam before taking the 'Styx Heart' to get their approximate success rate. When old people see such a high mortality rate, they’re lucky if they aren't scared to death on the spot, let alone risk taking the drug."
"I heard that even if the promotion is successful, you’ll be controlled by the organization. Is that true?"
Actually, Fanli only asked this in passing; she wasn't particularly curious. After all, a person with no utility value wouldn't fear being controlled or used.
"You’re young, but you think things through. Let me answer that for you: our service to turn you into a Hunter can also include creating a new identity. You can choose not to take that identity, and you can choose not to be bound by the black market, starting a new life on your own."
"So those who work for Black Crocodile after taking the drug are all volunteers?"
"Exactly."
"Why..."
"People who want to become Hunters have ambition; otherwise, they wouldn't take this path and would be content as Ocean Race members. For example, an Ocean Race member from the slave market who has suffered discrimination and hates their identity chooses to promote to a Hunter to climb higher. But the native Hunters have their own circles. Why would they accept a mysterious peer with no background? Therefore, to consolidate their new status and resources, this new Hunter will still engage in 'trade' with the black market. With an organization as large as Black Crocodile to rely on, they couldn't ask for more. Why would they refuse to cooperate with us?"
The laws governing the underground world were cold, making Fanli wrap her clothes tighter. "People outside say the boss of the Black Crocodile Guild is a figure who has influence in both the legal and illegal worlds... who is this person?"
"They’re likely talking about our leader, Mr. Ada, the richest man in the underground city. The 'legal' side he cooperates with is one of the commercial giants of the Red Moon Sea. That’s as much as I can tell you." The manager paused. "The true master behind the scenes isn't someone easily mentioned, even in the underground city. Regardless, this person is closely related to the developer of the 'Styx Heart.' You should know who the developer is."
Fanli certainly didn't know, but she was too embarrassed to ask more. "I see. Thank you for telling me so much. Can I test my success rate first before deciding whether to take the drug?"
"Of course. Please follow me."
Fanli was taken to a place resembling a physical examination center. She queued for blood tests, urine tests, internal organ scans, and something like an X-ray. For the X-ray, she had to be submerged in water and return to her marine form, so the resulting image was also of her aquatic state. On the black gelatinous skeletal view, her upper body was like a human female’s, but from the chest down, there was only a spine and a complete tailbone. There was a separation in the middle of the tailbone that looked like cartilage tissue upon closer inspection.
She stole a glance at another Ocean Race member’s scan. His was different; from the end of the spine through the tail, it was a single, continuous bone lined with spines.
An hour later, the manager looked at the results handed over by the potion master and muttered, "Miss Fanli... this is strange. We can't identify your Order or Family; we only know you are an Osteichthyes of the Ocean Race. Furthermore, we can't find any information on the person you swapped souls with... That’s not right; you’ve clearly taken a forbidden soul potion."
"You can even find information on soul swaps?!"
"We couldn't before. If the police wanted to investigate, they had to rely on torture. It’s different now; one scan with an Arcane Meter and every forbidden drug you’ve taken is clear as day. Academician Sui’s contributions are quite startling, aren't they?" The manager looked at her suspiciously. "So... could it be you took some high-level potion? No, your spending level..."
*It’s more than a high-level potion; it’s the 'superman' potion created by that startling Academician Sui of yours!*
Fanli felt terrible. This meant that if the police ever gave her a test like this, they really would find out she had taken the potion.
She constantly told herself to stay calm. *Aren't I already looking for a solution? Take it slow, take it slow, everything will be fine...*
"Never mind the soul potion. You can't even identify my Order or Family. Your medical equipment must be faulty."
"Those top-tier doctors who once worked in Luoya’s hospitals for their dreams eventually chose our 40,000 Fu annual salary and abandoned those dreams. Perhaps dreams make one’s medical skills better, who knows?"
Fanli’s lip twitched. "Then how could you not find it?"
"I’m not sure. You could go to Luoya Hospital for a checkup. But Order and Family aren't that important; after all, we aren't a physical exam center." He pushed the report toward Fanli. "Knowing this information is enough: for your constitution, the success rate for the first dose is 92%, the second is 83%, and the third is 69%. Congratulations, your constitution is excellent. Your overall probability of success is over fifty percent."
"Fifty... percent? And you call that an excellent constitution?"
"Of course. If you had come a few years later, it might be lower than fifty."
"Why are there three doses?"
"Promoting one’s race is a difficult and lengthy process. If we changed you all at once, the pain alone would probably torture you to death." With that, the manager produced three potion bottles of varying sizes. He held up the largest one, containing a blue liquid. "Each dose has a different effect. The first dose is the least painful but has a longer period of discomfort. You will first gain some of the Hunter Race’s senses, but your appearance won't change."
Then, he held up the medium-sized bottle with red liquid. "The second dose is taken two months after the first. The pain and discomfort period are moderate. After this dose succeeds, your central nervous system will undergo about a 45% transformation, giving you the physical stamina, speed, and strength of a Hunter."
Finally, he held up a bottle no larger than a fingernail, containing a thick black liquid. "The third dose is taken one month after the second. The pain is the most intense, the duration the shortest, and the failure rate the highest. Once successful, everything from your appearance to your nerves, bones, lifespan, and arcane limit—your entire life system—will become 100% Hunter Race. What do you think? Our design is quite considerate of the customer’s feelings. It suppresses Hunter characteristics initially so the customer doesn't face criticism in their daily life."
"And if any of them fail, do you die?"
"Regardless of which one fails, the 'Styx Heart' contains organic components that backfire on the flesh, leaving behind only the calcium and phosphorus in the bones."
Fanli shuddered. "Since the first success rate is so high, why doesn't anyone just stop after the first step?"
"If you only transform halfway, you’ll develop various severe genetic disorders within six months. That might be more miserable than dying outright. Besides, what’s the point of having Hunter senses without a Hunter’s lifespan and strength? It also contradicts the laws of natural evolution. A creature with the longest teeth can't possibly be a herbivore, can it?"
Fanli finally realized this manager was essentially a salesman. She thought for a moment and said, "I’m sorry, I’m still a bit conflicted. Let me go back and think about it."
"No problem. Consider it carefully; don't make a hasty decision."
Fanli went back and agonized over it for a long time, feeling that the price of promotion was simply too high. Dying in an ocean from 2,271 years ago sounded miserable no matter how you looked at it.
*Forget it. I’ll go on the trip with Dangdang first.*
***
**Glossary**
Chinese | English | Notes/Explanation
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陨星海沟 | Meteor Trench | A deep-sea trench mentioned as a site of scientific achievement.
神仙族 | Angelfish Race | A race of merfolk based on the Pomacanthidae family.
丽鱼科 | Cichlidae | A family of fish; used here as a genetic lineage.
海篷子 | Sea Samphire | A type of succulent sea plant used as a snack.
鲑族 | Salmon Race | A race of merfolk based on salmon, described as conservative.
逆戟族 | Orca Race | A race of merfolk based on killer whales, described as powerful.
复活海 | Resurrection Sea | A travel destination for the Red Moon Festival.
西罗镇 | Siro Town | A rural-looking town that hides an underground black market.
黑鳄工会 | Black Crocodile Guild | A powerful underground organization dealing in illegal potions.
冥河之心 | Styx Heart | A three-stage potion used to transform an Ocean Race member into a Hunter Race member.
天照魔药经济学院 | Amaterasu Potion Economics Academy | A prestigious school for potion-related economics.
衔尾鳗鱼 | Ouroboros Eel | A badge or emblem representing a specific status or family.
硬骨鱼纲 | Osteichthyes | The taxonomic class of bony fish.
