During these 313 years, after the first wave of the market bailout was completed, Fanli once again devoted her time to her research. She transferred part of the Underground City’s operations to the Mo’er Group, expanding their potion research. Within 150 years, the Sheng Yejiana Mo’er Potion Company became the largest potion enterprise in the Light Sea.
With the joint efforts of the couple, the economy of Sheng Yejiana and the entire Light Sea gradually returned to the right track. Due to the economic upturn, the Mo’er Group expanded its business significantly, forging closer ties with the government, improving its corporate image, and reaping high profits. Previously, they were closely pursued by the second-ranked "Rift Shark Enterprise," but now the group's valuation had nearly doubled that of its closest competitor. Whenever others praised Mo’er Black Joe for his keen eye in choosing a wife, he would always say, "I was simply pursuing a goddess and happened to gain some extra rewards along the way."
Regrettably, this marriage also failed to reach the end.
When two people face hardships together, there are many topics to discuss. But once the difficulties were resolved and the goals achieved, Black Joe realized he had misjudged his wife.
From the very beginning, she had clearly stated her purpose for marrying him. Any ordinary man would have minded deeply, but he was no ordinary man.
First, he knew that marrying Fanli would only result in short-term losses. This woman was the perfect helpmate, capable of making his commercial empire soar once again. So, he thought that even for the sake of his career, this wife was worth marrying. Facts proved him right.
Second, Fanli had been married to Xitian for over a hundred years. Xitian had always kept mistresses outside, yet Fanli never uttered a word of complaint, nor did she ever have an ambiguous relationship with any other man. This showed she was a rational woman with strong self-control. Loyal and safe. Facts proved him right.
Third, and most importantly: in all of the Light Sea, there was only one such woman. "My wife is Sui"—any man, whether a descendant of the Ancestral Gods, a Sea God, a Predator, or a Marine, would find his resolve wavering at such a prospect. To achieve the pinnacle of one's career and then bring Sui home as a wife was the definition of a fulfilled life. Facts proved him right once more. For over three hundred years, he felt proud every single day. He hadn't been a vain man before, but after marrying Fanli, he brought her to various occasions to show her off countless times. News of "Mo’er Black Joe Publicly Flaunting His Wife" frequently dominated the headlines.
Finally, having lived for over four thousand years, he was very confident in his intelligence, emotional quotient, and patience. He felt that as long as he gave her enough security and care, she would eventually be moved and fall in love with him. On this point alone, he was dead wrong.
No matter how much tenderness he gave her, her feedback was always in the form of material benefits. And she truly had the ability to repay him in that way.
But that wasn't what he wanted. He already had enough money; he didn't want more.
However, when she said she could give him anything except love, she wasn't just talking. He was like her strategic partner; whenever they discussed cooperation, they could talk for hours with high spirits and "mutual affinity." But the moment he began to say "I love you" or "I miss you," her response was always a painful, awkward silence.
Sometimes he wished she would just act, or even lie to him. He had seen all walks of life and had passed the stage of wanting to see through people's hearts. He didn't care if someone's kindness toward him was heartfelt. But his wife happened to be a woman who couldn't act at all.
At first, he didn't mind, but as time passed, he would occasionally dine with friends and see them deeply in love with their wives, surrounded by children and grandchildren. He gradually began to envy them.
"Can you give me a child?"
"Didn't we agree at the beginning that we wouldn't have children?"
After a long time, he sighed. "My dear, perhaps you are still young, with much of your future waiting for you. But I am old. I'm sorry."
Fanli was stunned for a moment, but she quickly understood the meaning behind his words. "After this... will we still be friends?"
"Of course. Friends for a lifetime, family for a lifetime."
Afterward, despite his repeated insistence, Fanli did not take a single cent of his wealth. She only took the shares of the Mo’er Potion Company, her salary from the past ten years, and the two houses they had bought during the marriage.
After the divorce, the two did indeed maintain a good friendship, and they kept the divorce a secret for a long time before making it public. Subsequently, Mo’er Black Joe soon had a child. But for the rest of his life, he never married again.
Although there was no romantic love between her and Black Joe, to her, he had become family. The separation of family is sometimes more painful than the end of a romance. After Black Joe moved out, she remained alone in the empty mansion, unable to recover for several months, often waking up in tears.
Sometimes she wondered if she was being too selfish. Keeping this child in her womb while constantly rushing about, refusing to let him be born. If it weren't for this child, perhaps she would have agreed to Black Joe's request, and they wouldn't have ended up like this.
If only emotions could be controlled. She and Black Joe were clearly a pair well-suited for a long life together.
Not long after her divorce, although the news hadn't been released, Xitian found out and came to ask for a reconciliation.
Fanli guessed that Xitian's reason for wanting to reconcile wasn't just because he still loved her, but more importantly because the newly appointed Dictator had once been the municipal official of Erguo Linge.
The Starry Sea was Sushiya’s hometown. Since Sushiya’s regime was overthrown, it had been suppressed by the Gasi clan for a long time. The citizens of the Starry Sea had always been loyal to Sheng Yejiana and would deeply study its politics and culture. This Dictator’s speeches, which showcased a vision for the future of the Light Sea, ignited the same hope in the hearts of the people that they had felt during the slave liberation.
There is a thing called "morale," which has a great influence on the masses even in a highly civilized society; it cannot be controlled.
The Starry Sea government had pushed this politician into power after careful consideration, intending to fight the Gasi clan to the end—their eternal leader Sushiya was gone, but that was fine; they would inherit his ambitions and fight to reclaim the sovereignty of the Starry Sea.
Therefore, the Gasi clan was now a bit panicked and wanted to use other means to seize power from the new Dictator.
"Xitian, you can rest assured," Fanli replied with a smile. "Regardless of whether we reconcile, and regardless of who the new Dictator is, my political stance will not change. Your concerns are entirely non-existent."
"No, I didn't..." Xitian took a breath. "I just feel that we could actually try one more time."
"I'm sorry, I don't want to try. We are very incompatible, and you know that in your heart."
"At that time, I was angry because you were pregnant with Sushiya’s child. I know I was wrong; I shouldn't have been so harsh with you. Give me another chance."
Fanli knew that for Xitian, this was already a very sincere apology.
She was deeply moved, then rejected him.
After this divorce, Feng Jin was the first to come and keep Fanli company to relieve her boredom. Her thoughtful "bestie" Ye Jia, upon hearing the news, also actively invited Fanli out to relax.
Fanli originally felt that the divorce was no big deal, but causing so much trouble for her friends was truly bad. So, she invited a group of people, including Feng Jin and Ye Jia, for a grand meal. At this gathering, she also invited Randy Rose and three female colleagues from the Silver Supervision Department. They often dealt with clan members, but they still couldn't resist Ye Jia's charm; the three of them surrounded him all evening.
Fanli, on the other hand, spent a lot of time having heart-to-heart "sister talks" with Randy Rose and Feng Jin.
After Jerry lost the election, he transferred to the Ministry of Finance. His income and actual power plummeted, and Randy Rose decisively divorced him, keeping her persona intact. Feng Jin was still the same, holding the title of Executive Officer of the Winter Sea Embassy and living a leisurely, princess-like life. Thus, her conversations with Fanli were all about eating, drinking, playing, and various gossip, which made Fanli feel much more relaxed.
"Some people say the two of us are lesbians, did you know?" Feng Jin propped up her chin, speaking with extraordinary calm, but it nearly made Fanli spit out her water.
"Why?"
"Probably because you don't care about marriage and I've stayed single. If they find out you're divorced, they'll probably be even more certain of that guess."
"Let's not," Fanli laughed. "If I were to marry a wife like you, I really couldn't afford to keep you."
"I don't need you to keep me. If it's a political marriage, the husband's family must be rich, otherwise I won't marry. But if I marry Sui-yi, even if I were a beggar, I'd save every penny, unwilling to spend yours."
"That's my Feng Jin-jin for you. Fine, if they want to call us 'lalas,' let them. I accept it."
The men nearby heard this and cried out that it was such a waste, such a waste—two goddesses shouldn't consume their resources internally like that. Ye Jia rolled his eyes. "A tomboy and a bitch, a perfect match."
After the party, Ye Jia said he would take Fanli home. Fanli had called a driver to pick her up and originally wanted to send her bestie back, so she said to Ye Jia, "Just right, you have time, so take Feng Jin back. I'll take Little Lan."
"The two of us can take them back first, and then I'll take you back. It's no trouble."
"My private shuttle is waiting outside; no need for all that fuss. Just take Feng Jin, thanks."
"Really think you're a man now?" Ye Jia glanced at Feng Jin. "Fine, be careful on the road. I'll take her."
On the way back, Randy Rose smacked her lips. "It's a pity. Buke Ye Jia is good in every way, he just lacks ambition. After all these years, he's still just a university professor. But then again, he's Buke Balu’s favorite son. Maybe one day he'll come to his senses and go back to inherit the position of Buke Clan Head. That would be truly impressive; the man would be perfect."
"You, why are you still measuring a man's value by power? Is Ye Jia an ordinary university professor? He's a Professor of Arcanology at Sheng Yejiana University with dual doctorates. That book selling like crazy right now, *From Bacteria to Sea-kin: A Brief History of Marine Arcana*, was written by him. It's an interdisciplinary bible."
"I don't understand it."
"What, are you interested in him?" Fanli asked with interest.
"How could that be? I'm talking about you and him."
"What are you saying? Xiao Ye is a bestie."
"I thought so too."
The gathering ended successfully. Having fulfilled her social mission, she could continue to arrange other matters.
Fanli felt her time management skills were quite excellent.
But a few days after this gathering, Ye Jia called Fanli and said that Feng Jin wanted to go to a museum themed on the history of Light Sea slavery, and asked if she wanted to go along. Fanli was originally quite interested, but on second thought, something felt off. She tested him: "Feng Jin asked you to go?"
"I asked her to go."
"And she agreed?"
"Yeah."
"And then she asked me to go?"
"No, it was me. I thought you'd be interested in this too, so I'm asking if you want to come along."
"Just the three of us?"
"Mhm."
"Hahahaha, okay, I'll go."
So that was it. These two rivals had known each other for so many years and were finally starting to show some sparks. They were embarrassed to go on a private date, so they had to drag her along.
Fanli was very much one who understood the times. On the day of the appointment, halfway through the exhibition, she ran off on the pretext of work.
After that day, Ye Jia still frequently asked her out for meals, showing her meticulous care and concern. She understood; Ye Jia hoped she would put in a good word for him in front of Feng Jin. But she felt that in matters between two people, it wasn't good for a third person to interfere too much, so she didn't let him pay the bill, insisting on splitting it.
After passing the period of pain following the divorce, all of Fanli’s work had come to a temporary conclusion, and there was nothing particularly pressing for her to worry about. She planned to give birth to Sushiya’s child and focus on being a good mother, fulfilling a part of life that belonged only to her. But she had heard that after a child is born, one becomes so busy there is no time left for oneself. So, she began to travel everywhere, intending to have her fill of fun all at once before returning to Sheng Yejiana to continue the fetus's development. In the autumn of the year 320, she read a book about creatures of the Twilight Zone and developed a great interest in lanternfish, comb jellies, hatchetfish, and vampire squids. She took four attendants and passed through the Storm Well to visit the marine Twilight Zone.
During the descent, Fanli felt a constant sense of fear.
Even at a depth of less than five hundred meters, the intense water pressure made her heart race and her blood flow faster. It was hard to imagine what it would be like even deeper.
But after adjusting for a while and letting her body adapt to the pressure, everything became fun again. She saw many mesopelagic creatures and even encountered a thirteen-meter-long giant squid, which she found eye-opening. Moreover, aside from seeing marine snow from inside a vessel before, this was the first time she had seen large amounts of marine snow falling in open water.
The Temple of Memories that Sushiya had built was perched on a cliff. Half of the building had been destroyed during its descent, and a section protruded over the edge of the cliff, looking like a giant, decaying shipwreck.
Out of curiosity, Fanli told her four guards to stay outside while she swam in alone.
The moment she stepped through the door and saw the ruins of the familiar ancient glass architecture, time seemed to reverse many, many years.
The floor was smooth and bright as a mirror, the Arcane lanterns long extinguished. In the center of the temple stood a stone sculpture: it was a girl with flowing, waterfall-like long hair, holding her skirt, her eyes curved in a smile as she looked back. Faint light filtered through the stained glass, casting mottled spots of light upon the girl.
Fanli swam over and stroked her face twice—it was a sculpture of her own land-dwelling form.
Sushiya had said long ago that he would bring her to see the Temple of Memories once it was finished, as a wedding gift. But from the start of its construction to its sinking into the deep sea, this was her first time entering the interior of the temple.
The seawater was like the feathers of time, slowly penetrating the pores of her skin, soaking into her memories and soul.
She suddenly remembered that in eight years, she would be seven hundred years old. Even for a Predator, this was not a small number.
Fortunately, on her four-hundredth, five-hundredth, and six-hundredth birthdays, her physiological discomfort had been weakening. And four hundred and forty-two years had passed since the last time she saw Sushiya.
Most of her life no longer included him.
Yet, even now, when she thought of Sushiya, the feeling of being in love with him was still familiar, as if it were yesterday. To leave all the passion of a lifetime to one person—madly, childishly, flamboyantly, unreservedly, and recklessly—that had only happened once.
Sweet yet painful. Ecstatic yet sorrowful. Crazed yet timid. Longing yet despairing.
Fortunately, it was all in the past...
*My God, where are you?*
*I am suffering the sweet pain, the bitterness of memory.*
*Wandering, the world is but sea and stars;*
*Lingering, leaving only dreams and shadows.*
*My God, where are you?*
*When the sperm whale sinks, the snow dances lightly.*
*The schools of fish are pale, sparse whiskers,*
*In an instant, disturbing the bloodless twilight.*
*My God, as the years grow old, in the endless city,*
*Does a Balrog beauty dance for you with rainbow dreams?*
*Time is a phosphorescent fire, destined to wash away all sins.*
*Yet no one tells me how to endure the nights of longing.*
*My God, loving you was beautiful.*
*But if it had never been, without memories like sorrowful snow,*
*I would rather never have had such a dream,*
*A dream where your snow-white hair flutters in the deep sea.*
The Storm Well was the Twilight Zone, the boundary between the Light Sea and the Abyss. Here, one could encounter anyone. But suddenly, she instinctively felt an overwhelming Fel power. She didn't know where this person was, but since he wasn't within her field of vision yet she felt a suffocating sense of pressure, it was enough to speak to his power.
After the water rippled, Fanli quickly hid behind a collapsed pillar, using Arcana to conceal her breath and presence, yet she still didn't dare to breathe.
As the powerful pressure drew closer, she prepared herself for battle, only to hear a man's voice:
"I know you are here. Stop hiding."
In that instant, all the waves around the Storm Well seemed to stop for two seconds. The marine snow drifting down from the Light Sea was like a slow-motion shot in a movie; every grain, every flake was so clear that its trajectory could be seen. Before she could recover from her shock, the man spoke again with a hint of a smile: "Afraid to see me? Hmm?"
How could it be...
But it was him.
It was Sushiya.
After four hundred and forty-two years, she heard his voice again.
He was still alive; he was still healthily alive.
Tears surged straight up from her chest, welling in her eyes. She quickly covered her eyes with both palms, but she still couldn't control herself, weeping uncontrollably behind the pillar.
"Is facing me so difficult? I'm not some tsunami beast."
Sushiya’s tone was relaxed and lazy, no different from when he first embraced her in Luoya. But she couldn't listen to him speak. No matter what he said, it could break down all the defenses in her heart.
"High Priestess Sui is an emotionally stable, ambitious, and strong woman. She is truly impressive," someone had once said with a face full of admiration. "If it were me, I might have collapsed after two divorces. I think for someone with such a rich spiritual world like her, love is just a seasoning of life."
Hearing such an evaluation, Fanli’s first reaction was "it's already three divorces" and "love isn't even a seasoning," and then she felt a bit smug about how tough she was, how little she cared about the love that countless women held as a treasure.
But at this moment, she realized she had been incredibly self-righteous.
She thought she was free and easy, thought that after all these years she could be fine alone. But now, just hearing Sushiya’s voice, her entire spiritual world collapsed. She didn't want him to see her in such a state; she wanted to face him again with a smile, so she kept her arms wrapped around herself, desperately trying to control her tears behind the pillar. But the more she tried to control them, the more they flowed; her overwhelming longing for Sushiya had consumed all reason.
It was true; he was right behind her, so close. He was still alive and well. He could breathe, he could speak, and like her, he had safely passed four hundred and forty-two years.
She so badly wanted to embrace him, to tell him:
*Sushiya... are you okay?*
*I have realized the dreams of many, but I have also lost the person I love most.*
*Now that I have completed most of my mission, if you can forgive me and still have a little bit of feeling for me, I am willing to give up everything and go to the Abyss with you to start over. Even if there is no food or sunlight there, it is better than a Light Sea without you. I don't want anything anymore; I only want you.*
"Really going to ignore me?" Sushiya’s voice was very gentle.
Fanli gathered her courage and was about to step out, but just then, a woman's aggrieved voice rang out: "I don't want to hide either, but Sister Nini likes you. We agreed never to share a man. I can't do something that would make her sad."
Fanli froze.
"Then do you like me?" Sushiya became even gentler.
"I do," the woman answered instantly, her voice raspy and already carrying a hint of a sob. "I have liked Your Majesty for many years, truly, truly liked you. As long as I can be with you, even for a day—no, an hour—I would be satisfied..."
Your Majesty? Fanli was confused.
"Then forget about everyone else and choose me. Look, I've chased you all the way from Baman Boya to here; isn't that sincere enough?"
"I am overwhelmed by the favor," the woman said tremulously.
"You bad girl, you really know how to play hard to get." Next, Sushiya’s voice became much softer, seemingly very close to her. "Actually, you knew I would chase you, didn't you? You even specifically put on your favorite dress; you're seducing me..."
"Your Majesty, don't..."
"Really don't? Then I'm leaving."
"No, that's not..."
"Babe, wait for me." At this point, Sushiya’s voice suddenly became much more serious. "You Light Sea-kin hiding behind the pillar, have you eavesdropped enough?"
Fanli gasped, covering her mouth with her palm.
"Did you think that by using high-level Arcana, I wouldn't be able to discover you? Come out."
Her heartbeat almost shattered her chest. She curled up in the corner between the pillar and the wall, wishing she could punch through the wall to escape. But soon, a shadow flashed in the water, blocking the already faint light.
A tall man appeared before her. He was dressed simply yet magnificently: a black, open-chested toga, an armband engraved with a Crimson Moon emblem, and a pair of platinum earrings. As always, he appeared in his land-dwelling form. Because he was dressed in black, his layered, medium-length hair appeared exceptionally snow-white. He habitually tucked one side of his hair behind his ear, revealing his sharp, beautiful facial contours and cold, piercing golden pupils.
Detecting the presence of a Light Sea-kin, his sharp instincts told him to simply kill them, so his pupils were originally slit-like. But just as he raised his hand and met Fanli’s eyes, he suddenly seemed startled, and his pupils snapped wide.
The Sea God-kin curled in the corner, clutching her arms, was actually Fanli.
Fanli was already slender, and curled up like this, her hair covered most of her upper body. Tears rolled in her deep blue eyes, and even within the Arcane protective barrier, it was filled with her yet-to-dissipate tears.
The moment their eyes met, Fanli’s hand, which had been clutched to her chest, reached up tremblingly to cover her nose and mouth, and several more silver-white tears clung to her eyelashes.
Sushiya slowly lowered his hand, the shock in his eyes gradually turning into coldness.
"Your Majesty Sushiya, what's wrong..." The woman he had been flirting with swam over.
The woman's long curly hair was as dark as the night, just like her high-waisted, low-cut top, which made the skin of her neck and slender waist appear exceptionally white. Two messy strands of hair curled slightly at her cheeks, her cherry-red mouth was a deep crimson, and she had pointed ears and red pupils. Her tail was deep red, glowing with a thick Fel light.
This was a pure-blooded Flame Demon woman.
The Flame Demon race were descendants of the Crimson Flame, born with powerful Fel talents, great strength, and high aggression. They were the strongest among the Abyssal races, much like the Sea God-kin in the Light Sea.
"Th-this is..." The Flame Demon woman covered her mouth in surprise, her fingernails long. "The High Priestess of the Light Sea?"
If it weren't for the fact that Sui’s exposure in the Abyssal Empire was so high, she wouldn't have believed that this disheveled, fragile girl, like a small animal, was Sui.
"I was wondering who it was; so it's Academician Sui." Sushiya’s smile was colder than the seawater here. "It's been over four hundred years. Knowing you're still alive and well, I can rest easy."
"Sushiya..."
The same words, spoken from Fanli’s mouth, had a markedly different tone. She covered her mouth with both hands, her fingers trembling slightly, and the goosebumps on both her arms stood up.
"Of course I'm still alive. And I have a reason to work harder at living than before." Sushiya smiled coldly.
"Good, it's good that you're alive." Fanli lowered her hands, stood a bit straighter, and forced a smile, though the tears in her eyes never stopped. "...It's truly good that you're alive."
"You want me to be alive? Weren't you dying to kill me back then?"
"That was just a political stance. I owe you."
"Political stance?" Sushiya actually laughed at this. "Driving me down to the Abyss was a political stance; marrying Xitian to consolidate power was also a political stance; and later, becoming Mrs. Mo’er to save the Light Sea economy was still a political stance. You truly are the Light Sea’s number one female politician—for the country and the people, a great love without self."
It wasn't that she didn't hear the mockery in his words, but Fanli still said good-naturedly, "I suppose you could understand it that way."
"So, the High Priestess’s three marriages were all for political alliances? A true heroine among women." The Flame Demon woman marveled.
"Forget it, I don't care about her affairs. Babe, let's go."
Sushiya put an arm around the Flame Demon woman's shoulder and swam toward the exit. Fanli didn't follow, but simply said softly, "Thank you."
"Don't thank me." Sushiya stopped with his back to her, but he didn't turn around. "I don't know what you want to thank me for, and I don't need your gratitude."
"Then, 'I'm sorry'." Fanli formally bowed ninety degrees, performing a left-hand salute toward him. "In terms of considering the stance of the entire Light Sea, I don't feel I did anything wrong. But I did indeed do something I'm sorry for to you. Now, my mission in the Light Sea is mostly complete; it's time to take responsibility for what I did wrong back then. So, I am willing to compensate you. No matter what personal price I have to pay, even if you kill me right now, I am willing."
At this moment, Fanli’s four attendants heard the commotion in the temple and rushed in from outside: "Lady Sui, do you need..." Seeing Sushiya and the Flame Demon woman, they were all stunned into silence.
"I won't kill you." Sushiya completely ignored their presence and said softly, "Do you know why?"
Fanli shook her head.
He turned around and flashed before her in an instant.
"You know, I once thought this—" He looked down at her, his thumb stroking her lower lip, yet his golden eyes remained devoid of warmth. "I wanted to take back everything I lost. I wanted you to voluntarily kneel before me in front of everyone—in your land-dwelling form, using this mouth, taking me in, crying while apologizing to me, begging me to take you as a slave in exchange for your status in the Light Sea."
Fanli’s eyes widened in shock.
"But rest assured, those were past thoughts." Sushiya smiled. "Now I have no interest in making you do that. I don't hate you anymore; it doesn't matter."
"Mhm." Fanli pursed her lips and nodded.
She understood. The opposite of "love" isn't "hate," but indifference.
Without hate, there is no love.
"Alright, I'm leaving." Sushiya looked at the attendants beside her. "You surely don't want them telling everyone what I just said. I'll do you this favor."
With that, Sushiya made a snapping motion with his fingers. The heads of the four Sea-kin attendants beside Fanli instantly spun 360 degrees, and blood gushed out, staining the seawater red. Fanli slammed her hand over her mouth, nearly suffocating from the shock of the bloody scent.
She immediately used Arcana to create a defensive barrier. But by the time the blood dispersed, Sushiya was long gone.
Sushiya led the Flame Demon woman to a rock wall several kilometers away.
The pain in his heart made Sushiya’s breathing uneven. He opened his mouth slightly, taking several labored and suppressed breaths, slowly expelling the seawater from his body. After living in the deep sea below seven thousand meters for so many years, he felt for the first time the "suffocating Abyssal water pressure" that the Light Sea-kin spoke of. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, leaning against the rock wall. His vision was a mess, his five senses had become ten million times slower. He propped himself against a pillar with one hand and shook his head.
"Your Majesty Sushiya, are you alright?" the Flame Demon woman asked nervously.
It shouldn't be; this was the Twilight Zone, where Arcane and Fel energies were in a neutralized state. Even she, a Flame Demon, didn't have any abnormal reaction. His Majesty shouldn't be feeling unwell. Yet, he looked as if he were in great pain—and it was mental.
"I'm fine. Let's go, back to Baman Boya." Sushiya quickly returned to his usual self.
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| Chinese | English | Notes/Explanation |
| :--- | :--- | :--- |
| 莫尔魔药公司 | Mo’er Potion Company | The pharmaceutical company owned by Black Joe's group. |
| 裂口鲨企业 | Rift Shark Enterprise | A rival business entity in the Light Sea. |
| 银监部 | Silver Supervision Department | Likely a financial or banking regulatory body. |
| 《从细菌到海族：海洋奥术简史》 | *From Bacteria to Sea-kin: A Brief History of Marine Arcana* | A book written by Ye Jia. |
| 弱光层 | Mesopelagic Zone / Twilight Zone | The layer of the ocean where little light penetrates. |
| 风暴之井 | Storm Well | A specific location/passage leading to deeper waters. |
| 大王乌贼 | Giant Squid | *Architeuthis dux*. |
| 回忆神殿 | Temple of Memories | A structure built by Sushiya for Fanli. |
| 炎魔族 | Flame Demon / Balrog | A powerful race from the Abyss, descendants of the Crimson Flame. |
| 邪能 | Fel / Fel power | A type of dark, chaotic energy associated with the Abyss. |
| 巴曼薄亚 | Baman Boya | A location or city within the Abyssal Empire. |
| 赤月徽章 | Crimson Moon Emblem | A symbol associated with Sushiya or the Abyss. |
| 托加 | Toga | A type of garment. |
