Paccar slumped limply on the soft mattress, and the bright light above his head shone on his face, making him look extremely pale. He slowly raised his hand to cover the glare of the light, and in the shadows cast by his palm, he saw the distorted face, like a beast that screamed helplessly in the darkness, its outstretched fangs and sharp teeth were intimidating.

He knew what the monster was in Jiqi's mouth, and he knew what was hidden under his calm face. When he picked up the reagent, he was already destined to have today's situation, like a moth in the guise of a butterfly appearing in the sun, and the warm fire burned him out little by little. Yes, just a little bit to burn him. That tube of reagent gave him the talent he had always dreamed of, and it made him a commander, but it also cost him dearly. Every once in a while, he had to take drugs for sedation and inject a large amount of tranquilizers, only then could the violent factors surging in his body be completely suppressed, so that the cruelty of the deep sea could not be revealed in him, and only then could he live an ordinary life. This is the consequence of making a deal with the devil, and an ordinary person with no talent will have to pay a heavy price if he wants to steal the power of the altar.

But Paccar never regretted it all, and if he was given another chance to choose, he would still walk through the door without hesitation, sign his name on the contract without hesitation, and drink the tube without hesitation. Because that would at least make him understand what he was living for, and that was to avenge himself!

Everyone has a different understanding of life, and in Paccar's eyes, life has long since become indifferent with the departure of the priest, like something that can be used for exchange, with a clear price, and the potion that can be called evolution is worth this price, worth his life. If he is destined to die, then let him die on the way forward, because he has no chance and no power to retreat.

He sighed deeply and picked up the photo album next to the bedside, and under the thin glass was a photo of a young man and a cute little girl, wearing a lace-trimmed white dress, with a happy smile on her small face. It was a destroyer named O'Bannon, the only ship lady Paka had taken in since he became Admiral. Every time she saw herself coming back, she would carry the potatoes around her skirt and ask if she wanted to eat some potatoes. Although it looked a little silly, Paccar never felt it, and he always rubbed the girl's little head vigorously and asked her if she wanted to eat braised potatoes at night. Because he knew that was the only thing O'Bannon had, and as a destroyer with almost negligible combat ability, the only thing he could have was her ship's suit called a bag of potatoes.

Paca looked at the album and smiled silently, and he reached out and swiped his hand over the girl's little face in the photo, a happy expression on his face.

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A room in the corner on the second floor

Jiqi was lying on the bed, the bright light above his head made him a little dazed, and the voice of Paca as he left kept echoing in his head, like an audio that kept playing, filling his entire brain.

"You are born with the gift of admiral, and of course you can stand in front of me with a high-sounding voice, and use morality to accuse and even condemn me. But don't forget, I'm a poor bastard with nothing, who wants to be a commander but has no talent, just like a man who is about to fall into the abyss on the edge of a cliff sees a straw, and your first thought is to reach out and grab it, whether it's a man-eating flower or a man-eating vine, all you can do is desperately hold on to the only bit of light! ”

"There is nothing wrong with me and you, you are a butterfly that can fly freely in the sun, and I am just a moth in the dark, I can only look at you with envy, look at the warm light, but dare not appear in the sun. For that is the light that is warm to you, and to me, the fire that is enough to scorch me. ”

He closed his eyes, and Paka's distorted face appeared in front of him, like a lonely and fierce beast. Perhaps, as he said, he is not qualified to make irresponsible comments about his choice, because he made his choice and got everything he wanted. Just like myself in the slums, I wore shabby clothes every day, curled up in the corner and watched the flow of people, and I would think how much if I could be born into a rich family, have a maid dress me every morning when I get up, walk to the restaurant and have a hot breakfast, go out on horseback or in a car, and buy whatever I want in the mall. He longed for a life of food and clothing, and if someone appeared to him and told him that I could grant your wish, the congregation would not hesitate to reach out and sign a contract with the demon, even if the length of his life would be cut in half, because half a life of wealth is far more tempting than a lifetime of poverty.

Thinking of this, Jiqi realized that he was just like Paca at that time, a poor worm who longed for light, but he was lucky enough to get the opportunity to turn into a butterfly, and Paccar could only drag the moth's body and wait in the dark.

Ji Qi sighed lightly, raised his eyes slightly and looked out the window, it was pitch black outside at the moment, and the silver crescent moon hung high in the starry sky. Sailing across the moonlit sea, this huge luxury cruise ship burns expensive diesel fuel in its hidden mechanisms, and uses a barely audible but powerful engine to take him and his shipwives to the new town guard's mansion. There, he can enjoy a privilege that he has never enjoyed before, he can eat barbecued meat on a delicate plate, he can use the gilded bathroom everywhere, or he can sleep in the same room with beautiful girls and their graceful and charming curves. These are things that he could not have imagined when he was in the slums, and now he can easily get them at his fingertips, as if they were all the most ordinary.

Perhaps this is the desire that people crave in their hearts, and it is also the driving force for human beings to keep moving forward. It's just that some people seem to be illegitimate children of God, who can simply fly from the abyss to heaven and gain the wings of angels in the singing of the choir, while some unlucky people can only fall from hell to deeper hell, growing hideous bone wings in the burning ghost fire. Both are so-called angels, except that one is called holy and the other is called depraved.

Just like Paccar said, he was born with the talent of a commander, of course, he can stand on the moral high ground in a high-sounding manner to blame those latecomers who have paid the price to climb the altar, but what is the difference between himself and them, it's just that he was favored when he was born, and he can bear less pain, and they are all monsters with deep sea blood, and there is no difference in nature.

This should be the providence mentioned in the story, when I graduated from the academy, I thought that there was a ship girl with a town guard's house, and she went to sea and fought in the deep sea every day, and at the end of the month, she took the report to the government to ask for a subsidy, so she spent her life in a dull way. Of course, it is possible that you are not so lucky, you may be killed by the deep sea that counterattacks halfway, and you may die as soon as you take office. But there is nothing wrong with this, after all, there are risks in doing anything, even if you hide at home and think you are keeping all the dangers out, but when you pick up a cup and drink water, you may choke to death by this soft liquid, and being a commander is just a little more risky of death. But how do you feel when you do something very risky and think it will bring hope for the future of humanity, and suddenly someone tells you that everything you are doing is in vain?

Just like now Jiqi knows that Admiral is a descendant of the deep sea from a genetic point of view, thinking that those talents are brought by the blood of the deep sea, his heart becomes blank in an instant, and his head is clouded. This is the ending that he never thought of, like a historical drama with an absurd and bizarre performance at the end, which is surprising and impossible for everyone, and the same is true for Jiqi.

But so what? Is it crying and shouting and running to the deep sea to tell them that I want to come back to confess my relatives? Or do you pretend that you don't know anything and continue to fight these monsters that are related to you? The words of the former will only be torn to shreds by those emotionless Deadpools, and the only option is the latter - to keep fighting. According to biological theory, this is a competition between two species, and it is the kind of competition that will not die unless one is extinct, and what you can do as a human being is to protect which cute girls in this war with no end in sight.

Or many years from now, humanity will win at a terrible price, and you will have the opportunity to sail your own sailboat on the sea and sail the world with beautiful ship girls, but that is definitely not a picture that can be imagined now. The only thing to do now is to have absolute power, the power to protect the girls, at least when facing the deep sea again, it will not be full of powerlessness and despair as in the past.

Thinking of this, Jiqi suddenly felt some sympathy for the young man who was always straight-headed and his head bowed, and his long black forehead hair covered his dull eyes, making people not see his loneliness.

Perhaps he was as eager for power as he is now, so he walked into that office without hesitation and drank the tube of blood like poison. Because he knows that he must not be like a weak person who can do nothing, struggling and squirming at the bottom of the world, he must climb the pyramid and tell the deep sea with the long knife in his hand that I, the Avenger, are back again.

What doesn't kill you will make you stronger! With this conviction, the calm looking but with the roaring beast in his eyes appeared in the night of the storm, at the priest's funeral, and from that moment on, he knew exactly what he was going to do, like a stubborn rock rolling down from a high mountain, no one could stop him from moving forward, whether it was reality or the deep sea, each of them could only tremble in the light of his burning life.