“Gurgle gurgle…”

The bubbling sound accompanied Saul throughout until his feet touched something hard and uneven.

Before Saul stood the source of the spiritual entity that had just pulled him down.

He still couldn’t see anything, only reaching forward to explore by touch.

Soon, he felt something soft and furry.

Even in the ice-cold seawater, he could sense the smoothness of the other party’s fur.

The other party nudged Saul’s palm with its head, and he immediately felt a pair of small ears.

“This texture really is a cat! I’ve been quite fated with cats lately.” Saul smiled, transmitting his mental power through his arm.

“Hello, are you the Water God?”

The other party’s spiritual body was very active, yet couldn’t transmit information.

“Even direct contact can’t enable mental power communication? Or do ancient water gods not know how to speak?”

But as long as they were intelligent races, even if languages didn’t match, they could directly exchange information through spiritual bodies.

Saul had previously suspected the seawater would block communication between them, which was why he waited until he sank to the cat’s side before trying to transmit information through physical contact.

But the other party was responding to him with body language.

This meant the Water God before him was probably being suppressed even more severely by the seawater!

He couldn’t even communicate through mental fluctuations.

“He can stir seawater but can’t speak—is it because he can’t perform more complex mental power operations? It seems things are different from what I thought before. This Water God… is living quite miserably.”

Having grown accustomed to petting the orange cat recently, Saul unconsciously patted the Water God’s cat head twice.

The small body beneath his palm immediately stiffened.

He was probably encountering someone who truly treated him like a cat for the first time.

“Perhaps when wrapped in seawater, the other party cannot communicate directly.”

Saul felt the seawater pressure and the chill enveloping his entire body. “I didn’t sense spatial teleportation power in Nathan’s dormitory earlier. So this isn’t a real seabed. It should be a mental world sealed outside the Water God’s spiritual body. Hmm, so to communicate effectively with the Water God, I must exchange with him more directly, without touching seawater.”

After thinking, Saul patted the Water God’s small head again.

“Water God, I’ll take you somewhere—a place without seawater. If you have something to tell me, don’t resist.”

The cat beneath his palm didn’t move randomly, seemingly agreeing to Saul’s proposal.

One second, they were still soaked at the seabed under tremendous water pressure.

The next second, one person and one cat fell from mid-air onto a massive circular stone platform.

The white cat, deprived of vision for countless years, immediately dilated its pupils until they nearly filled its entire eyeballs.

He incredulously touched the platform beneath his feet, then raised his head to survey the mysterious darkness around them and the twinkling stars within that darkness.

“What… is this place?” The white cat spoke with a human voice for the first time.

It was a very pleasant male voice, but the numbness and weariness in it couldn’t be ignored.

Like a centenarian with still-young vocal cords.

“This is my consciousness platform.” Saul temporarily escaped the high-pressure deep sea, exhaled, and sat cross-legged directly.

“I never imagined a third-rank wizard could have such a powerful and vast consciousness platform… No wonder you could temporarily pull me from that place.” The white cat honestly expressed his amazement.

Saul looked at the white cat across from him. “Thanks for the praise, though I never imagined ancient water gods looked like this.”

The white cat very humanly retracted its paws, looking at its own claws.

“This certainly isn’t my original appearance. I was previously from the Azure Scale Clan… though I suppose people of your era have never heard of the Azure Scale Clan.”

He lowered his paws again, sitting proudly.

“Enough about that. Since you’ve successfully established a communication channel with me, I’m willing to give you an opportunity to receive the Water God’s blessing.”

Water God: “Tell me, what do you want?”

Saul: “Tell me, what do you want?”

Water God: “…”

Both saying the same thing simultaneously left the Water God somewhat confused.

Saul rubbed his chin. “You wanted to pull me to the seabed before I drowned—didn’t you have something to tell me?”

Seeing the Water God didn’t immediately answer, Saul muttered again, “This is my first time meeting a god. Honestly, it’s quite different from what I imagined. I thought beings who dared call themselves gods in ancient times would at least reach fifth-rank wizard level. But looking at you, calling you third-rank would be generous.”

The white cat’s straight back curved slightly. “According to your current power classification system, I was once equivalent to a fifth-rank wizard. But back then, we called ourselves gods. As for now… you can see I’m sealed at the seabed.”

Saul nodded. This matched wizarding world legends—before wizards flourished, gods were merely equivalent to powerful wizards.

This Water God before him should have mastered water element control to near-perfection to be called a water god.

But “near” didn’t mean actual perfection. Otherwise, how could a water god be trapped at the bottom of a sea full of water?

Having roughly figured out the other party’s identity and condition, Saul decided to address business first.

“I’ll speak first then. Water God, I came to find you mainly to ask if you’ve drowned any third-rank wizards recently?”

“You came just to ask me this question?” the Water God asked incredulously.

He felt he might have been sealed too long and could no longer see through outside wizards’ thoughts.

So many people desperately sought him for good fortune, yet this person came just to ask about finding someone?

A person who had already drowned?

“This is just the first question, but I need to decide what to do next based on your answer.”

The white cat’s whiskers twitched, seemingly displeased with Saul’s straightforward attitude.

While saying “Third-rank… seems familiar,” he secretly glanced at the formations inscribed on the circular platform beneath his feet.

Saul observed every movement, sighing lightly, “Water God, please don’t harbor designs on my consciousness platform. I’d like to communicate normally with you.”

The Water God didn’t care that Saul saw his small movements, even asking back, “Oh? What is not normal?”

Despite various circumstances reducing him to third-rank strength now, with his fifth-rank consciousness, he didn’t believe Saul would be his match.

He’d been sealed at the seabed so long, and now unexpectedly entered a third-rank wizard’s consciousness space. If he could seize this consciousness space, couldn’t he use this wizard’s body to leave that godforsaken place that sealed him?

With freedom at stake, he had no choice but to wrong this small wizard before him.

Seeing the Water God’s cat-like expression, Saul knew the other party wouldn’t give up easily.

He didn’t want to summon the starry eyes. That would make him lose his sanity, becoming irritable and bloodthirsty—unsuitable for normal communication.

Fortunately, he now had another choice.

“If you really want to know.”

Semi-transparent threads suddenly emerged from Saul’s body.

More and more threads appeared, growing denser. They seemed about to completely cover Saul, transforming him into a tangled, twisted ball of threads without intersections.

But just then, Saul stopped changing and returned to his original appearance.

Because the Water God across from him now crouched on all fours with claws digging into the ground, back arched high, fur standing on end.

Just like a real white cat, missing only a terrified “meow.”

“Death Demon!!!”

Saul: “?”

(End of Chapter

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