Yang Yi charged toward the siren on his left—the one whose body was still mostly intact.He had no weapon in hand; his broken bone club had vanished somewhere in the chaos.But this was land.There might be no other tools here—but there were plenty of rocks.Without hesitation, he grabbed a stone and rushed forward.Midway, a surge of power rippled through him—his base strength rose to 4 points, and with additional bonuses, it now reached 6 points in total!“Heh-heh!”The siren let out a guttural, threatening hiss, her scales bristling all over.She seemed clever—apparently realizing that the man before her was immune to her charm.So, she stopped wasting energy singing and instead prepared to tear him apart with claws and fangs.But what she didn’t know was—when stripped of magic, humans were still the undisputed rulers of the land.Even without firearms, that dominance was unshakable!Humans could wield tools, weapons, tactics—and would never give a beast the luxury of a fair fight.Yang Yi was no exception.Honor was a luxury he couldn’t afford.The moment they were close enough, he hurled the stone—Crack!It smashed straight into the siren’s face.With 6 points of strength—above the average threshold of 5—the impact was devastating.The siren staggered, her head splitting open and blood spilling out.Yang Yi seized the chance, lunged forward, and mounted her, grabbing another fist-sized rock.He slammed it again and again into her face, showing not a shred of pity or hesitation.This wasn’t some fair maiden—this was a flesh-eating beast wearing human skin.Any sane person would show no mercy, much less Yang Yi in his current berserk state.Once, twice, three times—Until finally, he felt something crack.The body beneath him went limp, no longer resisting.Only then did he stop.He wasn’t unscathed, though—dark bruises and welts crisscrossed his back from her tail strikes, and bloody claw marks lined his arms and sides.That tail’s power was terrifying—no wonder Suna had said that the siren's upper body strength was human-like, but her tail could strike like a whip.On land, humans still held the upper hand.But in the sea—the balance flipped entirely.After finishing off the creature, Yang Yi plucked a piece of her tissue and slipped it into his pocket, then ran toward the last remaining sea witch.That battle was still at a deadlock.Suna and the siren were rolling through mud and brine like tangled wrestlers, their bodies slick and filthy.The siren had lost an arm, but Suna was weak from exhaustion; neither could overpower the other.Yang Yi’s arrival broke the stalemate.Now two against one, he stomped down on the sea witch’s chest, drew his flintlock, and aimed for her head.“Don’t shoot! I need the body intact—especially the head!”Yang Yi remembered Suna’s earlier request and stopped.“How do you want me to handle it, then?” he asked.“I’ve observed her chest rising and falling,” Suna said. “That means she’s breathing with lungs. Try choking her instead.”She pinned the siren with her full weight and gestured for him to act.Yang Yi nodded and, without hesitation, clamped both hands around the creature’s throat.It didn’t take long before the siren’s struggles weakened.A few minutes later, her eyes rolled back—lifeless.To be sure, Yang Yi kept choking for five more minutes, until Suna tapped his shoulder to stop.And with that, all three sirens were dead.“I didn’t expect them to breathe through their mouths too,” Yang Yi remarked, catching his breath. “I thought they had gills.”At a glance, the siren looked like someone had forcibly stitched a human and a fish together.Suna reached behind the creature’s ears.“She does have gills,” she said. “Right here. But how they divide the work between lungs and gills… we’ll need a dissection to find out.”She kept running her hands over the corpse, her expression almost childlike, as if she’d just gotten her favorite toy.Yang Yi, on the other hand, wasn’t that curious.He only needed to know their weaknesses—not their anatomy.Opening his logbook, he checked the updated entry.[Name: Lesser Siren][Description]: A sea-dwelling demon that lures men with its song and beauty. Half-human, half-fish, usually found in groups.They delight in toying with their prey before slowly devouring it alive.This one is a low-grade specimen—limited intelligence, weak strength.“There are higher ones too…” Yang Yi muttered, uneasy.If he’d encountered a high-grade siren before going berserk, he’d probably have died lost in her charm.Even in a frenzy, he might not have stood a chance.What a terrifying species.He could only hope that next time, he’d have some resistance to their allure.Meanwhile, Suna had already started dissecting the corpses.The scene was bloody enough that Yang Yi looked away and checked the weather forecast instead.He had to find out what had happened in the past three days.〈Daily Forecast〉A storm is approaching—flee from the dark clouds above!Region: Sea of Origin (Storm Sector)Sunlight Duration: UnknownTemperature: 12–20°CWind Force: Level 8Yang Yi scrolled through previous reports.[A record-breaking storm is sweeping across the Sea of Origin. Escape quickly before the storm swallows everything.Warning: The Black Fog’s speed has increased to 15 knots—If you’re too slow, you will die!]Yang Yi frowned deeply.“I’ve wasted two days already. We have to move—now.”He scanned the surroundings for any sign of the Nightmare.Most of the island was already submerged—Only a narrow strip of land, less than a hundred meters wide, remained above the waves.The treetops of drowned forests poked from the sea, and the water must have been at least ten meters deep.To the left, he spotted the Nightmare’s silhouette.Thankfully, the wind hadn’t blown it away—perhaps because its sails were already in tatters.It was only a few hundred meters from the nearest bit of land—not quite a kilometer.But that was still a long, perilous distance—especially for someone °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° like Yang Yi.He wasn’t exactly a swimmer—he’d only taken lessons as a child.A few dozen meters? Sure.Hundreds? That was another matter entirely.The sea churned violently below; there could be undercurrents too.As he pondered, unsure what to do next—he saw Suna shove a piece of siren’s corpse into her own abdomen.“...What the hell?”Yang Yi blinked.Then he realized—beneath Suna’s clothes, her belly had a strange black pouch attached to it.“Is that… a spatial pouch?”He hadn’t expected her to have such a rare artifact.[Name: Witch’s Intimate Pouch][Type]: Treasure[Grade]: Fine[Description]: Can adhere to any part of the user’s body.Cannot be stolen, offers 1 cubic meter of storage, but cannot contain living things.A proper witch never leaves home without her pouch.Yang Yi’s eyes lit up.An idea formed instantly—and he turned toward Suna with a grin.

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