The outer edges of the Bermuda Death Sea are filled with violent water elementals and all kinds of aquatic monsters. They can't be called aquatic folk, because these are unintelligent creatures—just as humans on land tame beasts, the aquatic folk also have their own water monsters. Of course, some water monsters are so powerful that even the aquatic folk don't want to provoke them.

Just as one might imagine, the interior of the Death Sea is littered with all sorts of corpses, skeletons, countless shattered ships, and wandering monsters... It's simply a hell for living things. It's hard to imagine that anything other than water monsters could survive in such a harsh environment, and from time to time, water elementals go berserk.

Although the aquatic folk are naturally attuned to water elements and have especially high defenses, everything is relative. The aquatic folk are also most afraid of being harmed by water elements—once injured, it's very hard to heal. This is why the aquatic folk fear the Bermuda Death Sea.

"Stop! Damn it, stop! Leave a leg before you go!"

The usually dead-silent Bermuda Death Sea suddenly showed a bit of life, but this bit of life was bizarre beyond imagination... How could one hear a human voice in a place like this?

Suddenly, a surge of water—an enormous octopus was desperately fleeing, its huge eyes full of grievance, glancing nervously behind from time to time. Chasing after it was a child who looked about eight or nine years old, wielding a battered knife and shouting incessantly.

"Claw, stop running! It's useless! You can run from the monk, but you can't run from the temple! The old man wants grilled octopus leg today, I can't help it!"

If any aquatic folk saw this scene, they'd definitely faint from fright. This giant octopus monster was a representative of the Oaken clan, one of the most troublesome water monsters. Not only was it powerful, but it also knew water magic—especially able to release large-scale paralyzing and concealing poisonous mist. It was one of the monsters that dominated the seabed; only the sea dragons could overpower them, not even the giant whales could.

Ahem, but the Oaken beast before them only knew how to run for its life, showing no intention of fighting back at all. Even so, the Oaken clan is famous for their speed—there aren't many races that can catch up to them.

But in this sea, anything alive is abnormal. The child with the battered machete, instead of speeding up, actually stopped, shaking his head helplessly and saying, "Sigh, so disobedient. Although your persistence is admirable, the old man is on the verge of losing his temper. I don't have time to play with you!"

Suddenly, he struck a pose and shot forward like a sword through water, instantly overtaking the Oaken water monster and blocking its path. The monster was clearly prepared for this; just as it was about to crash into the child, it obediently stopped, stretched out one tentacle, and covered its eyes with the remaining seven.

"Sigh, Claw, you're already ten years old, why are you still so timid? Besides, your tentacle will grow back in a day—we can't even eat that much!"

The head of one of the Oaken giant octopus's tentacles was as big as half the child. It took all his strength to cut off a piece... The process was truly unbearable for Claw.

The child, hugging an octopus leg as tall as himself, was finally happy. "Hehe, thanks, Claw! Next time I'll treat you to fish. Sigh, running away again—so timid."

With that, he slung the octopus leg over his back and swam toward an abandoned ship cabin.

When he got within five or six meters of the cabin, it was as if the water was blocked off, but the boy was already used to it. He landed directly on the ground and strolled inside with the octopus leg on his back.

"Hey, old man, I'm back! Let's have grilled octopus leg today."

"Julius Caesar, I've told you ten thousand times, mind your manners, manners!" The old man was none other than the human archmage Martin. Although another ten years had passed, aside from his silvery hair, the archmage hadn't changed much.

Those with power naturally have long lifespans.

"Sigh, yes, yes, stop nagging. Why should poor folks like us care about manners? That's for nobles. We can't even pass for commoners. Come on, barbecue, barbecue!"

As for the little prince before him, Martin was helpless. When he first woke up, he thought he was in hell—surrounded by all kinds of sea demons and water monsters. With his magic depleted, even at his peak he couldn't have defeated so many high-level water monsters, some of which were simply unthinkable to face. But strangely, these violent sea monsters, akin to land-based magical beasts, had no intention of attacking them. Martin also discovered that, aside from his depleted magic, his mental power had made tremendous progress—he had reached the level of a magus, something he had never dared to dream of before. There were only three magi on the entire continent, beings who surpassed the Magic Guild. To become a magus, one usually had to be over eighty, and that was with both talent and hard work.

He was only sixty, which was already a miracle. But compared to the little prince, his so-called miracle was nothing. The reason the sea monsters didn't attack them wasn't because they were kind-hearted. Whenever the prince disappeared, these violent creatures instantly turned into hellish demons. Over the past ten years, he had seen too many strong people die in this sea.