TYMIMA Chapter 91

Posted by April Fox, ? Views, Released on December 25, 2025

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High Tower Guild members went via the balcony to send Chen Shun’an and the two spies back to the staff interior cabins.

This process inevitably involved being caught on surveillance, but there was no need to worry, because when the Tasman guard captain inspected Lance and Wu Peng’s room, Adrian looked at him intently and then possessed his body.

Then, High Tower Guild and Ghost Eye Guild smoothly passed the inspection.

Next, Adrian entered the control room and began modifying surveillance footage of everywhere the two guilds had been.

Lance propped his chin and looked at Adrian’s motionless body in the room, asking Wu Peng: “After the director uses 【Soul Exchange】, doesn’t his main body have no protection?”

Wu Peng sat on the bedside with his hands on his legs: “Oh, so generally when the director uses it, he ensures his main body is within his visual range or protected by reliable people.”

Lance pretended to be regretful: “It would be great if it could be used at long distance.”

Wu Peng: “It can’t be too far. Once it exceeds a certain range, the soul will be forcibly pulled back—the director discovered this by accident.”

Lance looked thoughtful: “Oh?”

Wu Peng: “You might not know, but the director actually has a bastard younger brother.”

Lance: “……” Guess whether I know or not.

Wu Peng said indignantly: “I accidentally overheard the director talking to the president about this. The director was expelled from his family all because of his brother’s birth mother, but the director chose to hide it and didn’t expose that woman, because he knew his brother needed a mother.”

Lance raised an eyebrow slightly.

He hadn’t expected there was this hidden story.

“But what about that heartless brother of his? After gaining freedom, he actually traveled thousands of miles to Desert City to assassinate him. The director is S-level after all, and has trained for so many more years, so he’s definitely stronger than his brother. When his brother couldn’t kill him, he kidnapped one of our Ghost Eye employees as a hostage.”

“The director had no choice but to use 【Soul Exchange】, possessing the employee’s body to fight his brother. Who would have thought his brother would use a feint—using his ability to instantly teleport the director’s body to the Siberian forest, forcing the director’s soul to be pulled away with his body.”

Lance: “…………”

Wu Peng clenched his fists: “That bastard laughed at the sky, saying the director would need ten days to half a month to walk out of the forest, and when the director got out, he’d send our director to the polar glaciers. We were all terrified, but guess what—”

Lance said with interest: “Mm?”

Wu Peng said proudly: “Hey, bet you couldn’t guess—our director is super smart. He knew any heaven-defying ability has fatal flaws, then he discovered the mud spots that bastard had thrown on his shadow, and mud spots on a nearby tree’s shadow. He picked up the two clumps of mud, pinched and kneaded and blew and squeezed them, washed them with mountain spring water, let little bugs crawl on them, and before long, that bastard brought our director back with red eyes.”

Lance: “……………………”

Wu Peng sighed: “Our director is cold on the outside but soft-hearted—he didn’t make things difficult for him either, returned all the mud spots to him, and he left cursing.”

Lance curved his lips meaningfully: “So that’s how it was.”

How did it become, in Mad Clown’s version, Adrian being beaten by him until he knelt begging for mercy, and just as he was about to deliver the killing blow, Ghost Eye Guild used human wave tactics to surround him, but he fought more courageously, successfully escaped from the enemy formation, and left behind that deafening classic line—

“I’ll be back!”

Wu Peng: “Exactly. By the way, that brother of his works at High Tower Guild. If you encounter him in the future, you’d better stay far away—that person seems crazy.”

Lance smiled deeply: “Good, thanks for letting me know.”

The tense and long day passed. Adrian switched back to his own body and returned to the room.

The guard captain he had possessed naturally investigated nothing, and the cruise ship’s entertainment facilities and network had been interrupted for over eighteen hours.

Tourist complaints gradually boiled over. Everyone no longer listened to the Tasman guard’s demands and spontaneously left their rooms to protest. More and more people came out, quickly filling the hall and blocking the guards so they couldn’t move an inch.

“Captain, we can’t keep them locked up anymore. These people are all wealthy from various countries with complex backgrounds.”

The guard captain vigorously rubbed his temples, his brow furrowing into two deep lines: “Did I really check every room yesterday?”

“Really, Captain. We accompanied you to check room by room.”

Guard captain: “Did we question every tourist who visited the casino?”

“Yes.”

Guard captain: “Any gains?”

“No one admitted it, but it’s definitely a high-level Awakened one. Honestly, this case is hard to investigate—too many abilities aren’t registered in the ability database.”

The guard captain was puzzled: “Why don’t I have any memory of it at all?”

“You must be too tired. From when Minister Gudeshao had his incident until now, you haven’t rested for a long time.”

The guard captain said loudly: “What else can I do? Minister Gudeshao is dead—should I still maintain eight hours of healthy sleep?”

“Captain, how about… we just have the brother who shot and the croupier confess, say they were bribed. They won’t live anyway, and we’ll take care of their families.”

The guard captain raised his weary eyes and stared at him: “Do you think Prince Selarl is as stupid as you?”

Selarl was naturally not stupid.

When he received news of Gudeshao’s death, he knew the perpetrators were definitely top guilds.

Because Gudeshao had expressed unwillingness to cooperate with top guilds, these always arrogant guilds felt they’d been played.

Killing Gudeshao was just their retaliation.

Selarl clenched his five fingers hard, crushing a piece of staghorn coral, and sneered: “No wonder the Federation government is wary of these people. The seven top guilds really shouldn’t exist.”

The anglerfish prostrated at his feet, fawning: “Your Highness, should we give them a lesson?”

Selarl’s gaze was cold and dark. After a long silence, he said in a deep voice: “Now is not the time.”

He hadn’t completely controlled the Tasman Pirate Nation yet, and there were too many unfathomable masters among the seven top guilds. Everything had to wait for the divine miracle to descend. When that time came, the miracle would naturally punish those who opposed the elders and reward these believers.

The anglerfish heard the meaning in Selarl’s words—he didn’t want to completely offend the major top guilds right now.

The anglerfish smiled obsequiously: “Yes, yes, yes, you’re still the most thoughtful. It’s just that the bidding is imminent, and we still need to send an envoy. If they’re dissatisfied again, then……”

Selarl took a deep breath and ordered: “Send Li Bang. Tell him to push the price to the lowest and make those top guilds withdraw voluntarily.”

The anglerfish hesitated: “But red parrot crystal ore is expensive to produce. Low prices might……”

It didn’t matter if they couldn’t buy high quality, but they were afraid of buying fakes. Using fakes at the king’s wedding would lose face for all of Tasman.

Selarl stared at him coldly: “Afraid of what?”

The anglerfish’s mind turned, and he quickly said: “I’m just afraid the king won’t accept it. The king has always been proud and spends money like water. If he learns that you lowered the wedding costs to save national expenses, I’m afraid he’ll develop a grudge against you.”

After hearing this, Selarl indeed moved his venomous, cold gaze away from him.

The anglerfish quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Selarl thought of Sandro’s beautiful, proud face, thought of those double pupils that always looked down on everything, and his heart surged again with the impulse to possess and humiliate.

Such an arrogant person, forever high above, receiving everyone’s support and reverence like a deity.

So his eyes contained no weak, mediocre dust at all.

So he could easily expel his parents from Tasman for minor mistakes, forcing them to make a living by robbery in Passion County, making him live a life of danger and fear from childhood.

After awakening as an S-level orca form, he had originally planned to make Sandro’s life worse than death, to console his bitter childhood.

However, when he saw Sandro’s face, he changed his mind.

He wanted to possess this person, wanted to leave a permanent mark on this person’s neck, wanted to knot inside this person’s body. He wanted this noble soul to forever submit beneath a criminal of humble birth.

Then, he would personally tell him how filthy he was, and how joyfully he had defiled his body.

Now with the wedding approaching, his goal was about to be achieved. At the engagement ceremony, he would permanently mark Sandro. Just thinking about this made him unable to contain his excitement.

“When the rice is cooked, the king’s status will change, and naturally he’ll understand the bigger picture.” Selarl was full of anticipation.

The anglerfish didn’t dare contradict him, repeatedly agreeing: “You’re right. In the future, Tasman won’t be ruled by the king alone—he should adapt to this early.”

Though the anglerfish said this, he didn’t think so in his heart. Born in Tasman, he had worked on the seabed from an early age and knew the king wasn’t an ignorant omega who would sacrifice his life for chastity.

For the king’s hundred-year lifespan, what did a fait accompli matter?

It was about the same as getting a cut on his hand.

Selarl thought this way because of his poor background. Having been a vagrant in Passion County since childhood, he hadn’t received proper sex education and had too shallow and vulgar an understanding of marking and knotting.

The anglerfish withdrew to convey Selarl’s meaning to Li Bang.

Selarl closed his eyes and pressed his brow.

He had long known Gudeshao was more trouble than he was worth—dead was dead—but for some reason, as the engagement approached, he always had a bad premonition.

Nothing should go wrong, right?

The king’s confidants were all under his surveillance with no unusual movements so far, and the king himself was confined to his bedchamber under various pretexts, unable to move freely.

Even if the king wanted to resist, who could he turn to for help?

He was the strongest person on this seabed—no one could defeat him. The king had no way out.

Selarl felt restless and strode toward Sandro’s bedchamber.

However, just as he reached the door, the lights in the bedchamber went out.

Sandro lay on a bed made from a giant clamshell, covered with bedding woven from seaweed, sleeping fully clothed.

Selarl’s teeth itched, his Adam’s apple bobbed several times, but he still didn’t barge in directly.

Just a few more days—the king would be his sooner or later.

With this thought, Selarl gazed at Sandro’s profile for a moment, then swept his sleeves and left.

He casually grabbed a preening red cedar fish from outside the king’s bedchamber.

The red cedar fish omega immediately wrapped his legs around Selarl, moaning seductively: “Your Highness.”

Selarl brought him back to his own room, pressed him onto the marriage bed he shared with Sandro, and casually tore off his flamboyant red gauze clothing.

The red cedar fish’s eyes flickered with greedy light as he tried his best to lean up, wanting to kiss Selarl’s lips.

Who would have thought Selarl would raise his hand to cover his face, venting silently.

“Mmph!” The red cedar fish was shocked and tried to struggle free.

However, Selarl pressed his face down even harder, attacking while gritting his teeth: “What are you being proud about? Looking down on me? Do you know I hate your expression the most? Do you know you can’t hide your contempt at all!”

“Mmph mmph mmph—” The red cedar fish struggled violently, his skin already turning red from lack of oxygen.

“Marrying me is just an expedient measure, right? Because you have no choice. You don’t really love me—you don’t love anyone. You have eternal life, so everything in the world is just ants to you!”

“Mmph…” The red cedar fish’s struggles gradually weakened, the bed frame scratched with hideous marks from his clawing.

“You’re so pitiful, lonely and pitiful. No one will accompany you to the end, no one dares give you love. Except for me—if not for me, you could only be lonely forever.”

“……” The red cedar fish completely lost his voice. Selarl had used too much force, crushing his facial bones. Blood flowed like a stream, staining the light green seaweed sheets red.

Selarl calmly stood up and wiped the fresh blood from his palm.

He glanced at the unrecognizable red cedar fish and sneered: “Your eyes are really ugly, not even one ten-thousandth as beautiful as his.”

Hearing the receding footsteps, Sandro slowly opened his eyes.

He waited quietly for another moment, confirming Selarl hadn’t left as a feint, then lowered his eyes and took out a scale from the seaweed bedding—black and smooth as purple ink stone.

The scale was as large as his palm, shaped like a fan, hard as steel, covered with strange ripples like solar halos.

Sandro lowered his head, lovingly kissing the scale in his palm, lightly sniffing the remaining scent on it.

The scale’s faint luster formed shifting patterns on his cheek. He drew his legs together, whispering softly: “Ryan… Ryan…”

After a full day of sailing, the Manxing Sea gradually left the glass sea of Phobos Bay and sailed toward the turbid, deep Ubi Trench.

This place was still eight hundred nautical miles from the Tasman Pirate Nation.

At dusk, Lance and Zhan Pingchuan, having made their relationship clear, sat by the window in the Caribbean Restaurant, leisurely sharing dinner.

“Baby, yesterday suddenly calling me husband in front of High Tower and Ghost Eye really startled me.” Zhan Pingchuan cut a piece of sizzling swordfish belly and fed it to Lance’s mouth.

Lance opened his mouth to take the fish meat, chewing while asking worriedly: “Was I too impulsive?”

Zhan Pingchuan reached out to smooth his furrowed brow, indulging him without limits: “How could that be, baby? You could even call me that in front of President Lan and President Zhan.”

Though after this ordeal, investigating the Black Lantern Society would only become more difficult, how could a good man blame his wife? His wife knew nothing—his wife was completely innocent!

Lance couldn’t help but smile.

If that really happened, President Zhan would probably be fine, but President Lan might have a heart attack.

Lance swallowed the fish meat and suddenly said seriously: “I didn’t expect this bidding to be so fraught with danger.”

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have let you come and put you in danger.

Zhan Pingchuan lovingly ruffled Lance’s fluffy red hair: “Me too.”

If I had known earlier, I shouldn’t have let you accompany me—I could have come alone.

Zhan Pingchuan simply stood up and sat beside Lance. In public, he couldn’t go too far, so he picked up a strand of Lance’s hair and kissed it: “But don’t worry—your husband will definitely protect you well.”

Lance leaned against Zhan Pingchuan’s shoulder. The evening glow fell on his face as he looked at the boundless seawater, licking the black pepper sauce from his lips: “Me too.”

This sentence was tantamount to a confession in Zhan Pingchuan’s ears. He smiled and lifted Lance’s chin, gently wiping his moist, red lips with his fingertip: “Wow, what a mighty little red fox.”

Lance, with his chin lifted, lazily closed his eyes, thinking: Mm, what an arrogant little wolf cub.

That night at ten o’clock, the severed communications finally reopened, and everyone’s phones showed satellite signals.

At the same time, entertainment facilities like the casino, pool, and opera hall reopened, and the cruise ship was once again filled with laughter and joy.

The captain made a show of apologizing to all tourists, thanking them for their cooperation with the investigation. This matter seemed to have passed, and no one mentioned Gudeshao’s name anymore.

That very night, Adrian and Dream Witch immediately contacted Zhan Qinghe and Lan Wendao.

They had to know their presidents’ will before proceeding with the next actions.

Adrian told Zhan Qinghe the message Sandro had entrusted to Chen Shun’an—

【If you still remember Cen and Li’s will, please save Tasman from fire and water.】

“President, should we save them?”

Zhan Qinghe didn’t hesitate for a moment, answering with just one word: “Save.”

Coincidentally, Dream Witch conveyed the same message to Lan Wendao, asking with a smile: “Dad, which year’s debt is this from?”

Lan Wendao avoided the topic and instead asked: “How did that guy Zhan Qinghe answer?”

Dream Witch’s red lips parted slightly: “He said save.”

Upon hearing this answer, Lan Wendao suddenly chuckled.

It was a laugh without malice—knowing and satisfied.

Dream Witch raised her eyebrows in surprise. This was the first time her father had laughed when mentioning Zhan Qinghe.