Under the night sky, the deck of the Black Pearl had been temporarily transformed into an open-air, bloody, Cthulhu-esque...
Top-tier operating room.
Dozens of high-powered magic searchlights illuminated the deck as bright as day.
That ancient monstrosity, whose size rivaled a small island—the Deep Sea Watcher—was sprawled in the center of the deck like a resigned puddle of mud.
Its massive solitary eye had already been covered by Victor with a specially made blindfold to prevent it from randomly discharging electricity due to nervousness during the procedure.
Meanwhile, hundreds of wriggling tentacles were held down firmly by Alice's suture threads and the skeleton security brigade, rendered completely unable to move.
"Alright, everyone, prepare to begin."
Victor changed into a brand-new set of surgical scrubs and donned sterile gloves. His face bore the feverish expression of an artist about to embark on a world-shaking creation.
"Today's subject is—'On the Humanoid Modification and Vocal Cord Functional Remodeling of Unspeakable Beings'."
"Zoe, is the data recording ready?"
"Ready, Director!"
The alchemist girl, Zoe, stood to the side, excitedly pushing up her glasses while holding a massive crystal ball used for recording images.
"Very good."
Victor picked up the recently upgraded Saw of Redemption, which now flickered with blue electric arcs.
"Now, for the first step..."
He looked at the dizzying heap of tentacles like a picky chef selecting ingredients.
"First, we cut away the excess 'scraps'."
"There are too many tentacles; it severely impacts the aesthetics and wastes energy."
"Keep the core eight to serve as... well, backup dancers. Cut all the rest off!"
At Victor's command, the chainsaw roared.
"No—!!!"
The Deep Sea Watcher let out a silent soul roar.
Those were treasures it had spent tens of thousands of years growing!
This demon! He actually wanted to cut them off!
Splat! Splat! Splat!
Victor's movements were as fast as lightning.
He didn't even use a ruler. With every strike, he cut precisely along the base of the tentacles, not a millimeter more, not a millimeter less.
In the blink of an eye.
The deck was piled high with a mountain of massive, still-twitching tentacles.
A rich aroma, similar to top-tier fatty tuna belly, wafted through the air.
"Wu..."
Leaning over the railing and drooling, Mia's eyes went wide.
So many... so many grilled squids...
"Don't be in a hurry to eat!"
Victor barked a reprimand.
"These are precious 'high-protein experimental materials.' Take them to the cold storage and freeze them first!"
With the excess tentacles removed, the main body of the watcher—that massive, fleshy eyeball tumor—looked much cleaner.
"Next, the sculpting."
Victor tossed the chainsaw aside and switched to a more precise toolset consisting of over a dozen surgical knives of various sizes.
The twenty-four Abyssal Tentacles behind him extended simultaneously, transforming into the most flexible and precise mechanical arms.
This was a true 'Godly Sculpture.'
Cutting, peeling, squeezing, restructuring...
Under Victor's control, which rivaled the precision of a supercomputer.
That originally hideous, massive fleshy tumor began to deform and shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Excess flesh tissue was stripped away, converted into the purest life energy, and reinjected into the core.
The blurred outline gradually became clear.
First came a slender waist, then long legs, then a full chest...
Finally, a breathtakingly beautiful face that would leave any living being gasping for air.
"The final step, and the most critical one."
Victor looked at the humanoid 'artwork' before him and took a deep breath.
"Vocal cord remodeling."
He picked up a nerve probe thinner than a strand of hair that flickered with a faint electrical light.
"Her original vocal organs were too primitive, only capable of producing harsh noise."
"I will use 'high-frequency magic resonance' to reshape her vocal cord structure and implant 'siren' gene fragments, granting her a voice that can charm all living things."
This was a task a hundred times more delicate than performing a hair transplant for the Bone Sovereign.
Fine beads of sweat broke out on Victor's forehead.
His gaze was focused to the absolute extreme.
Time passed minute by minute.
When the final nerve circuit was successfully connected.
【Ding!】
【SSS-grade surgery 'Cross-Species Morphological Remodeling and Vocal Cord Reconstruction Surgery' complete!】
【Surgery Evaluation: Super Godly! (You have touched the domain of the Creator)】
【Congratulations on receiving massive rewards...】
Victor ignored the system notification tones.
He took a step back and looked at the perfect 'work' he had personally created. His eyes were filled with an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
"Whew..."
"It is finished."
Buzz—
The layer of pale green nutrient light film enveloping the 'work' slowly dissipated.
A perfect, naked body appeared before everyone.
It was a young girl with long, dreamlike aqua-blue hair that curled slightly like seaweed.
Her skin was so fair it was almost transparent, as if one could see the blue blood flowing slowly beneath it.
Her features were exquisitely inhuman, especially those eyes as blue as the deep sea, filled with purity and innocence.
The only 'clothing' on her body consisted of several large shells emitting a rainbow-colored glow, cleverly covering the critical areas.
She was filled with a primitive yet lethal temptation.
"Ugh..."
The girl's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.
She looked at her own hands in a daze, then looked at the dumbfounded 'audience' around her.
Finally, her gaze landed on Victor.
Those azure eyes were instantly filled with the adoration and dependence a newborn has for its mother.
【Ding!】
【Congratulations to the host!】
【Obtained God-Chosen No. 5—Deep Sea Siren · Christine】
【Race: Siren and Ancient God Hybrid (Mermaid Form)】
【Identity: Clinic Chief Idol/Broadcaster】
【Loyalty: MAX (Views you as her creator)】
【Abilities: Siren's Song (Mental Control), Water Element Affinity, Tentacle Summoning (Weakened Version).】
"Christine..."
Victor looked at the impossibly beautiful girl before him and nodded with satisfaction.
"From today on, you are the fifth core member of our Benevolent Heart Clinic."
"Come, try to... say something?" Victor encouraged.
Christine looked at Victor and opened her small, cherry-like lips.
She originally wanted to say "Master."
But what came out of her throat was not a raspy syllable.
It was a stretch of...
Ethereal, melodious, and seemingly originating from the depths of the primordial ocean...
Song.
The song had no lyrics, only the purest notes.
But every note seemed to carry a strange magic, easily knocking down the listener's softest mental defenses.
On the deck.
Elizabeth, who had been wearing a look of disdain, was now entranced.
She felt as if she had returned to a carefree afternoon a century ago, lying on a flowery meadow and bathing in warm sunlight.
Mia, who had been thinking about what to eat for dinner, also froze.
She put down the bone in her hand, and for the first time, an emotion named 'being moved' appeared in her clear silver pupils.
Even Alice, who usually only cared about cutting things, put down her scissors and cupped her face with both hands, looking intoxicated.
The entire world seemed to become gentle and quiet within this song.
However.
This was only the effect on 'their own people.'
Around the Black Pearl.
The bloodthirsty sharks that had been attracted by the previous battle and were filled with aggression suddenly froze the moment they heard this song.
Their eyes, once filled with violence and slaughter, instantly became incredibly gentle.
Then.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
Hundreds of giant sharks, each over ten meters long, actually...
Flipped over onto their bellies simultaneously, floating on the sea surface with intoxicated expressions like a group of cats having their chins scratched by their owner.
There were even a few that were so overwhelmed with happiness that they simply... foamed at the mouth and fainted.
"..."
Victor looked at the 'shark graveyard' before him, then at Christine, who was still innocently singing, and his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
This...
How was this a 'Siren's Song'?
This was clearly...
Large-scale, indiscriminate, and compulsory...
Mental control!
If he let her belt out a note toward an enemy army...
The scene would be so 'beautiful' he dared not even imagine it.
"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!"
Victor hurriedly interrupted her 'debut concert.'
"Ahem, you sang well, you have great potential."
Victor cleared his throat, trying hard to maintain his dignity as the Director.
"However, your ability is still unstable and requires professional training."
He redeemed an object that looked like a conch-shaped microphone from the system mall and handed it to Christine.
【Magic-Conduction Megaphone (Siren Edition)】: Can amplify or weaken the power of songs and attach various sound effects.
"In the future, without my permission, you are not allowed to hold concerts randomly."
Victor said seriously.
"Especially... don't sing toward our own people."
He glanced at the employees next to him who were still in a state of daze and felt his temples throbbing.
The number of weirdos in this clinic...
Seemed to have increased by one again.
"Yes... Master."
Christine nodded obediently and took the microphone like a child who had received a new toy.
"Then... can I sing a... lullaby for Master?"
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