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Chapter 24 Human Calamity Amidst the Titan Storm!

"BOOM!!!!!"

A deafening thunderclap was followed by a fleeting flash of lightning in the depths of the surging ocean.

In an instant, the distance between heaven and earth was illuminated in the darkness.

Then came a fierce storm, whipping up raging waves that crashed against the sails in layers.
“My name is Arthur, Arthur Curry, from Meadowsport, Maine. And you?”

"Carrot Ayr, Kansas."

Upon hearing the name, a hint of surprise flashed in Carrot El's eyes.

So it was him. No wonder.
Arthur Curry, a descendant of the Atlantean royal family, is half-human and half-Atlantean. He is one of the Seven Justice League's leaders and the one who ultimately seized Poseidon's Trident and gained the right to rule the ocean.

Arthur Curry's eyes widened in shock as he looked Carrot up and down, and asked in surprise:
"You're from Kansas?"

"It's quite a journey."

"You're about the same."

Arthur Curry took a large swig of his drink, holding the bottle in his hand—a habit and part of his social style—and said casually:

"I came here to see fishermen from all over the world, but your clothes don't look like someone who lives at sea. You can't really be here to find relatives, like you and the old captain said, can you?"

Carrot lightly clinked glasses with Arthur and gave a casual smile:
"Who knows? When you're looking for relatives, you might just find them along the way!"

"Hahaha, you're really funny!"

Carrot's argument struck Arthur as novel and strange. He glanced at the clock on the wall, calculated the time, and realized it was almost time for the sailors to rest. He kindly reminded them:

"Don't sleep too soundly at night. Wear all your clothes. The rainy season and storms will cause the temperature to drop sharply. This is the Arctic Ocean, and the temperature will be much lower than in other sea areas."

After taking a couple of sips of wine, Arthur Curry thought about what the whales had just told him, and for some reason, he felt a deep unease.

As he spoke, he reached out and took two blankets from the shelf, handing them to Carrot and Tony.

"Thank you."

Al waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it. After taking the blanket from Arthur, he threw his own blanket on Tony and sat against the wall.

Stark pulled his clothes tighter around himself and glanced at the two of them sideways.

This naturally arrogant tycoon doesn't know how to refuse anything that's handed to him.

He covered himself with both blankets without any hesitation.

Having endured the double hell of the Ten Commandments' blacksmithing and Piccolo's grueling training, Stark had longed for a good night's sleep.

Although the beds here are not soft, high-end Simmons mattresses with mite-repellent properties, there are only hard, moldy decks and piles of clutter, and the ship is rocking back and forth.

But to be fair, he slept really soundly.

Of course, this only applies to the first half of the night.
At night, wrapped in thick blankets, they lay on their respective bunks, with only a few still awake, huddled together playing cards and smoking.

There were no campfires or fireplaces on the boat, which was tossed about by the wind and rain; only heavy clothes covered the only source of warmth for the body, preventing it from dissipating.

The sudden drop in temperature left everyone in the cabin except Carrot and Arthur shivering.

Despite the arduous journey, Captain Walid Jassem served everyone a bowl of warm fish soup as a late-night snack. However, Carrot wasn't keen on swallowing the soup, so he fed it to Stark instead, then silently sat cross-legged and began his meditation.

For him, sleeping was merely a means of mental relaxation.

He wouldn't have any problems even if he didn't sleep for months or years.

As long as the yellow sun in the solar system continues to shine, its vitality will grow stronger day by day.

Arthur Curry was quite surprised by Carrot El's physical condition. In this temperature, he was wearing only a single layer of clothing and seemed to be fine. Most people would have been shivering from the cold by now.

Perhaps due to the effects of the alcohol, Arthur closed his eyes wearily after drinking a bowl of fish soup.

The days fishermen wait for their harvest are always incredibly long. They have long since learned to keep company with the vast sea during these days, and to fall asleep peacefully with the seawater as their pillow.

However, at the same time, just as the storm was raging.

In the vast ocean depths, about three hundred kilometers away, a flash of azure light suddenly appeared.
A colossal creature from the deep sea, as if an ancient god were awakening, slowly moved its body, like a massive mountain range buried in a bottomless abyss, shaking with a chilling fear.

"Well"

It opened its eyes and for a moment looked into the distance, as if it had caught a whiff of something similar, and began to swim toward where the storm was spreading.
"what happened?"

"It moved???"

"Immediately track that direction and use satellite positioning; our submarine engines can't keep up with this behemoth."

"Everyone be on high alert. Be careful. It hasn't made any unusual moves in the past twenty years. Notify the border outposts and higher-ups."

"As before, don't get too close."

"Record the data!"

The vast, endless ocean eventually conceals traces of human civilization; a submarine at an observation post, illuminated by its diving lights, reveals a dense swarm of submarines.
Since the theory of relativity was proposed in 1915, which ushered in the dawn of the atomic age and guided human development, there have been few places on this planet that are inaccessible to humankind, whether in the oceans or at the top of the sky.

In the process of exploration, some people gradually broke away from the group and formed new secrets.

Through their unique discoveries about the world, they organized fundraising, developed scientific research, contacted government officials, established bases, and armed themselves, eventually becoming a new ethnic group that parasitized normal human society and became too powerful to shake off.
Until 1946, when the renowned S.H.I.E.L.D. was still a strategic research mission, a team was formed specifically to investigate unconfirmed life on Earth.

And over a decade, it secretly spread to all parts of the world.

Monarch, the Emperor.

A group of regulators who specialize in searching for, observing, and witnessing evidence of the existence of ancient mythical beasts, proving that "monsters really exist."

"BOOM!!!!!"

A storm swept across the sky, and a sudden flash of lightning reflected the image of a lone boat.

After sailing north for an unknown period of time, Captain Walid finally determined their return route when the fixed beacon deployed in the center of the sea began to reflect the signals of the surrounding coordinates on the radar.

At the bottom of the cabin, the few remaining sailors who had been playing cards and smoking had gradually fallen asleep after finishing their fish soup.

Wrapped in a blanket, Tony Stark slept sprawled out as if he were used to sleeping in a large bed, but surprisingly soundly.

On the entire ship, apart from the night watchmen, only Arthur Curry woke up after a short nap.

Headache is the first and last hurdle of a cold. I wish it would end soon, I wish it would end soon, I wish it would end soon!
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(End of this chapter)