Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Deepsea Hunters, but Deepsea Titans Author: Wu Di's Shafulin

(Not a non-human abortion, the protagonist covers the face, refer to Big Bob and Mud Rock, no system conspiracy theory + half-crazy protagonist)

Luo Ting traveled to the world of Arknights and became a salvor on the Fool.

However, he was framed by the cowardly cable controller. Trapped in the deep sea, Lotin awakened the template of "Deep Sea Titan - Nautilus" in the League of Legends. As long as he wore a brass diving suit, he would turn into the Deep Sea Titan and gain the power of Nautilus.

later……

"What? This isn't a Deepsea Hunter, it's a Deepsea Titan. Look, it automatically grows bigger and taller when placed in water. It's very absorbent. After it dries on land, it's just a 4-meter-tall giant, but when it's fully soaked in water, it becomes a 40-meter-tall bronze giant. You can't hurt it no matter what you do. It's very useful for killing Sea Heirs, retrieving treasures, and even carrying people around."

Miss Laurentina, who was sitting on Lotin's shoulders, said this to the second captain, Gloria.

In response, Lotin said he could even get bigger.

Volume 1: Deep Sea Lying Down

Chapter 1: Drowning the Agorian

Luo Ting had transmigrated, but he couldn't explain exactly how he had transmigrated. His appearance was exactly the same as before he transmigrated, with a handsome face but a strong sense of decadence, and shoulder-length black hair.

There's only one question—why are his ears so pointed, and why does he inexplicably know a language similar to Spanish?

Anyway, the feathered crew members all said he was an Agor, and that the ship was the "Fool" that carried the glory of Iberia.

Iberia? The Fool? The Agorians?

Lotin then realized he had transmigrated into the world of Arknights and become a salvage crew member on the oceanographic research vessel "Fool." (For the Iberians, it was already their flagship, though this wasn't Buoregan's original intention.)

Moreover, it was the Fool's Ship that set sail in 1038.

When Luo Ting first arrived, he actually wanted to run away. He was well aware of how shocking the tragic end of the Fool was.

But when he had just crossed over, he could no longer see the outline of land while standing on the deck of the Fool.

He had neither a system nor a cheat code, yet Lotin still meticulously searched for every possible chance to survive, but to no avail.

Several months passed in this way, day after day, he wore a heavy brass diving suit and retrieved the research samples needed by the engineer, Buoragan. He could swim before, but now his swimming skills surpassed those of professional divers before his time travel.

One day, as usual, Lotin put on his rusty brass diving suit and jumped into the sea, connected by a cable, to once again explore the secrets buried in this blue desert.

Then, something strange happened: all the sounds in the radio communications mysteriously disappeared, and the last syllables he heard were, "The tsunami is coming! Cut the cables! I don't want to get swept away!"

Boundless fear gripped Loting's heart. The cables had been cut, the sound had vanished, and the tsunami was approaching.

Loting knew that this disaster was caused by the "gods" of the sea monsters, and even from the written description alone, it was an extremely terrifying disaster—"The Great Tranquility".

Clearly, in the face of disaster, the cable controller who had been drinking with him just yesterday did not choose to give himself a chance to share the hardship, but instead chose to cut the cable and sink into the turbulent sea.

Lotin cried out in despair from the high seas.

He stared at it, frantically staring at it. It drifted further and further away, its silhouette fading, its hull shrinking. Just moments ago, he was part of the crew. On deck, he basked in the sunshine and fresh air, a living, breathing human being. And now, he was thrown into the sea, and it was all over.

He was trapped in the raging waves. He was standing on nothing but empty air, and he was forced to sink.

The deafening roar of the waves crashed around him, the crests and troughs tossing him up and down. Waves of raging torrents spewed at him, and the giant waves, with their gaping mouths, swallowed half of him.

With each descent, he could vaguely see the dark abyss, where strange blue plants he had never seen before grabbed him, wrapped around his feet, and pulled him toward them. The bizarre sea monsters were already surging toward him with the glowing sea.

The waves tossed him up and down, and the merciless sea seemed to hate him, watching him struggle desperately, as if he were dying.

He rallied his spirits and pressed onward with all his might. Even as his dwindling strength was about to be exhausted, he continued his struggle against the boundless waves.

Alone and helpless, he was sinking into an abyss. He struggled and twisted his body desperately, but beneath him were countless invisible monsters.

"Host is detected drowning."

"Loading conditions met, awakening the Deep Sea Titan-Nautilus template for the host."

Is this just a hallucination before the oxygen runs out?

After all, ordinary Agorians cannot breathe underwater.

As Luo Ting's consciousness began to fade, he heard a monochromatic female voice devoid of any emotion: "System? Template?"

However, Loting did feel a tremendous force surging within his body. The monsters shrank in an instant, and his own body, clad in a heavy diving suit, expanded from 4 meters to 40 meters.

He gripped a massive, rusted anchor, bound by thick iron chains, large enough to cleave the waves.

Behind the goggles of the diving suit was only pitch black, with only the area around the eyes radiating a lighthouse-like yellow glow.

The giant in iron armor roared and swung his giant anchor at the monsters, splitting the waves and creating whirlpools!

"Overwhelming Force" is not only the passive skill of this deep-sea titan hero, but also the best description of the scene before us.

"Please select the skill you want to learn or enhance."

The system displays Lotin's current status:

Rating: 1

Equipment: none

Money: 400

Remaining skill points: 1

Then there are the standard values ​​that are displayed in League of Legends, such as armor and magic resistance.

As Lotin cleared a safe space, he also keenly sensed the unusual movement of the ocean currents. The currents seemed to have come to life, and the monsters around him were scattering and fleeing, as if they were moving in coordination with those strange ocean currents.

As expected, an unprecedented tsunami swept Loting into it. Without hesitation, he invested his skill points into the "Titan's Wrath" skill. A shield composed of unknown energy protected him from the giant waves. This unknown energy was also injected into his anchor, allowing him to clear a space more efficiently.

Normally in League of Legends, Nautilus would learn "Clear the Channel," a skill that pulls targets and deals damage, but given the current situation, Lothar can only prioritize "Titan's Wrath," a skill that increases shields and enhances basic attacks.

Lotin didn't know how long he had been drifting with the waves; the 40-meter-tall brass giant was still just an insignificant dot in the vastness of the sea. His consciousness, having lost its proper perception of time, deliberately disconnected at the system's suggestion. He was ultimately swept into the sky by a giant wave and then slammed heavily to the ground.

Wait, the ground? Luo Ting's consciousness gradually returned, and he finally had time to confirm the time with the system.

"It is now Terran year 1096."

While surprised by how long he had been adrift, Lotin also discovered that he did not need to eat or drink, and that the system's decision to disconnect his consciousness was probably some kind of mental protection measure.

Wait, the ground?

"Where have I been thrown? Is this still the sea?"

Once separated from the ocean, the deep-sea titan began to shrink, its massive 40-meter frame returning to a mere 4 meters.

"Host detected leaving the ocean, should I remove my diving suit?"

At this moment, Lotin heard the system's voice again. It seemed that he was different from the real deep-sea Titan. Although they looked the same, his brass diving suit could be taken off.

[After removing the diving suit, only some equipment and runes remain active.]

The base stats and skills corresponding to the Deep Sea Titan's level will no longer be effective.

He could take it off, but there was no need. Taking off the wetsuit would only expose his vulnerable body, which would be pointless.

"Those rotten fish and shrimp are endless, and the experience and gold coins they give are pitifully small."

Looking out at the surging ocean and then at the ravaged land beneath his feet, Luo Ting was surprised to discover that this was not originally a coastline.

Let the crew of the Fool endure loneliness, hunger, and torment from inhuman creatures in that blue desert; this is the price they pay for betraying themselves!

Ironically, the salvage workers who were abandoned by them were the lucky ones who survived to the end!

In the eyes of the great hero Alfonso, what exactly did he, an ordinary crew member, amount to?

"The Fool, a symbol of Iberian arrogance and conceit, let them suffer the consequences."

Loting let out several incredibly dull, sinister laughs, cursing the Fool and its crew in the sea breeze.

To him, the Fool was nothing more than a cage that would eventually become a coffin, but now he was free, and he didn't mind punishing a few more greedy Iberians or slaughtering some more ferocious sea monsters.

In any case, whatever he decides to do now is entirely of his own volition.

The armored giant faced the sea, hurling the most vile insults he could think of at the crew of the Fool and the monstrous beast that had caused the disaster, before turning and disappearing into the lifeless shore.

Chapter Two: The Situation is Urgent, Let's Kill Isamara!

The metal anchor was dragged along by the armored giant, making a dull thud on the reef. There was no sign of life around, no cries of seagulls, no rustling of crabs, only an armored giant stained with the blasphemous blood of a strange monster wandering aimlessly.

The "Great Silence" has ended, but the echoes of life have not appeared on this desolate coastline.

Far off the coast, where the reefs meet the waves, the murky sea water washes over a young girl's long, white hair. Despite the filthy waves, the girl's hair remains as flawless as white sand under the moonlight.

Her delicate eyebrows trembled slightly. A disturbing loud noise woke her from her unconsciousness, followed by a strong, all-too-familiar smell of blood.

That was the smell of filthy blood from the deformed flesh they called "Sealings" or "Fearfish." To protect her country from being devoured by these deformed creatures, she and her comrades voluntarily accepted the blood of these corrupt aliens in order to gain immense power.

Now, the blood of the sea within her is restless and filled with fear. The being that emitted the strange sound is regarded by the masses as a natural disaster, an unchangeable natural environment, an unyielding reef.

"Strange, shouldn't I have just been in the trench...?"

Unbearable, bloody memories flooded her mind uncontrollably: the piercing sound of bursting bubbles, the corpses of her companions and those deformed, fleshy bodies, the seductive music that pierced her brain, and the enormous monster that occupied the seabed.

She remembered. She was Skadi, a member of the Agor military group "Deepsea Hunters." To slay Isamara, the "newborn" of the biological calamity "Sea Heir," she had joined the main force of the Deepsea Hunters in their journey to the trench where that twisted being resided. She had used all her strength to unleash a sword strike powerful enough to shatter a valley, severely wounding the indescribable, deformed behemoth, and its filthy blood had stained her own body.

The blood of the Sea King was crushing her will, and Isamara's cells were devouring her body, trying to erase her existence as the "Deepsea Hunter" Skadi.

Yes, her connection with Hai Si had become even deeper, which is why she showed an instinctive fear of the enormous figure in the distance—a terrifying being that compelled a large group to manipulate ocean currents to throw it ashore.

The sound of metal scraping against the rocks grew clearer, and the bronze-colored, armored giant gradually emerged from the sea fog, its yellow eyes gleaming, the searchlight on its helmet piercing the mist. Skadi instinctively felt a chill, as if her blood were about to freeze.

The powerful and proud deep-sea hunter was now like a wounded and trapped whale hunted by a whaling ship; even though her instincts drove her to flee, she remained immobilized. Skadi's blood-red eyes reflected this moving, oppressive brass city, and she murmured a complete sentence:

"Hello, where is this place?"

"I don't know, it's probably somewhere in Iberia."

A deep, hoarse voice came from beneath the diving suit. Lotin stared at the Agor man carrying a greatsword, searching his memory for any related information.

"I see."

Lotin already had the answer in his mind: the Agorian women who appeared on the Iberian coastline shortly after the Great Tranquility, and whose attire and weapons were exactly the same as the famous Arknights operator "Skadi" in his memory.

"who are you?"

Lotin's eyes gleamed, focused on Skadi's face, observing the subtle changes in her pupils. The giant anchor was already raised high, the immense power of the bronze giant poised to be unleashed. The deep-sea titan power within Lotin was not yet strong enough. If the person before him lost her identification with "Skadi," he needed to act quickly. If he waited for "Isamara" to take over this body, everything would be beyond repair.

Skadi blinked slightly in the bright light, and slowly began to speak:

"I, I am Skadi."

Yes, she is Skadi, the Deep Sea Hunter, nothing more. The being before her is suppressing the poisonous blood of Isamara within her, preventing it from easily harming her.

"Who are you? I don't remember anyone like that in Deepsea Hunters."

It is extremely rare for a being to frighten Isamara to such an extent that Skadi subconsciously assumed it was a secret weapon of the Deepsea Hunters.

"I am just an ordinary Iberian salvage worker, nothing more."

Rather than revealing information that might arouse suspicion, Lotin simply chose to fabricate a seemingly plausible identity. Besides, he had previously been a salvage crew member on the Fool's Ship.

Why did you go and slaughter those dangerous monsters?

"Doesn't Iberia have an army?"

Skadi knew there were significant cultural differences between land and sea, but she still couldn't understand why land dwellers would send a salvage operator to confront the sea creatures. Even though she was a former electrician, she had at least received retraining.

Wait, is he really a salvage worker? How could a mere Iberian salvage worker frighten Isamara?

"Because of the attack by those rotten fish and shrimp, my ship mercilessly threw me overboard."

"Those greedy sailors were all devoured by the monsters, so I can only take my anger out on them."

Loting gazed at the distant sea and continued in a low voice, his tone filled with resentment and hatred.

"If I could, I'd also like to settle scores with the guy who cut the cable."

Skadi knew this was impossible. Regardless of whether the Iberian had become one of them, given the current level of hostility the swarm had towards this "salvage worker," they would probably try to create another tsunami to wash him ashore.

“I am an Agorian, and I can help you find that ship, whether it has sunk or not.”

After a brief moment of thought, Skadi felt that this person, who was ostracized by the large group, could potentially become a temporary ally. Moreover, the other party also harbored hatred for those deformed flesh and blood, and still had an unbroken destiny lingering on the sea. Skadi was extremely curious about such a being who could intimidate Isamara simply by approaching her.

"I'm just a salvage worker; I don't have their kind of power."