The black tide descends, the world becomes deformed, and the old rulers awaken from the deep sea.
While others are struggling to survive under the claws of monsters, I have a more troublesome problem——
My clingy little octopus refuses to eat potato chips again today.
It always likes to stare at me with its starry eyes, and its tentacles indicate that it wants to eat "the brains of deep divers" or "the eyeballs of starry sky beasts".
I, a college student from Hainan who just wanted to graduate, was forced to become an old god breeder.
Later, when the army of Cthulhu's spawn came to the city, the gods whispered outside the stars.
I patted my yawning "pet" on my shoulder.
"Fries, it's time to eat."
