After the Tide Recedes, My Beast Husbands Discover I’m the Sea God

The good news: The tide has gone out, and I’m still alive. The bad news: The tide has gone out for good, and my whole tribe has no water or food. It’s all my fault. I’m a marine geologist, forced to help a tribe of primitive sea folk survive the apocalypse: building stills, finding freshwater sources, predicting tsunamis, and, along the way, turning Wen Che, the orca beastman who wants to bite my head off, into a temporary ally. Then I discovered that the “Sea God’s Tide Pearl” the whole tribe was fighting over was actually made from the flesh and blood of females. The original owner stole it because she was supposed to be the next sacrifice. The merfolk royal court knows the truth but pretends otherwise. They plan to use the water supply as leverage to force everyone to kneel. And me, a hapless person who transmigrated into a book, have decided to build a ship out of whale bones and start a rebellion. Don’t ask why. The answer is, your girl’s a geologist. Digging up all the mess buried beneath the surface is what I do best.