Demi-human Girls Completion Manual - Chapter 80 - 9

Chapter 80 - 9

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God of Hundred Forms 80: 9.

God of Hundred Forms “Name?”

“…Lingna.”

“How old are you?”

Fisher, holding a scroll of manuscript paper, looked towards Lingna seated on the sofa, while Renie, quite amused, was peeling candy for her.

Initially, she suspected these humans wanted to poison her, but after she tasted one, she couldn’t stop; it seemed candy was a rarity where she lived.

She paused chewing the fruit for a moment and then looked away evasively,

“Eight…

eight years old.”

This vastly contradicted her previous claim of Endless Life, and probably even she knew the makeshift lie wouldn’t fool Fisher.

Earlier, Fisher had checked her body and found that the crab-like organs were intact, and the shell resembling a piece of jewelry was firmly attached to her back.

However, according to her, the shell was light, and she couldn’t feel its weight at all underwater.

After understanding some of her physiological data, Fisher was actually more curious about what the Ocean Subhuman settlements looked like.

Ocean Subhuman sightings were extremely rare from the human perspective.

While in Nali, he occasionally heard news from the coastal fishermen about sightings of sea monsters, mermaids, and the like, which drew a large crowd of reporters and newspapers to rush there by train.

However, the black and white photos they returned with only showed tranquil ocean surfaces accompanied by a bunch of various interviews and not a single substantial piece of evidence.

Now that he had finally encountered a real, speaking Ocean Subhuman, wouldn’t he gather some information?

While Fisher had no intention of taking her back to Nali—considering Nali’s current level of technology, not only could they not reach the Ocean Subhuman settlements, but even if they could, it would only repeat the incident of the South Continent.

This re

What is that?”

Fisher astutely caught the strange word that came out of her mouth.

The word she uttered was very peculiar since she had just consumed the strange translation liquid, Fisher heard her voice as a stream of consciousness translation, only this term was brought out in its original pronunciation.

“Ah…

so you don’t worship the great Ramasitia,” she said, perplexed, hammering her own head with her claws as if pondering how to explain the meaning of Ramasitia in her mouth to Fisher and his people.

“My dad told me that all our lives were given by Ramasitia.

Every year we have to worship Him by throwing a lot of fish and crafts into the sea trench, although I don’t know if they’ll hit those royals on the head or not…”

“Wait, are you saying that the royals and the God you worship live together?”

“Right…

Um?

The God you worship…

uh, doesn’t exist like Ramasitia?

Then why do you worship Him?”

This question actually stumped Fisher.

Although he knew the Mother Goddess was just a means for humans to explain the world, more like a primitive belief, or rather, faith, he just hadn’t expected that the demi-humans in the ocean would actually worship a tangible entity.

That is, the God they worshiped really existed in this world, lying in a sea trench in the Southern Ocean?

“Have you ever seen that deity?”

“Nope.

But every time I pray, I can feel His response, even though I don’t understand it…”

Seeing the human in front of her deep in thought, not knowing how to explain, Lingna stretched out her claws, bringing both hands and her entire forearms together, performing an action she had done many times before, similar to a human praying, just that this praying gesture was a bit too strange for humans.

She closed her eyes, her voice serious and devout, murmuring low,

“Guardian of the Ocean, origin of Life, Ramasitia, I pray to you, hoping that I can eat this delicious food every day…

Yeah, something like this.

My dad and I have to do this before every meal.

Ah, I can’t hear Ramasitia’s voice here; probably it’s too far, and He might not be able to hear me.

Occasionally at night when I’m bullied by other friends, I tell Him, praying He would have their parents spank their butts, I don’t know if He agrees or not…”

“I see…”

Fisher looked out at the vast ocean outside, and after a long pause, his quill pen noted down the last record on the paper,

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