I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 235 - 185: Holy Shit, Sea King?!_2

Chapter 235: Chapter 185: Holy Shit, Sea King?!_2

The fishermen’s faces were etched with deep contours by the sunlight, sweat sparkling on their foreheads, yet their lips harbored satisfied smiles.

However, this tranquility and anticipation were torn apart by a sudden, unusual noise.

The sound, coming from a distance and growing nearer, pierced through the sea breeze with an indescribable strength, causing everyone’s heartstrings to instantly tense.

The sound was both unfamiliar and shocking, as if a call was coming from afar, leading all the fishermen to involuntarily stop their work and look in its direction.

Their gazes stretched beyond the ship’s rail, looking toward the source of the sound with probing eyes.

And with that glance, eternities seemed to pass,

prompting all the fishermen to widen their eyes in disbelief.

Upon the sea’s surface, a magnificent scene slowly unfolded.

It was a pod of orcas, charging through the water with a momentum that seemed to move mountains!

The mighty bodies of these ocean dominators traced smooth paths in the water, and each leap from the surface created layers of spray.

Their movements were so fluid, it was like a meticulously choreographed water ballet, with a powerful sensation as if bombs were detonating on the water’s surface.

Such a scene,

even for these fishermen who fished all year round, was unprecedented.

It was not easy to glimpse orcas to begin with.

Let alone such a number of orcas leaping forward together, extending their bodies gracefully.

While the fishermen were immersed in the wonder of nature’s gift, an even more unbelievable detail caught their eye, elevating their amazement to new heights.

A few sharp-eyed among them suddenly spotted

that on the back of a particularly massive orca, sculpted as if from obsidian, there seemed to be a person sitting steadily!

With every leap of the orca, the figure rose and fell but never fell off,

appearing to have some mysterious connection with these marine creatures, existing in harmony.

The sight was unimaginable, striking straight to the soul.

It seemed as though a person was journeying alongside these gigantic sea beasts.

This was like the ancient tales of sea sprites, crossing the boundaries of time to enter the real world.

It was as if a myth had descended.

Causing these fishermen, who ventured out to sea every day and already believed in the divine, to stare in astonishment.

The fishermen reacted in different ways.

Some had their eyes wide open, mouths slightly ajar as if time had frozen in that moment; some clenched the ship’s rail tightly, unable to believe their eyes; while others looked at one another, seeking confirmation from the others’ expressions, trying to convince themselves it wasn’t an illusion...

Everyone fell silent.

Countless complex emotions flowed through their hearts.

Fear, curiosity, shock, confusion...

Until the person riding the orca moved away, so far that no sound could be heard, nor the figures of the orcas seen clearly.

An old and weather-beaten Fisherman Jia was the first to break the silence.

He asked in a trembling voice, "Brothers, did you...did you see it too? The person, riding on the back of the whale...it was a person, right?"

His tone held uncertainty mixed with incredulous curiosity.

Another, slightly younger fisherman who was usually jovial and boisterous,

now replied with utmost seriousness, "Old Jia, my eyes aren’t failing me yet, it was definitely a person! How strange, what oddities haven’t we seen in this world?"

As he spoke, he unconsciously rubbed his eyes as if to double-check the reality of what he had seen.

"Could it be Mazu revealing herself?"

A superstitious Fisherman Bing muttered to himself from a corner, eyes filled with reverence.

Apart from these comments,

the numerous fishermen on this fishing boat immediately began discussing the incident.

For a moment, some were filled with anxiety.

People who earn a living on the vast, boundless ocean often develop a unique system of beliefs and superstitious customs to confront the unpredictable natural environment and unforeseen risks.

These beliefs and superstitions aren’t merely fear of the unknown or simple psychological comfort; they more deeply reflect the fishermen and sailors’ reverence for the forces of nature, their desire for safety, and their strategy for coping with life’s uncertainties.

Out on the open sea, far from land and loved ones, fishermen feel lonely and helpless; thus, they often seek spiritual reliance.

Such as worshipping Mazu, Dragon King, and other Sea Gods, hoping to find comfort through sincere prayers.

And at this moment, the scene they encountered

caused many of the older believers in Mazu aboard the ship to start praying fervently.

Even the younger ones, who weren’t very superstitious, couldn’t help but cry out, "Long live the Sea King!"

The captain stood at the bow with a furrowed brow.

He was usually calm and collected, but now he couldn’t help but reveal a hint of astonishment.

He had been fishing for many years, braving storms and seeing his fair share of strange fish,

but this kind of scene was a first for him.

Could it really be the Sea God revealing himself?

His face was calm, but his eyes showed contemplation and inquiry.

Faced with such a special situation,

who wouldn’t think of deities and spirits?

But as the captain,

he understood that on this desolate expanse of sea, one should not let tales of ghosts and monsters cause panic and disarray.

Compared to the shock, disbelief, and panic of the many fishermen, the captain’s reaction was much more composed.

He knew he needed to calm everyone down now.

Catching fish was one thing, but the most important thing now was to ensure everyone could return safely and peacefully to land after this experience.

To achieve this, he had to calm everyone down immediately; otherwise, it wouldn’t be impossible for their excited state to capsize the boat.

"Everyone, calm down. Perhaps this is some kind of latest technology from our nation?"

"Let’s go home for now and report this incident to the government after," the captain shouted.

He didn’t really believe the government would take this matter seriously. There was no surveillance equipment on their boat that had recorded what had just happened, and the government would probably think they had all experienced a collective illusion.

Then they would probably just bring in a psychologist to offer some comfort and counseling.

After all, the notion of a naked man riding an orca across the vast ocean was too bizarre by any stretch of the imagination.

The captain mentioned going to the government merely as a way to reassure the people on the boat for the time being.

He didn’t care what would happen after reporting to the government; his primary concern was to safely bring everyone back.

The captain’s words quickly restored some calm among the many fishermen.

This was not only due to invoking the role of the nation

but also because of the respect and influence the captain had built up over many years.

The fishermen began earnestly steering the fishing boat back to their posts.

Although no one said a word,

it was clear their hearts were filled with shock, confusion, and a touch of indescribable awe.

This experience would undoubtedly leave an eternal mark in their minds, becoming the most legendary story shared around the fire.