After that, I continued to submerge abandoned cities, mountains, and rivers with seawater. Perhaps choosing to hunt the outer gods was the right choice, as I never ran short of seawater. The speed at which it refilled was far greater than the speed at which I summoned it.
Coupled with my increased travel distance, which was no longer bound by any spatial constraints—the world was truly becoming a sea. The only problem was... It was by no means a normal sea.
"This is truly terrible."
From a mountaintop—now just a small island floating on the water—I sighed and gazed into the sea. Within it, a scene from hell was unfolding. Instead of fish, living skeletons moved about aimlessly, and trees extended their roots to move.
Occasionally, a black mist moved as if it had a will of its own. It was a complete mess. No matter how I looked at it, the scene was closer to purgatory than a sea.
As I watched, for some reason, Chukya cheerfully caressed the water's surface and replied.
"Why? It looks nice."
"What does? Seeing these bastards form schools only gives me the creeps."
Moreover, the countless creatures that had sprung up within the Deep Sea were gradually becoming accustomed and adapting to it. I had seen all sorts of bizarre deep sea creatures, but their grotesqueness was at least confined to the category of fish. These things, however, knew no bounds.