Sukuna Megumi Vessel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

--- ## Chapter 41: The Stolen Cradle The realization hit me like a physical blow. The "Mother" the Reapers were preparing the cradle for wasn't a ship. It wasn't a hive. It was a **Vessel**. "Subject 00-C," my father whispered, leaning against the ruined console of the Observatory. "The third sister." I spun around, my Red Blood sparking. "The third? You told me there were only two! You told me it was just me and Sarah!"

Shaking my head, I said, “Trust me on this—we shouldn’t go there… That ship is dangerous.” “No way. Don’t be such a wuss now.” A fellow crew mate clapped me on the shoulder in reassurance, and gestured at our ship’s route. “That’s a point of entry to the radioactive spots around Hiroshima. It’s a route our new employers arranged for us, and we’ll go through that channel to reach the Forbidden Ocean… fine, that’s a cheesy name, but either way, that wreck is just lying at the mouth of the channel.” Miek put his hands together. “The gods might have arranged this good fortune for us. I have a feeling that we’ll all be rich after this, and won’t be drifting everywhere after this. As for me, I’ll

Havermouth, Present Time Meguitte’s mate was the Van Helsings’ torturer Sparrow. Sigrid strode along the street, the skirt of her dress snapping around her legs, and her hair blowing around her face, whilst her mind tossed over frantically all the complications involved with that revelation. “Sigrid,” Greg caught at her hand tugging her back and she paused to glance at him. He was slightly out of breath. “Not all of us are vampires.”

The Concordia, Twelve Hundred Years Before The bow of the ship was carved into the shape of a ferocious bare-breasted woman, her sharply pointed vampire teeth displayed by a savage snarl and her twisting hair blowing out around her in exquisite detail. “She is beautiful,” Sigrid exclaimed in awe looking up as their rowboat skirted the boat. “I did not see her… Or was it another ship?” She looked at the other ships anchored in the bay around them. Like ant-trails across the water, the rowboats transporting passengers and supplies wove through the waves to the other vessels.

"You’re wondering where they got the blueprint." She didn’t say it. She just nodded. The morning after, Seraphina walked through the northern patrol yard. Guards lined up for briefings. She sat with Matteo, scrolling through the Aurora files on her secure pad. A seventh color blinked—faded olive—mapped in Tunisia, meant for grain silos. “Icelandic passage?” Matteo asked. She tapped a vessel name. “RV Meridian. Came through Malta, stayed fifteen hours.” Ghost vessel. No flag. No cargo trace. But her eyes, trained in the weeks since Adriana’s end and the Kotor betrayal, caught a small symbol—an Aurora silver phoenix etched faintly near the bridge controls.

Alfi, Herman, Varz, Jeje, Buriko, and ßenlong exclaimed. "Megumi! What are you doing there? Get back!" Alfi exclaimed. "Tsk." Megumi jumps back to Alfi's bracelet. "So, wanna do it?" GEM-B just smiles at Cocong, "YES!" Kartika, Aoi, and Megumi exclaimed with sparkling eyes. "HELL NO!" Alfi, Herman, Varz, Jeje, Buriko, and ßenlong exclaimed. "Megumi!" Alfi exclaimed. "Tsk." Megumi jumps back to Alfi's bracelet.

The twin monks were adroitly turning the junco so the two ships would be broad to broad. Below deck and through the ice embrasures of their damaged hull, Temujin could only partly see the problem. He couldn’t see anything past the bow, only the decoration under it that was a full-body figure of the sea god Watatsumi holding a trident. Nevertheless, he had a sneaky feeling that a white Slayer was protecting the pirate ship with a sort of air barrier.

When he sensed the immense power of an angelic artifact early the next morning, Finnley knew that the day had arrived. Since the ship immediately began shaking due to the fierce waves, several of the girls on board were terrified. Though Mila herself remained calm—and had done her best to keep everything under control—, in the end, she was just a commoner. It was way beyond her power to resist the power of the super angelic artifact, the Soluna Deus Sect’s Celestial Avian…! Shortly after, a massive whirlpool formed, and just like a massive mouth in the ocean, it quickly swallowed the ship and everyone onboard…

Who else was coming? Luckily Yumena was a Vampire because it barely took five minutes to set the table. "You can finish up," Yumena referred to the utensils. She had already placed ornaments in the center of the table and all plates and soup bowls were on the table. She was currently placing the glasses and I didn't understand why we needed more than one glass for drinking.

“Well we have a big ass submarine. As if the shark would take some interest in us.” “It’s a Meg!” Skyr suddenly said, but his eyes were avoiding mine as he said this. “That...darn...demigod...Byron.” Skyr tapped his foot nervously on the ground. “Y-Yeah. He probably let his Megs...out to play again.” Jack added. I pursed my lips as I observed these two acting like robots. I pointed at the two of them with my finger. “Whatever drug you two are having, please get rid of it. You are both acting like idiots. Sorry, general, but I just have to say something.”