For many people, jellyfish are dreamlike, ethereal creatures that drift through the ocean, often appearing in large groups.
However, this impression actually has a significant flaw: the vast majority of jellyfish species are not truly social animals.
The reason they gather is often due to currents, food sources, or specific environntal factors, rather than any complex social needs.
In fact, if you place different species, or even strong individuals of the sa species, in the sa enclosed space, they will often attack each other without hesitation.
To other jellyfish, nearby mbers of their own kind are not companions—just another option on the nu.
Of course, they don’t have a “brain” as an organ, so it might just be an instinctive urge to eliminate one another.
But the Nether-Floating Jellyfish is a rare exception.
Not only are they social creatures, but they even possess their own “language.”
This thod of communication is not like humans relying on vocal cord vibrations to speak. If one had to describe it, it’s closer to how so insects use pheromones to communicate.
Nether-Floating Jellyfish are composed of “Soul-Essence,” and they release their own “Spirituality,” carrying simple yet clear intentions, to use for communication.
For Soul-Essence Creatures, this is a language that requires no learning—innate, like “getting hurt ans pain.” Anyone exposed to it can understand.
This imprisoned Nether-Floating Jellyfish was now cautiously sensing the huge, unfamiliar creature before her.
He seed to belong to the sa species as the humans who had captured her, but under the Soul-Essence Creature’s more soul-targeting “vision,” he felt different.
In the jellyfish’s “eyes,” Celt’s soul was far larger than this outer shell.
After all, they were still social creatures. Having received enough goodwill, the jellyfish chose to approach Celt.
Of course, Celt figured his Tuner ability was also playing a significant role.
Lowering vigilance, increasing trust.
Celt called this trick the “Moron Aura.”
It felt pretty useful.
Though teasing a dimwit felt a bit shady.
The Nether-Floating Jellyfish moved gently, releasing her Spirituality outward, trying to communicate with Celt.
Her translucent umbrella-shaped bell contracted and expanded softly, while the tentacles beneath its edge swayed slightly, releasing her own Spirituality toward Celt.
Yet her “words” were like stones thrown into a deep pool—they received no response at all.
Soon, she realized the strange creature before her seed a bit stupid. She had been speaking for a while, and he hadn’t understood a single word, showed no reaction, and had no intention of using Spirituality to communicate with her.
So friendly, yet so dull-witted.
She judged that this powerful being who had rescued her probably had so major defect in understanding.
This thought made her already minimal vigilance fade a little more, replaced by a mix of sympathy and protectiveness.
She even felt a bit sorry for him.
Completely unaware he was being treated like an idiot, Celt kept his hands down, trying to soothe the Nether-Floating Jellyfish.
He could sense a trace of pity coming from her, but he couldn’t quite guess what she was pitying.
He was still trying to parse the Spirituality radiating from the jellyfish. Using the “ssenger”’s sensitivity to information to collect data, then “tuning” it.
He didn’t know why he could do it, but he felt he was pretty talented.
Seeing that Celt still wasn’t reacting, the Nether-Floating Jellyfish gently nudged him with her head.
She floated up a short distance, using her soft, translucent bell-top to lightly brush against Celt’s hand, which was resting on the edge of the water tank, slightly spread open.
It didn’t push Celt at all, but it sent a few tiny ripples spreading across her own bell.
The touch was a bit like jelly—cool, slippery, with a slight springiness.
Also a bit like water, as if applying a little force with his hand would pass right through.
Celt paused for a mont, then opened his hand and stroked the softly glowing Nether-Floating Jellyfish with almost the sa gentle force.
The pressure was so light that it wouldn’t even make ripples on water.
The jellyfish seed fragile, and he was afraid of using too much force and dispersing her.
But this worry was unnecessary.
Soul-Essence Creatures exist sowhere between solid and non-solid. If the Soul-Essence Creature is unwilling, physical touch would probably pass right through them, like sticking a hand into water.
If they were displeased, the penetrating water might instantly turn into highly corrosive liquid, likely dissolving flesh within seconds.
However, through special ans, or if the Nether-Floating Jellyfish itself was willing to be touched, their physical bodies were actually a bit tougher than a normal human’s. Even if they did sustain wounds, they could recover quickly.
After all, they were extraordinary creatures capable of devouring souls—they had to maintain so dignity.
Otherwise, they’d just end up as flyswatters for prey.
In that short span, Celt had already roughly figured out how to communicate with her.
The “ssenger” naturally had the ability to directly transmit intended content into the other’s ears. The principle was to convert the information one wanted to convey into a spiritual stream of information, which would then be concretized upon entering the other’s ears.
Now, he just needed to tweak it slightly, omitting the final step, and switch to pure spiritual form.
He didn’t need to make the jellyfish “hear” sounds; he just needed to convey the aning he wanted to express.
“Alright, from now on, you’ll follow ,” Celt said with a smile as he touched her.
After the brief contact earlier, Celt had roughly determined that this level of petting wouldn’t cause any harm.
Seeing that this strange being who had rescued her had finally beco intelligent and started speaking, the Nether-Floating Jellyfish was genuinely happy for him.
Only then did she begin to process the information Celt had conveyed.
In her simple way of thinking, she didn’t see any problem with this.
In her perception, Celt was enormous enough. Beneath his outer shell, which was already a bit bigger than her, lay an even more massive species.
She had only ever felt sothing similar from the occasional “dragons” she had encountered, and those dragons didn’t seem as powerful as the creature before her.
Dragons would never protect them. The wind from a single flap of their wings could scatter the jellyfish nearby.
But a friendly being that seed even stronger than a dragon had not only rescued her but was also willing to protect her.
For a Nether-Floating Jellyfish, the concept of “swallowing humiliation to achieve a goal” simply didn’t exist.
Being able to follow a powerful creature was a good thing for them in every sense.
It was like no one would think they were being wronged if soone handed them a check for a million pounds on the street.
That wasn’t about dignity; that was being an idiot.
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