A Zoologist’s Guide to Surviving Magical Creatures Chapter 25: ʕ•̫•ʔ---How I Met The Parents to Save a Kraken’s

I was deep in the throes of responding to angry Mythigram ssages when the air in the CCP office shimred with an unearthly glow.

I blinked, convinced that the water bottle next to my desk had finally lost its mind—until I saw it.

Two towering figures, rippling with oceanic energy, materialized right in front of , their presence so imnse that the air itself seed to contract around them.

For a brief second, I thought I might have accidentally triggered so kind of CCP portal malfunction.

But no—this was far beyond anything I could have ever imagined. The figures shimred like water in sunlight, only to shrink, twisting and contorting as they deflated into two perfectly ordinary humans.

Well, "ordinary" by Mythica standards.

They were dressed in sleek, ocean-thed suits, the kind you see on those mythical royals, embroidered with symbols that probably ant sothing deep—probably "don't ss with us" or "we're from the deepest depths of the ocean."

Honestly, I didn't have ti to study their embroidery.

One of them—tall, regal, with a trident staff that looked like it could impale a ship—gave a side-eye before muttering, "I told you, they can't handle our real forms in these cramped spaces."

The other figure, slightly shorter but with a dramatic air that could rival any over-the-top villain, flicked his hand with an exaggerated flourish, taking in the sterile office with disdain.

"This is… beneath us," he said, his voice carrying a thick, salty edge. "We are here for our wayward child. We need to et with a Carl Suis?"

I froze mid-scroll, my brain only half-processing the words. Then it hit .

"Wait... are you OK's parents?" I asked before I could stop myself, the words tumbling out with the force of a rogue wave.

My heart hamred in my chest. I'd read about these two—Oceanus, Lord of the Oceans, and Ceto, Goddess of Sea Monsters—but nothing prepared for eting them in person. And certainly not in the middle of an office filled with angry Mythigram rants.

Oceanus—the taller of the two—nodded, his eyes glimring with an ancient wisdom that made feel like a flea on a whale's back. "Yes, our son. Though he's been going by his nickna—'OK,' as you call him. Officially, he is Krakenthir, son of Oceanus and Ceto."

"Great. Just great," I muttered under my breath. Of course, OK's parents would be even more intimidating than he was. I could practically hear the ocean roaring in their voices.

Before I could gather my thoughts, Ceto—the sharp-eyed one with a look that could cut through steel—turned her gaze on . "Are you… Carl?"

I nodded hastily. "Yes, yes, that's . Thank you for coming—"

Oceanus waved his hand, and in a split second, water rushed up from the floor and swallowed whole. The world blurred into a whirlpool of panic and confusion, and before I could even scream, I was plunged deep underwater.

I could barely think as the current dragged downward, faster than any free dive I'd ever done, pulling toward the ocean depths with such force that I thought my lungs might implode.

My stomach churned, my thoughts scattered like debris in the current. I tried to grasp for sothing—anything—but it was too late. The world went dark.

The sudden pressure released, and I found myself standing at the base of an impossibly large set of marble doors.

I blinked a few tis, confused, and then looked up—way up, at the monuntal structure in front of .

The palace was massive, and the towering kraken statues guarding the entrance made feel like a mouse in the presence of lions.

A servant in a blue robe ushered forward, leading into a grand chamber where two enormous thrones stood at the far end. In those thrones sat Oceanus and Ceto, both looking every bit the gods they were rumored to be.

Oceanus's beard flowed like seaweed, his eyes glowing with an unsettling mix of storm and calm. Beside him, Ceto—whose scales shimred like they'd been dipped in liquid silver—stared at with an expression that was anything but welcoming.

I took a deep breath and approached the thrones, rembering the advice I'd gotten from Dr. Philippe before this. "Be respectful, but firm," he'd said. "They're not used to being challenged, but you're their best shot at saving OK."

"Thank you for seeing , your majesties," I said, bowing low, my stomach doing flips.

Ceto's lips barely moved as she waved her hand dismissively. "Let's skip the pleasantries, Mr. Suis. We're here for our son's… troubleso behavior."

I straightened up, my nerves jangling. "Right. So, I understand that you're not happy with OK—Krakenthir and his recent, uh, dance moves?"

Oceanus's gaze sharpened. "Dance moves? He nearly drowned three islands with his last performance. The boy's lack of control is an embarrassnt to us—and to him."

I swallowed hard. This was going to be more complicated than I thought.

"I get it," I said, trying to sound calm. "But you have to understand—dancing is his passion. It's in his blood. If you just take that away from him, you'll be making the situation worse."

Ceto leaned forward, narrowing her eyes. "And you have a solution to this problem, I presu?"

I took a deep breath. "What if… what if there's a way to let him continue dancing without causing destruction? A compromise." Updates are released by novel~fire~net

Both gods were silent for a mont, exchanging a glance so subtle that I nearly missed it. Oceanus was the first to speak. "Go on, Carl Suis. Tell us your plan."

I hesitated, then plunged in.

"I propose that OK stay on house arrest—under your supervision—and that he receive a special transformation permit. One that lets him change into a human form temporarily. That way, he can dance in a safe environnt, without causing any tsunamis or… other issues."

Ceto's eyes flashed with sothing I couldn't place. "A transformation permit? So you believe this boy—our son—can be trusted to follow the rules of such a delicate agreent?"

I nodded, trying to sound confident despite the knot in my throat. "Yes. OK isn't a lost cause. He's just… misunderstood. He needs soone to guide him, not punish him. You can help him learn how to control his power."

Oceanus stroked his beard thoughtfully. "A temporary transformation… How long would this last? And under what conditions?"

"Only as long as he proves he can stay in control," I said quickly. "If he follows the rules, he can continue dancing, but if he causes another incident, the permit would be revoked, and he would return to his house arrest. It's a chance for him to prove himself without... further consequences."

Ceto exchanged another look with her husband. The silence in the room grew unbearable.

After what felt like an eternity, Oceanus sighed. "You make a compelling argunt, Carl Suis. We will agree to your terms—on one condition."

I held my breath.

"If he breaks the rules, not only will he return to his punishnt, but you, Carl Suis, will be held accountable as well. We will make sure of it."

I nodded quickly. "Understood. I won't let you down."

Ceto's gaze softened, but only slightly. "We shall see."

The tension in the air seed to crackle as we wrapped up the eting. Oceanus and Ceto were willing to give OK another chance, but they weren't exactly convinced that it would work. And honestly, I wasn't either.

Before they left, Oceanus turned to with a final thought. "One more thing, Carl Suis. You speak of using the public's anger to help our son. I am curious to see how you plan to achieve such a thing."

I hesitated for a mont, wondering how much I should reveal. But then I rembered that this was my only chance to save OK—and maybe even myself—from the wrath of these oceanic titans.

"I'm going to need funds," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "A public apology video, a Tide Relief Fund for the affected communities, and a PR campaign. We'll turn the public's anger into sothing positive. If OK can show that he truly cares about the destruction he's caused, we can make this work."

Oceanus seed to consider this for a mont. "Funds, you say? You would ask us to provide these funds?"

I nodded. "Yes. If you truly want OK to have a future beyond this, you'll need to invest in it."

Ceto smirked, but there was sothing grudgingly admiring in her eyes. "You are bold, Carl Suis. Let us see if your plan can turn the tides in your favor."

With that, the gods departed, leaving standing alone in their massive palace, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. But one thing was clear—the stakes had just gotten higher.

And I had a feeling things were about to get a lot more complicated.

As I was magically transported back to the CCP office, the weight of the deal pressed on my shoulders.

I'd made a promise to the gods, and I wasn't about to let it go down in flas. The public was furious, but maybe—just maybe—I could turn their anger into sothing that would save OK from a fate worse than house arrest.

But one question lingered in my mind—could I really pull this off?