In a short while he managed to reach the tribe of white-legged shrimp, and the first that greeted him were a few large n who had arrived in the scene. They were acting as big tough guards but it was a firm reality that they were quite useless now.
They seem to be a bit more prouder in terms of achievent, so they took Timmy as just a passing by stingray - ultimately they failed to pay him any further attention after determining that he wasn't a threat.
Regardless of that kind of arrogance, the young one demanded. "I need 100 shrimp to co with right now."
The looks they gave him at that very second were filled with confusion and a few of them even began laughing, which was spread around like a disease amongst the other or the sa species. The little stingray was used to being hated, but definitely not used to being laughed at.
So towards one of the largest shrimp, he charged and managed to land a bite right against the noggin. Which apparently led to an instant kill, but yet it made sense because this species are like paper, easy to crumble.
[White legged shrimp killed. 1 system points have been given to you as a reward]
[Total system points = 135]
A good half of them gazed in shock, unwilling to believe that a little stingray had caused such a death but the rest just decided to attack. Being seen as a threat, about 30 large shrimp had surrounded him and were ready to jump into battle.
But to avoid them, the hero just swam up which basically ended the battle before it started because these shrimp can't really swim up. That's when a tone thundered amongst the crowd, "What the hell is going on here?"
In a few seconds, the president of these shrimp appeared in the middle of the battlefield and yelled out. "Why are you trying to attack our king?!"
Such a sentence ca in as a wild shock towards all of them around, it was difficult to understand how they couldn't recognize the king. Because chances favour that a lot of banter had spread amongst them about the king being a stingray!
A few of them began shaking and were sure that death was close by, while the king himself had just settled in with the thought that these shrimp are trendously stupid.
What the old man shouted after, ca in as a wild shock. "All of you who tried to attack the king, will be killed and used for food!"
The ray of fear broke out uncontrollably amongst the crowd and a couple of them even pooped out their lunch. But that's when the little hero spoke out, "No they won't be."
"But sire, they tried to kill you." The elder reminded while the latter was trying to figure out why the president was behaving this nicely towards the king. Before he hated the king with all his being, and expressed it too.
Trying to avoid any losses, he answered. "As useless as they look right now, we need these bastards."
And the topic ended there, the king's word couldn't really be fought against to a far extent. So another one was opened up, the king got straight to the point. "I need like a hundred shrimp to co and help with sothing."
"For what exactly?" The president asked, feeling that such a request was bizarre.
"There is this weird pool of tar that needs to be covered. Those fish who attacked were all crazed because of it." Perhaps it was a bad idea to spread such information but the whole reef will acknowledge this massive problem eventually.
"And you want to craze my n by sending them there?" The geezer instantly asked, feeling that this was just a trendously bad idea.
"They'll be fine as long as they don't touch the tar." The sea-pancake answered, feeling a tad agitated over this questioning. "They're under my command."
The geezer stopped the questing there as he knew that power was glowing a bit brighter on the other side, but it had to be added. "Can you at least take the weakest one? We need protectors in this community and sending the big ones to possible death is a horrible idea."
Felt like an odd request coming from soone who wanted these sa big shrimp sacrificed for food just a mont ago, but logical at least. "Okay, pick out the weakest ones."
...
It didn't take long to form a team that was mobile enough to put in physical labour. Although often a pain in the ass, that geezer was pretty good with managing any group. So within half an hour they began their journey towards the patch of holy tar.
Communication would be bleak since most do not understand the stingray languages, but this group of 100 has already been warned of what they can and can not do. The pri rule was to avoid getting touched by the holy tar and the task was to just throw any material in it.
That was the task they followed once reaching there, and a good hour went by without any casualties worth talking about. Warnings aside, this group carried individuals who were rather stupid, so complete carefulness would be a gift that this project could not achieve.
Not one but a couple of them fell in the tar, that was the situation they were forced to deal with. Since the situation led to those circumstances, Tim yelled out for everyone to get back. So heeded the command while the others were yet to understand what was going on.
A mutation was expected, the last thing he wanted was for shrimp he didn't have full control over, to gain any useful power ~ it would inevitably be a kick in the ass.
So he approached the scene and witnessed what was happening. The plan was to kill these shrimp once they were fully mutated, they can't be left wandering around.
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