After Teasing the Crazy Mermaid, He Actually Deceived Me into Marriage - Chapter 3

He raised an eyebrow, noticing her terrified expression, then glanced at the untouched fish beside the stone. Surprisingly, he still had the mood to ask, “Full already?”

Si Tang was too frightened to even breathe, afraid he might transform into a monster and devour her at any moment.

“You, you eat humans? Who are you really?” Si Tang stammered, her voice trembling.

If she had to die, she at least wanted to know why. But if he intended to eat her, why had he given her food in the first place?

His gaze wandered over her with amusement, as if appraising a walking, delicious biscuit. He seemed to relish her fear and casually retorted, “Since when does food ask so many questions?”

Si Tang scanned her surroundings, trying to guess his identity.

Wasn’t this world supposed to be materialistic? Could everything happening now just be a dream?

He shifted his sitting posture, his teasing, pet-like gaze still fixed on her. Tilting his head slightly, a faint smile played on his lips as if he felt inclined to engage in conversation.

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” he said. “I am the Sea God.”

Si Tang was taken aback. “The Sea God? Poseidon?”

The smile on his lips faded slightly. “No.”

After a moment, he added, “Poseidon is the name humans gave me. In truth, that’s not my name.”

So, it was still him in essence. But according to records, wasn’t the Sea God a deity from Western mythology?

Si Tang’s brow furrowed deeper, her gaze still wary and fearful, now mixed with confusion.

Seemingly sensing her fear and doubt, he explained in a lighthearted tone, “Don’t worry, I won’t eat you just yet. After all, you’re too skinny…” He trailed off, frowning as he scrutinized her from head to toe.

So, he was planning to fatten her up before eating her?

Si Tang was speechless.

Weren’t gods supposed to be benevolent and just? Why would one eat humans?

She cautiously ventured another question, “So, are you actually a mermaid? And what was that monstrous form earlier?”

He seemed to grow impatient with her chatter and replied coldly, “You’re just food. You don’t need to speak.”

“…” What a nasty-tempered deity.

Afraid of truly angering this moody and unpredictable Sea God, Si Tang wisely kept her mouth shut.

Yet, after a moment’s thought, he inexplicably spoke again, “My name is Fan Yi.”

After all, if they were going to communicate, he couldn’t have her calling him “monster” or “hey you” all the time.

“Fan Yi?” Si Tang murmured softly, searching her memory but finding no recollection of a deity by that name.

Fan Yi lazily propped his cheek on one hand. “Come to think of it, this might be the first time I’ve told a human my name. But it doesn’t matter. In a little while, you’ll become my dinner.”

As he spoke, his initially indifferent gaze visibly intensified, once again adopting that look of staring at a delicious biscuit.

Si Tang: “…”

Unwilling to give up, she tried to argue, “If you’re a god, why do you eat humans?”

“Who said gods can’t eat humans?” he replied indifferently.

Logically, he could eat anything or nothing at all but he despised the hunger that followed depleting his divine energy. Eating quickly replenished his strength, but for him, it might simply be more like an amusing game.

Different “foods” seemed to possess various flavors. And humans, as a dish, were the most intriguing snack in his exploration journey. The souls of those on the verge of death actually emitted different scents. However, it was rare for him to come across truly delectable ones.

But now. it seemed he had encountered one.

Fan Yi’s gaze toward her grew increasingly intense and peculiar once again.

Si Tang shuddered and shrank back, not forgetting to say, “I’ve never done anything evil.”

“Hmph, how naive.” Fan Yi sneered disdainfully. “Human, are you trying to tell me what to do?”

Si Tang replied weakly, “I’m just reasoning with you.”

Fan Yi scoffed, “Reasoning? What kind of thing is that?”

Can it be eaten?

Si Tang: “…”

Si Tang realized he had no concept of good or evil. He was a god, but he had no heart.

After all, no proper deity would eat humans.

Si Tang fell silent, but she knew that hoping this god would feel “compassion” and help her escape from this place. was probably as difficult as reaching for the heavens.

Without another word, she tidied up the pile of dried grass, arranging a section to serve as a pillow. She took off her life jacket and then lay flat on the grass bed.

Throughout this, Fan Yi kept staring at her. For some reason, her sudden silence felt strangely unfamiliar to him.

In his three hundred years of memories, not a single human who had conversed with him had survived beyond three seconds.

Those humans were too ugly, an eyesore.

He let out a cold snort and left almost soundlessly. The heavy stone door was effortlessly sealed shut by him, plunging the cave into deeper darkness, making the candlelight appear even brighter.

Once Si Tang confirmed there was no more movement around, she immediately got up and inspected the stone door. Aside from a few cracks, it was indeed tightly sealed.

She stared at those cracks for a long while before slowly returning to her “bed” and closing her eyes.

The chilly air in the cave relentlessly seeped into her delicate skin. Si Tang was still wearing the champagne-colored gown from the cruise ship, drenched by the heavy rain, and the cold was terrifying.

Fortunately, the fire nearby hadn’t gone out yet. Si Tang added a few more branches to it and curled up beside it, closing her eyes.

Morning.

Sunlight fell upon the clear, calm sea. In the next moment, the shoreline split into two, forming a path. A silver-haired, blue-eyed man in dark robes elegantly emerged from the sea, holding a trident with two sea bass skewered on it.

He raised his hand, and an invisible force pulled open the stone door of the cave.

What met his eyes was a petite, curled-up figure. Si Tang lay on her side on the grass bed, hugging her knees. The bonfire beside her had gone out, and her face was pale and sickly, her body alternating between chills and fever.

Si Tang had still not escaped the fate of falling ill.

A young lady accustomed to a life of luxury, how could she have ever endured such harsh conditions?

Seeing this, Fan Yi frowned and clicked his tongue. “So delicate.”

Si Tang, in her dazed state, seemed to catch a whiff of a cold, unique fragrance an indescribable scent as he drew closer. In her haze, she faintly heard him muttering repeatedly.

“If you’re about to die, I’ll devour you right now.”

“Tsk, you can’t die. I don’t want to eat a corpse.”

Si Tang: “…”

She struggled to open her heavy eyelids and saw him looking conflicted, as if considering whether to devour her immediately.

Fan Yi was indeed pondering his next move.

Should he consume both her body and soul together? Or should he wait until she was completely dead, extract her soul, and taste it first? But after devouring the soul alone, would the lifeless body still be tasty?

If Si Tang knew what this fish was thinking at the moment, she would probably faint on the spot.

Si Tang said weakly, “I, I’m too thin now, not tasty.”

Fan Yi curled his lips, “You’re about to die from illness.”

Si Tang said, “I just have a fever. Can you get me some medicine?”

In her eyes, gods were all-powerful, so fever medicine shouldn’t be too difficult, right? Or better yet, shouldn’t he cast a healing spell on her, just like in TV dramas?

Fan Yi seemed to read her thoughts and clicked his tongue, “Do you think I’m omnipotent?”

The Sea God represented the embodiment of power, useless and trivial things like healing would never be part of his abilities.

Si Tang couldn’t speak anymore. Her throat was unbearably dry, and it took her a long time to utter a single word.

“Water.”

Fan Yi wasn’t ignorant enough to give her seawater to drink. He conjured a bucket of seawater and directly separated the salt from it.

“Drink,” he said awkwardly and clumsily, bringing a bamboo tube filled with water to her lips.