I am a sea crocodile. I’m also known as the Sewer King. A fitting name for a mighty being such as myself. Why am I called Sewer King, do you ask? Well, well… My majestic self will explain why. Be grateful, lesser being.

  As I mentioned before, I’m actually a sea crocodile. My diet consists of fish, sea monsters, and other sewer kings. I must say, even among other sewer kings I am quite extraordinary. I’ve killed ten other sewer kings and impregnated three other sewer kings. You could say I’m an alpha male.

  Get to the point? Tsk tsk, be patient, inferior being.

  If you really need to know, I am called sewer king cause I prefer to spend my downtime inside one. This thing called ‘Sewer’ is a perfect resting place for one such as myself. It’s small enough that large predators cannot bother my rest, and large enough that I can find the occasional snacks wandering about.

  What’s that? Are you saying I’m afraid of ‘Large’ Predators? Bitch please. I just don’t want to be bothered when I want to relax and chill, do you want to be bothered when you rest? I could easily one v one any ‘Large’ predators I came across. I’m the Sewer KING—with capital K. I’m a Killer~

  Now, do you understand my grandiose, puny being?

  …

  …

  Yeah, I thought so. Now scram!!! Before I kill you! I’m not in the mood for eating such weakly being such as you. I already ate a giant Sea Carp… Nay, a shark... Nay, a whale… Nay, a Sea Dragon. My stomach is full. I prefer some dessert now.

  Tap tap

  What’s this? I hear some footsteps. Judging from the sound… small beings. Perfect for an after meal snack. Lucky!!!

  Whoosh

  You see my swimming? Fast, but silent. Elegant, yet efficient. Jealous? Can’t teach you. It’s good genetics. Pure talent. No matter how hard you work, you’ll never catch up.

  Sniff Sniff

  Ooooh, what a delicious smell. Must be a human, a young one at that. Easy prey, for a great being such as me. Oh, there’s another… wait… what is this smell? Molrret? Corpse? Blood?

  Sniff Sniff

  Hmmm…hmmmm… yeah it’s probably corpse.

  If it’s a corpse, why is it moving you ask? Tsk Tsk not only you are an insignificant being, you’re stupid too.

  ‘iTs cORpsE, hOw iS it moVinG~’

  Listen up idiot!

  It must be one of those moving corpses. You can find a lot of them in this sewer. They’re a dime and a dozen.

  Now, don’t bother me. I can see them already. Watch and learn how a King hunts. maybe…Just maybe, you can come closer to a perfect being such as myself…

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  … I doubt it though. You’re nothing but a prey.

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  Kisara couldn’t believe her eyes. The rumours were true. John’s words were true. Regulus was the one who massacred the Burhan gang. The evidence was undeniable, after all, he was currently in front of her, snacking on a sewer king he just slaughtered.

  All of a sudden, Kisara heard a splash and a huge gaping mouth coming towards her. She closed her eyes for a second out of reflex. When she opened them, she saw Regulus ripping apart the sewer king. Now, he was on top of its corpse. Cracking open the head and pulling out its brain.

  “Kisara, you want? Very good.” Regulus offered the brain to Kisara.

  “Ah, no. I’m still full…thank you, Regulus.” Kisara rejected Regulus’ offer— not because her stomach was full, but because her brain was full, not knowing how to react, act, or what to think.

  “Ok.” Regulus gulped the brain. Then he went on to start munching on the rest of the corpse. He ate a handful of meat before he stopped, he remembered the reason he went on a walk with Kisara in the first place.

  “Kisara no hungry? Kisara no bread and veggies?” Regulus' question snapped Kisara out of confusion. She remembered their original purpose. “Ah, I’m not hungry. But I do want to know where to find bread and veggies… for the other kids.”

  “Ok, give Regulus a few time.” Regulus walked to the sewer wall, and he started digging.

  Kisara knew Regulus was a great digger; she saw him pop out of the street often. However, seeing him tear through bricks out of the wall and the earth itself with incredible speed was something else. From the side, it looked like Regulus dived into the wall, instead of digging.

  When she decided to peer through the freshly dug hole, she could no longer see Regulus. She started to wonder if she should follow Regulus and climb inside the hole. Luckily she chose not to. A stream of water flowed out of the hole. She knew what that water was— It was Regulus’ piss.

  Rumble Rumble Pop

  Regulus popped out from the sewer floor. He dug a new exit instead of coming out from the entrance he just dug.

  “Done. Let’s go to bread and veggies, Kisara.” Regulus started walking away from the holes and the corpse of the sewer king. Kisara followed behind him.

  “What were you doing Regulus? Why did you dig… and peed?” Kisara could not hold back her curiosity.

  “Regulus called younglings. No waste food.” Regulus' answer did not answer Kisara’s question. But the answer revealed itself soon enough.

  Rumble Rumble Rumble. Rumble Rumble Rumble.

  More rumbling. Bigger rumbling. It felt like an earthquake. After a few days of hanging out with Regulus, Kisara got used to rumbling. But experiencing a big rumbling like this underground, Kisara could not help but be afraid.

  Pop.

  Pop. Pop. Pop

  Pop.

  Molrrets— a bunch of Molrrets started to pop out from various holes. Following them was a horde of small, baby sized Molrrets with short claws. These must be young Molrrets. They must be what Regulus called ‘younglings’.

  The Molrrets approached the corpse of the sewer king. The bigger, normal sized Molrret didn’t touch the corpse. They were standing guard instead. Meanwhile the younger Molrrets swarmed the corpse. In a matter of seconds, they dispersed, returning back inside the hole— not a single bone was left.

  How fascinating.

  Kisara felt like she was starting to grasp how the Molrrets behaved. She began to understand why Regulus and the Molrrets were hellbent on feeding the street urchins.

  The Molrrets fed their young.

  If only humans could act like Molrrets.

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  Regulus and Kisara walked for a while.

  Bored, Kisara started a conversation.

  “Regulus… your clothes already tattered, huh.” Not knowing a good topic, she decided to talk about Regulus’ new clothes.

  Ana, one of the girls in the gang, sewed it for Regulus. While the boys did not mind, most of the girls did not like seeing Regulus naked. At first, the girls, especially Eda, were worried that Regulus would not like wearing clothes— He was quite feral, after all.

  Contrary to their expectation, Regulus did not mind wearing one. He thought it was fur at first and liked it because he just lost his own fur a while ago.

  However, Regulus' clothes were always tattered whenever they saw him. It did not matter how many clothes Ana sewed for him— they were always destroyed the next time they saw him.

  “Clothes not strong fur. Regulus dig, clothes gone.” Regulus explained how his clothes always tattered. As the girls suspected, it was because of all the digging Regulus did. They should consider getting him leather clothing like Ana suggested. Leather was hard to come by, but it might last longer on Regulus.

  Wait, couldn’t they just ask Regulus to get some Sewer King’s hide? Did he even know how to skin an animal? Kisara was deep in thought.

  “Kisara, Bread and Veggies here.” Regulus stopped Kisara’s train of thought. Apparently, they reached the spot where they could find bread and vegetables. Kisara could not see any such thing in their surroundings though. They were still inside the sewer after all.

  Regulus hopped up. Breaking through the sewer ceiling. Kisara covered her eyes, protecting herself from the debris. When it cleared, she looked up. To her surprise, there were already multiple holes in the ceiling. If she had to guess, they were on top of a storehouse or a granary of some kind. She finally knew where the bread and vegetables came from.

  There’s only one problem.

  The hole in the ceiling was too high for Kisara to reach.