Years Later

Five years after I solved the Nerushima nuclear wastewater crisis, many countries invited me to start a tourism project.

The main attraction:

Seeing what Nerushima’s people looked like now.

Some had lobster heads.

Some had squid legs.

Some had shapes even I could not name.

Every country that had once considered dumping nuclear waste into the sea fell silent.

No one dared mention it again.

I deeply felt that not sinking Nerushima into the deep sea had been a good decision.

At least the world finally understood the harm of nuclear wastewater.

Ten years later, Nerushima’s volcano erupted, and Atlantis exchanged positions with it.

Do not worry.

The people of Nerushima had already evolved enough to survive underwater.

The lost ancient city resurfaced.

Humanity became fascinated.

Our mermaid clan earned a fortune from tourism.

One night, I patted Lin Qi’s face.

“Wake up. I want to visit my family.”

Half asleep, Lin Qi drank the green potion.

His long legs shimmered with scales and became a tail.

Holding his hand, I pulled him through the ocean pipe built directly into our bedroom.

When we reached the Deep Mermaid District, a group of little mermaids surrounded us, begging for fairy tales.

“Once upon a time,” Lin Xuan appeared from the crowd, swishing his tail, “there was a brave little mermaid. To protect the safety of the ocean, she left her familiar home…”

He winked at us.

While the little mermaids were distracted, Lin Qi and I swam away.

Only Lin Xuan could tell one story for three days and three nights.