Chapter 171 The Gigantic Octopus

Chapter 171 The Gigantic Octopus
Lil
After defeating all the enemies in the Land of Dreams, Cain and I went back to the world of humans through a portal located near the waterfall where we first appeared when we were sucked by it in the abandoned house.
Although we decided to separate ways, I still think about Kaila. I hope she will be alright. I've fought with strong enemies, and I'm sure she's going to fight strong enemies too. May the gods in heaven keep her safe.
Cain and I entered the portal and appeared at the abandoned house. I was surprised to see that the lizards were already dead, lying on the floor with their eyes white and their bodies full of bruises and lumps on their heads when we came out. It seems like Kaila and her master have gotten out first. Perhaps they noticed the portal before we did.
"Are you ready to fight your next enemy?" Cain asked.
"When was I not ready?" I replied.
"Let's go then." Cain extended his hand to me.
I held Cain's rough hand, and he brought me to an island. I couldn't understand why most of my enemies were living near the ocean. The sky was bright, and the wind was mild. The ocean lay so calm and blue that it was hard to believe that it could be so cruel and angry.
Before my eyes, the water ebbed as if being pulled back by a powerful mythical creature or the moon's gravity. Then, like a slingshot, it released back a tall wall of water, ready to devour everything in its way and wipe everything out.
There was no better way to avoid being taken away by the big wave. I turned my arms into wings with black and white colors, not matching but beautiful. Then I soared to the skies full of lightning.
Oh my, if only Icarus were more careful, he wouldn't fall from that height. If only he were more obedient to his father and wasn't blinded by so much freedom—I think so much freedom can kill you too. You think that you can do anything and forget your limits.
It's my first time flying with wings, and I'm not a bird, so it's kind of difficult to maintain my balance, and I plummeted down, but before I could fall down the tsunami and kick the bucket full of red wine and be buried six feet down the ground, I controlled my momentum, and it helped me regain my balance on the tightrope, but I'm not an acrobat.
Soon, I find myself enjoying the view from the skies. I flew faster than the time it takes for the lightning to strike. Then, a man appeared in front of me. It was that man in stoicism, an ancient Greek school of philosophy founded in Athens by Zeno of Citium, or maybe I got it wrong, for he looked like Zeus, the Greek god that controls lightning.
"Who are you?" He asked in the deep, mature voice of a man. He has big muscles in his abdomen and is only wearing a white towel that hangs from his waist. "What are you doing in the skies?"
"I'm Lil, and as you can see, I'm not an angel but a mere human, a boy," I said.
"If you are just a boy, then how come you can fly like the birds?" he asked, touching his chin in curiosity. His eyes travelled to my wings.
"I have superpowers," I replied simply.
"Superpowers? Interesting... If you have superpowers, then you must be a hero," he said.
"Not all heroes have superpowers, and not all who have superpowers are heroes," I replied.
"You may be right, but with great powers always comes great responsibility. The gods give you that power to do what you need to do, to rid the world of all evil."
"But it's not the gods that gave me this power. It's given by someone who's been cursed, and maybe it's an evil power, but still, I choose to do the right thing."
"Power is neutral. There's no such thing as good or evil power. It always depends on the user if he wants to use it for evil or for good things," he said.
"You're right," I agreed. "I think it's time for me to go now. My master is waiting for me down there."
"Uh, um, bye," he said, waving his hand.
I flew down the island and landed on the ground. The tsunami is already gone. There's nothing left from the island except for the land itself, but not a single tree or plant; it became bald. What a dangerous place for people to stay—that might be the reason why nobody's here except for me. I looked around for Cain, but he's not here anymore. I don't know where he went. Maybe he got thrown away by the tsunami. He suddenly appeared in front of me, almost giving me a heart attack.
"Where have you been?" I asked, my hand on my chest.
"Just got wiped away," he replied and went behind me, his eyes sparkling as if he wanted to touch my wings. "You've got amazing wings. The white one represents good, and the black one represents evil, like the yin and yang."
"So that's what it means?" I asked, turning my arms back to normal and facing him. "Shall we go and find my enemy?"
"You haven't defeated your enemy here yet. I want to watch you fight with your enemy," he said.
"I thought that tsunami was my enemy." I scratched the back of my head and smiled awkwardly. "Can you tell me something about my enemy?"
"No need for that. It's coming here." Cain pointed at the ocean.
A large, eight-tentacled thing came out from the water. It has lots of eyes around its slimy, thick head. Its skin is dark violet rather than pink. The ground trembles as it crawled toward us. Its size is a three-story building.
"What a gigantic octopus!" I exclaimed in shock and fear at the same time. I know I'll die with just one hit of its tentacles. I've never fought or seen such a thing before. It sent shivers down my spine.
"You can do it, Lil. Remember all those battles you've been through. You're not here for nothing," Cain tried his best to encourage me.
"Thanks for encouraging me, Cain," I replied. Memories flooded back to my mind like pictures one after another. All those struggles, pain, and wounds I've been through in the past—they weren't for nothing.
I dodged as the octopus slammed its wide, thick, and slimy tentacle toward me. The ground trembled, causing a high-magnitude earthquake. The gigantic octopus is so advanced that it has already seen my next move and strokes another tentacle toward me.
I would have been flattened like butter if I hadn't stopped time immediately. I turned my arms into razor-sharp katanas and cut through the tentacle. I can't focus on fighting it while controlling time. That's my weakness. I might be powerful, but I can only use one skill at a time. I'm still learning how to use multiple skills at once.
The octopus growled as I cut its tentacle. It seemed to have felt pain. It regenerated its severed tentacle and continued attacking me. It's brilliant and tough at the same time, like a boss on a dungeon floor in a game I used to play when I had a smartphone.
I kept dodging the gigantic octopus's attacks and sliced its tentacles, but it continued regenerating its severed parts. However, it shrinks every time it uses its energy to restore its parts. It became smaller, from a three-story building to a single-story building. I can easily climb it now.
It'd be more difficult to give it time to regenerate its body and continue dodging its fatal blows, so I used my finisher attack. I cut off all its tentacles at one go; black blood gushed out from its tentacles like fountains of ink before it fell down to the ground like a peanut butter.
I stood on the ground, with my swords on my sides, covered in black ink, like a hero who has just defeated an evil dragon. I turned my arms back to normal and jumped in victory. "Yoo-hoo!" I exclaimed.