From deep within the submerged shadow, the Phantom Pirates peered upward at the distorted world above them. Through the wavering surface of the Shadow Layer, they could see five silhouettes—five terrifying Loose Immortals—hovering directly above where the Shadow Pearl had sunk.

It felt like watching gods stare at a pond, looking for fish.

The Immortals probed the area with Divine Sense. Threads of spiritual power brushed the surface of the shadow ocean... but their probing didn’t penetrate. Not even an inch.

One Immortal extended a finger and gently tapped the surface.

To him, it felt like touching the shadow of a tree— utterly intangible, powerless to grasp or enter.

Inside the Shadow Pearl, the tense crew let out a collective breath of relief.

"So... they can’t come in, right?" asked Taka.

In his Phantom Pirate form, he was a walking silhouette of an octopus monster—eight wiggling shadow tentacles and glowing yellow eyes. His voice still stuttered adorably.

Darla turned toward him. "Taka... non-combatants are supposed to stay in the Pocket Dimension during Phantom Mode."

"I–I c-came because the c-captain asked me to make s-stamina food. From R–Red Rock Sea Urchins... a-and Deep Sea Boom Clams... I was going to i-invite you to help cook, but the ship suddenly w–went Phantom Mode..."

"Stamina?" Darla blinked, then rubbed her forehead. "Never mind."

She answered his earlier question instead.

"And yes. They can’t get inside. Our shadow-escape array was discovered by the captain inside the Abyss. It’s almost impossible to recreate. They used incredibly rare materials—so rare that it took ten thousand attempts from multiple array masters before they perfected it."

Tuman—another background crew member—raised a hand. "But if the materials were rare, how did they use them ten thousand times?"

Darla closed her eyes.

"Why do the characters who barely appear suddenly have so many questions...?" She massaged her temples. "The answer is simple. Our captain is super duper rich. He has... ways. Just accept it. Now both of you—go wait for orders."

"Aye, Miss Darla!" Tuman saluted and left.

Taka nodded shyly. "T-then I’ll go m-make Underwater Drumstick S-soup... it’s good f-for stamina. E-especially for... uh... ’that’ kind of—"

"Stop. Just go," Darla interrupted.

As he scurried away, Darla mumbled under her breath, "Why does Tyler suddenly need stamina...? What is he doing now...?"

Before she could think further, Myrtle teleported into the control room.

"Yo! Do we have a way to escape this?" Myrtle asked, planting her hands on her hips. In her tanned beast form, her red eyes glowed faintly.

"No freaking way," Darla replied. "Even if we sent out Vice-captain Lily, Zuzia, Su Fei, and Tyler all at once, I doubt we’d survive five Loose Immortals. Stepping outside would be suicide."

Myrtle pouted. "Hey, I’m strong too, you know!"

Su Fei snickered behind her. "Funny. I didn’t see you during the Red Dragon Boat battle."

"I was told to take care of the ship! That’s why I didn’t fight!"

"Convenient excuse."

"You rabbit-eared troublemaker!"

"Fox-brained turtle-hater!"

"Did you forgot that your orginal form is a Fox?"

The two immediately began arguing again, throwing insults that grew more absurd by the second.

Darla simply slid them out of her awareness like moving a spam folder.

As she continued monitoring the shadow barrier, a sudden pulse of energy flickered behind her.

Serena appeared.

Except this time, she looked... rattled.

"Emergency," Serena said. Her voice— usually calm and robotic —held something close to panic.

"I know," Darla said, pointing upward. "Five Loose Immortals are outside. We can’t—"

"Not that," Serena interrupted sharply.

"It’s Tyler."

Darla blinked.

The room went quiet.

Even Myrtle and Su Fei paused mid-argument.

"What about Captain Tyler?" Darla asked slowly.

Serena’s hologram flickered, her expression tightening in a way that made the hair on Darla’s arms stand up.

"I cannot explain fully... but Tyler is undergoing something like a... transformation." She paused, searching for the right word. "A breakthrough? No... it’s different. Something is interfering with his consciousness."

"Is he hurt?" Darla asked.

Serena shook her head. "Not physically. But mentally and spiritually... something is shifting."

"How bad?" Myrtle asked.

Serena looked at them, her usual mechanical stillness replaced by something disturbingly close to anxiety.

Serena said. "His emotional indicators are unstable."

Darla stiffened. "Unstable? What unstable?"

Serena hesitated— something she never did.

"Em. His libido."

"What?" Myrtle dumbfounded voice resonated.

"Only Zuzia is fighting him. But it seems like she will also be defeated in no time."

---

The girls entered the ship’s pocket dimension, stepping into a completely different world. Unlike the silent, gloomy Nox Pass outside, the inner realm was warm, bright, and filled with artificial sunlight. But the peaceful atmosphere shattered the moment they walked deeper toward Tyler’s chamber.

Because they saw... victims.

Dozens of maidens—those Mathilda had previously bought here for enjoyment and maids that works here— were lying all over the ground. Their hair was messy, clothes torn, eyes unfocused. Some were twitching, others sprawled out like they had just survived a hurricane. They all are covered by suspicious liquids that flowing from their mouth hole, other mouth hole, some had flowing even from the third hole too.

But all of them seems satisfied.

Darla, Myrtle, and Su Fei froze in place.

"...What in the world happened here?" Myrtle whispered.

"They look like they’ve been through a fierce battle..." Su Fei muttered, horrified.

Serena materialized beside them. "They are all alive. None suffered fatal injuries. And none of them were forced.."

"Hmm... He did it , right?" Darla asked.

Serena didn’t answer.

They followed the trail of collapsed bodies deeper inside. Along the way, they found broken beds— snapped frames, shattered headboards, mangled mattresses—each with multiple girls lying on top as if they’d all been caught in some violent shockwave. They also couldn’t move, covered with suspicious liquid. Also some are kissing each other even though they can barely move.

"What happened in here... an Apocalypse?" Su Fei asked, voice trembling.

"No..." Serena said. "Tyler is undergoing something similar to an uncontrolled libido. His lust is leaking out, these maidens voulnteered themselves to stabilize him. But–"

They reached another chamber with a soft, cloud-like floor. Many more victims were scattered everywhere —disheveled, exhausted, defeated.

Mana and Lanny lay among them.

"Lanny! Stay with me!" Myrtle cried, rushing to her.

Lanny weakly lifted her head. "Myrtle... Tyler... he’s a MOANster..."

Then she passed out.

"You means monster, right?" Myrtle’s eyes twitched, "This is BAD."

They pushed forward— and what awaited them made all three girls freeze.

Tyler was fighting Zuzia.

Or rather—Zuzia was barely surviving.

The dragon girl was covered in full of Tyler’s Lust, hair messy, aura flickering wildly. Tyler, shirt ripped, eyes glowing with unstable power, had her pinned down beneath him and pounding harder from behind. The air around him crackled with uncontrolled energies , bending the cloud-like floor under his feet.

"Princess!" Myrtle yelled, sprinting toward Zuzia.

"Myrtle, WAIT—!" Darla shouted, but it was too late.

"If you want to fight," Myrtle said, forcing steel into her voice at the same time she is blushing, "then fight someone conscious. Fight me!"

Tyler’s expression twisted with unstable energy.

Tyler turned toward the newcomer, power flaring dangerously. Myrtle skidded to a halt, swallowing as she took in Tyler’s body. It was Hot young body with multiple ABS. Even though he just messed up with so many girls, he still looked energetic, and his long rod looked like it would go 100 more rounds.

"He’s... completely berserk!" Myrtle sighed. She turned removed her dress and jumped on him.

She kissed him deeply as she made him fall.

"The hell is happening?" Darla whispered, horrified.

"I attempted to inform Mathilda," Serena said, "but she said— and I quote— ’Busy with final experiment,’ then promptly ignored me."

Su Fei groaned. "Great. Our Horny alchemist is unavailable during a crisis. She doesn’t even know captain is fuckin all her toys."

"What about Astrid? Can she heal him?" Darla asked. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Serena pointed.

In the corner of the battlefield, Naked Astrid was lying on a pile of soft cushions —fast asleep with the most blissful smile on her face. Her wings drooped comfortably, and her glowing halo flickered like a night light, "Don’t Stop... Tyler..." She muttered.

"She attempted a healing spell earlier," Serena explained. "But instead when Tyler touched her hand, she gave in immediately and spread her wings along with her legs."

Darla slapped both hands to her face. "Of course she did."

Myrtle let out moans as Tyler’s aura surged again. Zuzia, half-conscious, crawled toward Darla.

"Darla, cook me some stamina food... Where’s Taka?" Zuzia groaned, licking some suspicious things from corner of her mouth.

"So you’re the one who ordered that?" Darla’s face twitched. "I should’ve known."

"Wait, let me help," Su Fei said, stepping forward. Her form shimmered as she shifted back into her fox-girl appearance. She loosened her armor plates, letting them drop piece by piece before she became naked.

"I can hold Captain off for a few more hours with this stupid turtle," Su Fei muttered, jerking her thumb toward Myrtle.

"I’m not a turtle!!— aaan.... actually, never mind," Myrtle said, already too exhausted to argue.

Darla sighed and removed her dress and said with a red face, "Fine. How could I not help at this point?"

The three exchanged nods— united by desperation, chaos, and one extremely out-of-control captain.

Veronica - Now Priscilla and Moeko also arrived. But Priscilla dragged Moeko away who also wanted to join.

---

Meanwhile, outside the Shadow Pearl...

Five Loose Immortals hovered above the ocean, arms crossed, expressions smug.

"They’re probably panicking inside right now," one said, laughing. "I bet half the crew has already fainted from terror."

The others nodded in agreement, utterly confident.

None of them had any idea what was actually happening inside the ship but not due to fear.