Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 353 – Are You Trying to Tell Me How to Do My Job?

Lin Fan floated in the water, the black hem of her dress spreading out behind her like a blooming ink lotus.

She looked at the massive creature before her, a hint of playful mockery curling at the corner of her lips.

“Rough around the edges, sure, but this frame is definitely sturdy.”

Lin Fan gave this strange fish a mental score.

Mid-Seventh-Tier strength, plus that suit of bony armor—out here in this enormous elven lake, it was an unstoppable tank.

“ROOOAR—!”

The Dunkleosteus let out a low, guttural bellow.

The sound wasn’t loud, but it carried a trace of hesitation and inner conflict.

Its intelligence wasn’t high—roughly the level of a three-year-old human child.

On one side stood the pride and hunger of an ancient apex predator; on the other, the aura radiating from that woman that made it want to kneel.

These two emotions were locked in a frantic battle inside its walnut-sized brain.

“Still not convinced?”

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

She slowly lifted her right hand and lightly tapped with her index finger.

She didn’t unleash any earth-shattering technique—she simply gave a gentle pluck to the “thread” connected deep within the Dunkleosteus’s soul.

Over the past few days, this creature had devoured no small number of the small fish that had drunk Lin Fan’s Holy Water.

That energy, imbued with Lin Fan’s Psychic Imprint and life essence, had long since seeped into its Mental Sea.

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Hum!

A warm current instantly detonated within the Dunkleosteus’s body.

It was the most comfortable sensation it had felt in days—like returning to its mother’s embrace, or soaking in the purest spirit essence.

And the source of that sensation was none other than the woman before it.

All the Tyranny, hunger, and bloodlust vanished in that instant.

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Replaced by absolute submission.

The Dunkleosteus, which had been thrashing its tail and coiling to strike, had the red light in its eyes fade in an instant.

Its colossal body slowly descended, and its terrifying maw—like a meat grinder—gradually closed shut.

Then, before the horrified gazes of everyone watching.

This deep-sea behemoth that had nearly destroyed the entire city swam cautiously to Lin Fan’s side, like a wronged little puppy.

Its massive head gently nuzzled against her calf.

It even moved with impossibly tender care, afraid that its rough bony armor might snag Lin Fan’s stockings.

By this point, Lin Fan had already deactivated her Spiritualization state, using Mental Strength to form a thin membrane around herself to keep the water from soaking her dress.

“That’s a good fish.”

Lin Fan reached out, not minding the slippery texture, and patted the enormous fish head.

“From now on… I’ll call you Chubby.”

The Dunkleosteus obviously couldn’t understand such a rustic name, but it could sense its master’s mood and happily flicked its tail.

BOOM!

That unconscious tail flick sent a surge of undercurrent that flattened an entire coral grove hundreds of meters away.

“…”

Down in the crystal city below, there was dead silence.

At that moment, whether it was the beautiful mermaids or the ferocious Jiaoren, everyone’s jaws hung open as they stared blankly at the scene above.

This was absolutely absurd!

That was an ancient giant fish!

The nightmare of these waters, a monster that could bite through even the hardest obsidian!

Moments ago, it had been snarling and ready to devour people—and now it was being petted like a pet?

“That woman… who exactly is she?”

Cook, the chieftain of the Jiaoren, was trembling as he gripped his trident.

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His amber-yellow eyes were filled with shock and uncertainty.

As the foremost warrior of the Jiaoren tribe, he believed in strength and bloodshed.

He had never seen a Dragon Clan member before. In his understanding, the most powerful being in these waters was this ancient giant fish.

The fact that this woman could tame such a ferocious beast meant she was formidable.

But formidable as she might be, this was still their territory.

“Hey… you up there!”

Cook steeled himself and shouted.

That single shout nearly scared Hathaway, the Merfolk Queen beside him, half to death on the spot.

Hathaway whipped her head around, her stunning blue eyes filled with sheer terror, wishing she could rush over and sew that fool’s mouth shut.

Are you blind?

Can’t you see the pair of horns on her head?

Can’t you see that aura that would make even a Level Seven beast kneel and sing in surrender?

That’s a Dragon Clan member!

A Pureblood Dragon Clan member—the legendary apex predator at the top of the continent’s food chain!

Unfortunately, Cook was ignorant and had never ventured beyond these waters.

Waving his bone trident, he shouted with a thick tongue: “Whoever you are! This is territory protected by the elves! This freakish fish destroyed our city, and you just taking it away… that’s against the rules!”

Lin Fan’s hand, which had been stroking the fish, paused.

She slowly lowered her head, her golden-purple vertical pupils piercing through hundreds of meters of deep water to land on Cook.

Peak Level Six.

Ugly… truly ugly.

Skin like a toad’s, teeth jutting out every which way, and covered in disgusting pustules.

Lin Fan was shallow about looks.

And she was an extreme double-standard when it came to appearances.

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The Dunkleosteus was ugly too, but it was a majestic ugliness—an ugliness full of brutal aesthetics.

But this Jiaoren… this was genuinely revolting.

“You… telling me what to do?”

Lin Fan’s voice was soft, yet it struck Cook’s ears like a thunderclap.

The next second.

Lin Fan’s figure vanished.

When she reappeared, she was standing right in front of Cook.

Even though that faint protective barrier still separated them.

At this distance, Cook could even make out the length of Lin Fan’s eyelashes, and the… disdain… visible in those eyes.

“I said—”

Before Cook could react, he tried to puff himself up.

Smack!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the silent underwater city.

Cook’s two-meter-tall burly frame flew through the water like a ragdoll, sent hurtling away.

He spun more than a dozen times in the water, smashing through three massive stone pillars in succession, before finally crashing into a shell-shaped house, where he lay motionless—alive or dead, unknown.

“Noisy.”

Lin Fan hadn’t even used her Mental Strength—that was purely her Level Seven physical power.

“These days, even the small fry dare to shout at me.”

The entire scene was frozen in shock.

The Jiaoren warriors who had been about to rush forward and help stood as if struck by a paralysis spell, barely able to keep their weapons in hand.

One slap?

That was their foremost warrior! A peak Level Six powerhouse!

And he was swatted away like a fly?

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“Your Excellency… no, esteemed Dragon Clan elder.”

A pleasant, trembling voice rang out.

Hathaway, the Merfolk Queen, swam forward.

Her golden fishtail swayed gently in the water as she crossed her hands over her chest and bowed deeply to Lin Fan.

Her posture was one of absolute reverence—and absolute humility.

“I am Hathaway, leader of the Merfolk here.”

Hathaway raised her head, a hint of pallor on her exquisitely breathtaking face.

She was clever.

The moment she saw Lin Fan make her move, she knew this was someone who absolutely must not be provoked.

Even a hundred times more terrifying than that giant fish.

“The Jiaoren have lived at the bottom of the lake for generations and have never seen the wider world. If we have offended you, great one, please… show us mercy.”

Lin Fan’s gaze fell upon Hathaway, and his eyes softened considerably at once.

That was more like it.

Beautiful to look at, pleasant to listen to—this was the proper attitude for speaking with someone stronger.

“You know who I am?”

Lin Fan studied the mermaid queen with keen interest.

He had to admit—the figure, the looks. Though still a notch below his own true form, she was far more beautiful than Long Xuan.

She was definitely prime material for an Epic-grade Skin.

Especially that golden tail—every single scale looked like a work of art.

“Your horns stand proud, your pressure dominates all.”

Hathaway’s voice trembled slightly. “If the ancient records are correct… you are a noble member of the Pureblood Dragon Clan.”

“Not bad. You’ve got good eyes.”