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"Godmode: My Infinite Game Odyssey" is a thrilling and twisted adventure that blurs the lines between reality and an immersive, deadly game. Liam Watson, an ordinary man consumed by his obsession with wealth, is thrust into a nightmarish game where his every decision could lead to his survival or death. The game, triggered by his desperate need for money, pits him against terrifying monsters and strange allies in the haunted town of Siren Town. As Liam unravels the town's dark secrets, he discovers that the eerie wax mermaids might be more than just decorative—they are deadly predators, and their eyes can control his fate.
In this high-stakes, action-packed narrative, Liam must confront not only the monstrous creatures lurking in the shadows but also the complex relationships with those around him. As he fights to stay alive, he soon realizes that in this game, the real enemy might not be the monsters—the game itself and the dark forces controlling it.
This gripping tale promises heart-pounding suspense, dark humor, and a desperate race against time as Liam seeks to overcome his demons and the game's deadly challenges while trying to make it out with his life—and fortune—intact. Will he emerge victorious or fall victim to the horrors that await?

Godmode: My Infinite Game Odyssey

His mind began connecting the dots.

The Siren King's slumber had stripped this ocean of its usual control, allowing the dead to return as merfolk. The gruesome corpses in the net confirmed it—the missing tourists hadn't simply vanished. They'd been murdered and tossed into these waters, reborn as merfolk.

The realization hit him like a wave.

The missing tourists had been killed, robbed, and discarded into the sea. The merfolk were the byproduct, dredged up for the gruesome wax museum displays.

A grim pattern emerged in Liam's mind. Siren's Cove wasn't just a quaint tourist town but a front for a ruthless operation. The missing tourists always lost valuables, and the crime reports spoke volumes.

Tourism wasn't the town's real lifeline. It was the perfect trap.

A town fattening lambs before the slaughter.

The merfolk weren't random victims of deep-sea monsters—they were tourists butchered and thrown to the depths to be "harvested" later.

The wax museum owner's words returned to him: "No tourists, no merfolk to catch."

Of course. No deaths, no merfolk. The town needed fresh corpses for their "industry."

The horrifying genius of it all chilled Liam. The mayor likely sanctioned everything—covering up crimes, turning corpses into wax figures, and erasing all traces before law enforcement could catch the wind.

The wax figures weren't mere decorations—they were tombs encasing the spirits of murdered tourists.

Those spirits, now vengeful, cursed the townsfolk. Their curse turned villagers into warped, fish-like creatures, while the dead became eerily human wax statues in return.

Down in the ship's hold, the "charms"—those misshapen relics—were likely the cursed townsfolk themselves. And the sailors above deck? Ghosts. Not men, but monsters.

Liam narrowed his eyes. The life cycle. The wax figures were cocoons, the townsfolk the "pupae." But where were the larvae?

Liam clutched his abdomen, feeling the slick, writhing sensation of something foreign inside him. His fingers turned pale, scales shimmering faintly beneath his skin. His jawline itched as if gills were beginning to form.

Andrew, Lucy, and Gerald were still devouring the cursed meal, rapidly losing humanity. Andrew, in particular, had hunched over the table, his hair bristling into fin-like spikes, his nose lost beneath dark, slimy scales.

[WARNING: Player Liam Watson is entering aberration status. Sanity declining. Distinguish between game reality and hallucination.]

Liam exhaled slowly, realization setting in.

This is it—the final stage in the merfolk curse. The larval form.

Every tourist and townsperson who overstayed their welcome became this: a fragile, grotesque larval state waiting to be consumed or transformed.

[Siren's Cove Bestiary Updated – Merfolk (4/4)]

[Creature: Merfolk (Larval Form)]

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Andrew wiped bloody fish guts from his maw, grinning like a nightmare clown. His maw stretched impossibly wide, rows of jagged teeth glinting as chunks of flesh fell from his lips.

Despite the grotesque scene, Liam blinked slowly, keeping composure. "I remember. We were supposed to spend the night on the ship."

Andrew's grin tore to his ear as a grotesque tongue flicked over bloodstained teeth.

"How about we stay right here... in this ocean full of merfolk?"