Chapter 258: Planet Thalassia

Kalon returned to the high-rise and went straight to his phone.

The Intergalactic League post was already performing better than the first card. Josinia and Thea’s fight was being replayed over and over again across multiple networks.

Kalon has specifically made sure not to copyright the fight contents. He was not a greedy man. He put on these fights so that the world could enjoy high quality combat between uniquely beautiful women.

Restricting access from those who weren’t able to purchase a ticket and watch it live felt like it went against everything Kalon stood for as a man who was once bullied and left out.

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Daisy’s profile and Sifa’s profile sat under the announcement with climbing follower counts and comment sections full of the same questions repeated in different wording.

Who were they. Where had they fought before. Why was there no academy trail, no junior fighting footage, no old sponsor tags.

People dug through both pages and found nothing solid. Since the profiles contained no photos of the women, they couldn’t even use reverse image searching on the internet.

Others decided Sifa’s summoning theme was pure stagecraft and argued about it under every clip. There had been very few historical cases of awakened fighters who were able to summon creatures, so it was incredibly hard to believe.

A second wave of comments focused on the date. One week. Kalon was hosting another card in one week after a debut that had only just hit the highlight pages.

Some accounts called it ambitious. Some called it reckless. Some treated it like proof that Intergalactic League had money or backing they had not disclosed yet. None of them had the real answer, and Kalon did not plan to give them one.

In truth, the answer was simple. Kalon would hold frequent bouts purely because he could.

After seeing Sifa and Josinia fight in such a controlled and friendly manner, he realised just how interesting it was to matchmake fights and put different species against one and other.

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His message requests were worse than the public comments.

Ticket texts stacked first. People asking how to preorder. People asking if door sales would even exist by the weekend. A few names he recognised from the first event wanted guaranteed seats and were willing to pay above the listed price to get them.

Sponsor messages came in right behind that. Small combat brands. One drink company. Two gear accounts offering product and cash for logo placement on the cage posts and the stream overlay.

Then the fighter messages. Prospects from numerous acadmies around the country. Independent names that had her to have their big breakthrough in their own organisations. A couple of low-rank pros asking whether Intergalactic League was taking tryouts or signed contracts.

Kalon read enough to understand the jist of things, but he didn’t respond to many messages.

He forwarded the practical pile to the small team he had already put in place for operations and money. Most of the work did not require his attention. The business side could run while he was gone. The part only he could handle was still off-world.

He put the phone face down on the counter and opened the system.

It was time to expand his galactic reach into uncharted territories.

In other words, the next planet on his list: Thalassia.

He had left it alone while Cupid, Delphinium, and all of his other planets ate his attention. Daisy was at stage ten now. He was also much stronger than he ever had been. He felt fully confident in his ability to take on the planet that was supposedly endangered by whatever was happening in their waters.

He focused on Tide-Lady Coralia from the target list and initiated the sequence.

[Initiating Travel Sequence...]

[Adapting body to suit conditions...]

[...]

[You have arrived!]

[Welcome to Thalassia!]

Water closed around him at once.

There was no surface in sight. No sky. No ordinary ground. The whole world was water, deep and clear in some directions, darker in others, with structures rising out of the depths like grown coral and shaped glass.

Groups of small bright underwater creatures moved in the distance and vanished into blue shadow.

His body had already adapted, so he breathed underwater without struggle. Pressure sat on his skin and did not crush him. Movement felt heavier than air travel, but much smoother than it should have. When he turned his head, the water moved with him instead of against him.

Kalon took a second to confirm the adaptation was stable, then checked his surroundings properly.

He was inside a strange water house.

The walls were smooth and translucent, curved rather than cut, holding a pocket of calmer water inside of it.

Furniture was grown into the structure, seats and shelves formed out of the same material as the walls, some strange, half-solid wayer.

Light came from veins in the coral-glass and from the open water outside, filtered blue.

It was a home, not a cave, built for a body that lived in this permanently. There were no footsteps possible here. No doors in the normal sense. Just openings shaped for someone who swam through their own house.

Then he turned his head again...

A woman stood right in front of him.

Naked.

This woman was almost beyond Kalon’s comprehension.

She was half octopus, half human. Her skin was a soft green-blue shade that was slightly translucent. Her thighs were thick and her ass was so fat he could see it from the front. Despite her thickness, her waist thin and her stomach was flat. Her breasts were large enough to suffocate in, and her face was cute and expressionless.

Finally, and most importantly, she had four tentacles emerging from her back like tails, and four more coming from out of her head. The tentacles on her backside were long and dripped with a thick sticky substance. The tentacles on her head acted as hair, and moved around like they had a life of their own.

She stared at Kalon like he was the impossible object in the room.

Kalon stared back and did not speak yet.