Storm Strider 1: A LitRPG Fantasy Adventure by Maradina

Author:Maradina [Maradina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2025-10-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter eighteen

The Great Devourer

Having spent the past thirty minutes skating with her head barely hovering above the surface, Marisol surprised even herself with her sudden burst of speed.

She managed to reach the wreckage, scoop the pregnant lady up in her arms, and skate away just as the giant remipede tore through the wreckage behind her.

There was no holding back now. Straight towards the rowboat she went, putting every last drop of her strength in her legs as she skated full speed ahead.

“... Hello, miss!” she said, practically shouting over the wind and the rain as she grinned down at the lady. The Archive muttered something about ‘beginning translations’ in her ear. “What were you doing out here? Why’d you light that flare? Great Worm God, couldn’t you tell that thing was still lurking under you? Did you want to die?”

For her part, the woman didn’t respond immediately, and Marisol could see why. She was a pretty lady: curly locks of hazel hair fell past her chin, and her long, flowing velvet gown with tight sleeves was richly decorated with golden embroideries, but even a blind man could tell she was pale. Her cheeks were sunken and gaunt, her lips were parched and cracked. She was so, so light despite the heavy-looking bracelets and necklaces—she had to have been stuck out here for far longer than Marisol had been.

Still, the lady swallowed a huge gulp and mustered the strength to speak, and Marisol listened with one ear craned behind her.

“I was on… Captain Enrique’s ship,” the lady rasped, bony arms squeezing around Marisol’s neck as she looked up with teary, haggard eyes. “We were on our way… to the Whirlpool City as usual… when that remo leviatan swallowed our ship. I survived, but… should I have?”

Marisol clenched her jaw.

“My cielo, my husband, and my family are dead. I ran out of food four days ago. Nobody's coming to save me. I thought… at least, if I cracked that flare, that the remo leviatan would take both of us quickly.”

Without a word, Marisol lined up alongside the rowboat, coming to a complete halt as she let the lady off gently. Her eyes scanned the contents on the boat covered under half-transparent rainproof tarps: ten casks of freshwater, a dozen boxes of hardtacks, sacks of dried beans, and what looked like jars of dried raisins, figs, and prunes.

It was a shame the crew on the ship the rowboat belonged to couldn’t evacuate in time, but now she had them to thank for the supplies. The rowboat could easily support someone for at least a month out on the seas, and there didn't seem to be any barnacles under it as well. The remipede probably didn't notice such a tiny vessel.

“The oars are on the side of the boat, so get yourself out of this fog first, and then row every once in a while to make sure you don’t drift back in while you’re asleep!” she said hurriedly, ripping off the tarps and pointing out all the supplies to the half-conscious lady.

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