I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 132: Fearful peace

Fixing his gaze with Timothy, the large enemy forced out a question after realising that his steps were becoming only heavier. "What did you do to me?"

The young man did not expect for the enemy to slow down this quickly, especially since the enemy had the motive to continue walking after a shot against the head.

But willing to inflict fear on the dying enemy, he decided to answer. "I realise you're stupid so let me explain. You're dying because of the venom I put in your head, be sure that this will be very painful."

Little did the young boy know, the enemy had dozed off through the little answer and crashed on the sand. That's when the system notified, [Western rock lobster killed. 1 system point has been given to you as a reward.]

[This creature is a massive abomination compared to other bodies of its kind so you get an additional 20 system points.]

[Total system points = 493]

"It was that easy?" The blue-dotted maniac uttered and then moved towards the body with a growling stomach, hunger taking over.

After taking off a couple of bites, he remembered that thousands of shrimps and lobsters had surrounded him. So to prove a point, Tim took another larger bite with the intent of ripping off a chunk as large as him - and then swam up to face the patch of brown.

"This is your king and all his power." Within a second it became a bit tricky for himself to know what that meant, but a second phrase ran through the little mind and then it was spoken out. "Your king was weak and died by my fins! Your king is gone! Or dare I say, ex-king!"

It was clear that within the crowd, the majority did not understand what the boy hollered about once he had dropped the chunk of meat on the sand. All they knew was that their king was laying dead and a little menace was the cause of it.

That's when he heard the crowd behind, break it out in a cheer that was twice as loud compared to the battle cry from earlier. It stood evident that the white-legged shrimp had unleashed such a cumulative shout, all by the aims of celebrating the failure of their enemy!

In a matter of seconds, marine animals of higher positions began approaching the young man, there was a lot of space to go around since the circle that the crowd had made, still stretched 50 feet wide.

Old looking shrimp, counting up to 3, came out of the crowd of which Timothy had full governing under and the other side pooped out the same amount of geezers as well.

Thankfully all of them were fluent in the stingray language so a mild debate was close from breaking, the little stingray is the king of both these communities now, making him the best to settle out political topics.

A lobster was the first to speak, a foot long and had antenas almost double that size, which took roots on the head like the other bodies here and stretched backwards. "I demand control of the white shrimp!"

"I demand control of the rock lobsters!" It was easy to determine which side uttered such a demand, one of the white geezers of course.

It was transparent that they hated each other will all their sense of being, although most likely this was the first time they met.

And the debate broke out further right after, a lobster geezer shouted. "These shrimp have committed war crimes in our tunnel, they've killed innocent people who weren't even in our platoons!"

"False! We've never even been to your rotten tunnel! Our community was always wealthy and never required to go low enough to attack an entire other community!" A white shrimp shouted out with absolute certainty. Hostile by tone at least although the uttered sentence was in all ways diplomatic.

"Are you calling us liars?" The biggest elder of these brown lobsters shouted and raised his front legs to submerge in battle.

"Yes! You're all liars!" The shrimp answered and repeated the same procedure.

"Silence!" The new king of both sides shouted and then threatened, "I don't want to kill old people."

"Old? I'm neat as a stick." One of the elders contradicted and forgot what he was mad about earlier.

Piling up a scheme that was equal to his size, the sea disk asked one of the lobsters. "How many lobsters does your community have?"

"After this battle, my guess is about 2,000." One of the geezers answered, not so sure about it.

Wanting to feel superior, the shrimp barged in the topic as well. "And we probably have over 4,000 shrimp."

"Nice, so now I have the command of over 6,000 bastards." Basing it from his language, it wasn't certain if he was celebrating or complaining but one thing was for sure, he intended to bash the idea in their head of who the new king was.

Noticing that the geezers didn't have anything to say right now, he laid out a command. "Look I don't care what wackass feud your two communities have but it stops here. I'm your king and you two must follow my command!"

Noticing that they were slowly swallowing that fact, he bashed another order to help them process faster. "Apart from living peacefully, both of you will now live in the reef."

The lobsters were the most shocked about this while the other side just carried a mutual look on their face. A brown geezer finally shouted out, "What the hell are you talking about?" josei

"You have ears." The new king pointed out the obvious.

And then remembered how hungry he was and just wanted to get this over with quickly, "But I can't trust neither of you so obviously you won't live close to each other."

With a bit of thought, he decided. "The white-shrimp will head to the middle of the reef and the brown-lobsters will live on the west of this exact same reef."

This led to another thought that he wanted to point out, "I haven't explored the west but my guess is that it should be calm. Remember that either of you are not to kill the reef's inhabitants and instead just hunt out of the reef for food."

"If any of you try to start another war, I will eat all of the elders on both sides." Of course dominance had to be asserted, fear works better than reason and here it had to be inflicted at a stronger rate.