After dealing with that useless Leviathan, I was excited to move my body in the seawater. After all, it had been hundreds of years since I had moved my body, so it was quite thrilling. I stretched my tentacles and made various movements in the sea, occasionally leaping out of the water. However, I quickly calmed down after the momentary excitement. In front of me was a sea area in ruins after the battle with the Leviathan, and the schools of fish that had surrounded me had diminished a lot. After calculating carefully, I discovered that Leviathan had been coming to harass me about every ten days, which had resulted in my fish population shrinking by as much as 20% over the year. Thinking of this, I became angry again. That annoying Leviathan, that piece of trash, I would eventually have to fix him up! However, given this idiot's patience, he probably wouldn't stop harassing me. So, this place was probably not a good place to stay. Since that was the case, I decided to move. After all, I hadn't left the house for a few hundred years, so it was good to exercise my muscles outside. Where should I move to? Hmm... Let's go to the Mediterranean Sea, even though it's not far away. But Leviathan was definitely too stupid to find me there, so it was enough. Besides, I still had a contract with the captain of that knightly order, and they still owed me a lot of offerings. Hehehe... This time, they could supply me with salted fish. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but learn from humans and suck in some seawater, but it didn't matter since I was a marine creature. After making up my mind, I began to move. First, I had to deal with all the schools of fish in the fishery. It was unrealistic for me to lead them on a migration, since it would be too big of a target and too slow. It could easily be discovered by that stupid Leviathan. So, I definitely couldn't take the fishery with me when I left. But fortunately, I had a professional to help me with this problem. Thinking so, I emitted a sonar wave into the ocean, calling for my faithful henchman, the “bishop fish.” This guy's name was Wynheim Trini, a 50-meter-long humanoid octopus. Initially, Wynheim was actually a human. More accurately, he was a Vatican priest. But then, how did he become a humanoid octopus? This takes us back to my origin with the knightly order. Hundreds of years ago, one day, I was caught by the Crusader fleet while napping on the sea. At first, the soldiers of the Crusade wanted to kill me, but their swords and weapons couldn't hurt me at all. Moreover, I was idle at the time, so I didn't resist and just let them play around with me. After trying various methods like cannons, crossbows, arrows, guns, and Greek fire, they were all ineffective. Helpless, the Crusader fleet decided to hand me over to the Vatican for punishment. At that time, I didn't think it was a big deal, but it turned out that I had been fooled. The Magus from the Vatican used magic to separate my divine body from my physical body. Then, he separately suppressed my physical body and my divine body in the "Divine Punishment Inferno" on the coast of Yafo and the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem. Jerusalem, as the holy city of the Abrahamic religions, was blessed by the power of the Apocalypse. In this sanctuary that had been sealed, even though I was a mythical creature with the ancient god body, I couldn't escape the Magus's constraints. Fortunately, according to the constraints of the rules of the world, mortals without divine or magical powers could not kill gods and mythical creatures. Therefore, except for being somewhat weakened, the Divine Punishment Inferno didn't have a significant effect on me. That's how I spent over a hundred years in the Jerusalem Dungeon. One day, I suddenly felt that the Magus's power that had suppressed the inferno had weakened a lot. Just as I was about to take action, the gate of the dungeon opened. A man who claimed to be the captain of the "Hospitaler Knights" released me from the inferno. It turned out that Jerusalem was under siege by the infidel king Saladin, and the knightly order leader hoped to get help from me, a dangerous heretic. I told him that I couldn't help because my divine body had been separated from my physical body for too long, and my power was very weak. Moreover, the holy city was deep in the desert, far from the ocean, and the various abilities of my divine body couldn't be utilized. The captain was very disappointed, but still released me.A month later, the Holy City was conquered by Saladin. The commander led the knight order and refugees, including myself, to flee towards the coast. Seeing the anxious look on the commander's face, I suggested escaping towards the coast of Jaffa. Although he was skeptical, he followed my advice. Meanwhile, Saladin's army closely pursued them. Eventually, the knight order and refugees were surrounded at the beach of Jaffa. Seeing the ocean once again, I plunged into the water and merged my divine body with the body that had been asleep in the depths of the ocean. Then, I appeared as a massive ancient god on the beach. Saladin's soldiers were frightened by the sudden appearance of the giant creature and kneeled down to pray. I explained the situation to the commander using divine telepathy, and he evacuated all the civilians onto my back. Once everyone was aboard, I used my body as a ship and led the refugees of the Holy City to safety on the island kingdom of Cyprus under the guidance of the knight order.
Just then, that guy Wynheim showed up. He was a messenger sent by the Vatican, and he showed no compassion towards the exhausted knights and refugees. He accused them of being cowardly and losing the Holy City. Not only that, but he also threatened to report the Hospitaler order's collusion with the heretics to the Holy See and to throw me into hell. When I heard the words "hell" and "fire," I was furious and sprayed ink all over his face. But I wasn't satisfied with that, so I turned him into an octopus. Perhaps due to conflict between the power of Cross, which Wynheim held, and my ancient god power, he didn't become a pure octopus, but one with a human face. After transforming, Wynheim spent three whole days grieving at the bottom of the sea. However, he soon cheered up and crawled up to me, apologizing and calling me an "agent of God." Then he muttered something like "becoming an octopus was God's test for me" and "I'm supposed to spread the gospel at the bottom of the sea." So, he began preaching to the sand eels. At first, I laughed for a whole week, but soon I stopped finding it funny.
Wynheim was a real piece of work! He twisted Jesus' story of feeding the multitude with five loaves and two fish into a claim that "believing in Jesus can greatly benefit the reproduction of fish." So, using my name, Winnie became a figure of importance among Mediterranean fish folk like the Eastern "Guan Yin of Fertility." I was devastated when I first saw that schmuck telling a bunch of old sea turtle couples that "reciting the Gospel of Mary can lay many eggs." However, I gradually got used to these absurdities and his ilk. Eventually, Wynheim developed his twisted doctrine into a system, although it was full of ridiculous claims like "the connection between the virgin birth of Mary and the egg fertilization of fish." Nonetheless, he became a renowned religious authority throughout the Mediterranean. I not only didn't oppose his behavior but also strongly supported it.
A philosopher who was an heretic in the divine punishment hell once told me, "Religion is a tool that rulers use to numb and enslave people." I could not agree more with the statement. Therefore, viewed from the perspective of real-world benefits, Wynheim's preaching was extremely helpful for my fish farming. As the North Sea ruler, I should govern the ocean's fishery just like a human emperor. I started to support his preaching work vigorously, and gradually, Wynheim became my most loyal sea henchman. With his help, I managed my fishery with great order and planning. However, outside of managing the bathhouse, preaching remained his primary task. I didn't interfere with it. Therefore, he usually spent half a year away from the North Sea, managing what he called his "Mediterranean diocese." This time, though, I'm afraid I'll have to move to the Mediterranean for good. I might as well ask this preacher to help me move my fish there.
