"Uh... uh..."
At this moment, Hawkins had almost transformed into a shapeless mass of flesh covered in writhing tentacles. With his bones dissolving, even breathing had become extremely difficult.
Maybe just a few more minutes would pass.
The so-called deep-thinking Tier 3 Peak Pirate King would either seal the end of his life under the curse of a Demigod or devolve into a low-intelligence creature incapable of thought.
But with a soft sound emerging from the ocean floor.
It was as if a rewind button had been pressed on Hawkins, and his alienated limbs slowly returned to their original form, the eight deadly tentacles under his chin transformed back into a beard.
In just a matter of breaths, Hawkins had completely reverted to that young and handsome human form.
Clearly, after activating a month's-worth of pre-arranged plans, he had gambled and won in this last uncontrollable phase!
But it wasn't over.
