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I had the cannon aimed at a monkfish when the left side of the ocean turned orange.
That was the only warning.
A tentacle rolled out from behind the coral. Another followed. Then the Ocean King pushed his entire head into view, wearing the expression of something that had already survived every player in the room and found the experience relaxing.
The monkfish remained directly in front of him.
I fired anyway.
My first shot struck the monkfish. The second found a Huge Angelfish passing underneath. The third disappeared into a section of tentacle broad enough to have its own tide. Bubbles erupted. Coins flickered. The Ocean King continued across the screen without altering his pace.
I stayed on the default €0.20 cannon and followed him.
The crosshair climbed over coral, drifted through a shoal and locked onto his eye. Twelve shots chased that eye toward the right side of the sea. The King accepted each impact with the mild irritation of an octopus being tapped by rain.
A Golden Clownfish swam through the beam and got caught.
The Ocean King escaped behind a rock.
The clownfish paid.
This felt less like a catch and more like the reef handing me its smallest available apology.
I let the cannon cool while the ordinary fish resumed their routes. Angelfish moved in from below. A monkfish crossed high, all mouth and no urgency. Tiny fish poured through the centre in neat groups, each one maintaining better formation than anything I had managed.
The dark Bonus Wheel sat near the edge of the screen.
It had bright wedges, a gold rim and absolutely no involvement in the emergency currently taking place.
I shot selectively for a while. A few small catches answered. One Huge Angelfish took enough fire to make me wonder whether the word “huge” referred to its body or its personal resistance to consequences. It eventually burst into coins and covered part of what I had already fired into the King.
Part.
The ocean then went quiet around the upper-right coral.
A tentacle appeared from the opposite side.
He had turned around.
I raised the cannon to €0.40.
That decision happened quickly enough to avoid receiving permission from the rest of my brain.
The Ocean King came back from right to left, closer this time, his head filling the central lane while the smaller fish scattered around him. He did not look endangered. He looked promoted.
I opened fire before the crosshair had settled.
A Huge Angelfish crossed his face and took the first two hits. A group of tiny fish caught the next burst. The monkfish returned and placed its forehead inside the aim marker, apparently determined to become part of the royal security detail.
The King advanced behind them.
I pressed Torpedo.
The sea flashed. A blast travelled through the centre and filled the screen with light, bubbles and enough underwater violence to convince every creature except the correct one.
The Torpedo caught fish.
The Ocean King continued swimming.
A Golden Clownfish spun into coins beneath him. Two angelfish vanished near his lower tentacles. The King himself moved through the explosion carrying the same facial expression he had entered with.
That was when Mega Fishing stopped being a fishing game and became a private disagreement conducted through marine artillery.
I pressed Railgun.
A white line tore across the ocean.
For half a second, the King disappeared inside it. His tentacles shook. The water lit around his head. Coins began appearing near the back of the blast, and I leaned toward the screen because this finally looked different.
The Railgun had caught a small fish behind him.
The Ocean King emerged untouched from the other side.
The small fish paid enough to fund approximately none of what had just happened.
The Bonus Wheel remained dark.
Its orange wedges sat there looking beautifully prepared for somebody else’s session.
The King was nearing the left boundary now. I had one clean section of open water between his head and the coral. No angelfish. No monkfish. No golden clown-shaped volunteers throwing themselves into the line.
I pressed Frozen.
Ice-blue light spread across the sea. The shoals stopped. Bubbles hung motionless. The Ocean King froze in the centre with one tentacle raised, caught mid-command as though the entire reef had finally interrupted him.
The crosshair rested on his forehead.
I fired.
The first shot struck.
Then another.
The €0.40 cannon hammered the same frozen point while the King remained trapped. His body flashed with every impact. The water around him filled with coins that had not yet become mine. I kept the aim still and fed the cannon until the frozen glow began to crack.
His eye moved first.
The tentacle followed.
The Ocean King resumed swimming.
No capture. No wheel. No burst of royal treasure. Just an enormous orange head thawing in front of me and deciding it had already spent enough time at this appointment.
He reached the coral and vanished.
I dropped the cannon back to €0.20.
The sea immediately filled with smaller fish, all of them suddenly brave now that their largest relative had carried my ammunition off-screen.
I caught another angelfish. A monkfish took several shots, turned sideways and finally released a small pile of coins. The amount covered three of the shots it had blocked during the King’s second crossing.
It then floated away with the serene face of a creature that believed this had been a fair arrangement.
I waited for the Ocean King to return.
The upper coral moved once, but it was only a shoal.
The lower lane darkened, but that produced another Huge Angelfish.
The wheel never lit.
Nothing froze. Nothing thundered. The Railgun button sat empty of useful opinions.
I fired six final shots into ordinary traffic. One caught nothing. Two landed on an angelfish that escaped. Another struck a monkfish and appeared to improve its mood. The last pair crossed the screen behind a Golden Clownfish without touching it.
I stopped.
The cannon remained aimed into open water.
The Bonus Wheel stayed dark at the edge.
A single Golden Clownfish drifted through the abandoned crosshair, turned its tiny face toward me and continued across the reef carrying no visible damage, no urgency and the full protection of the Ocean King.
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