Blue-Ringed Toxin Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

Many years later, facing the prostrate seafarers in prayer, Murphy: Fauxborn would recall that distant afternoon when "Mother" told her the story of the blue-ringed octopus. The relic in the jar was soft and dazzling, with strange, ethereal blue floating in the water, enticing her young self to draw near involuntarily. Meanwhile, Miryam stroked her head, compelling her to look at the dim corner of the cabin with an undeniable force—there lay the lifeless body of a seafarer, slumped on the ground, presenting a pallid emptiness as if drained of all toxin. "Remember, the most tranquil and deadly in the ocean is often the most beautiful." The cold light reflected off the glass jar illuminated her compassionate silhouette, and Murphy: Fauxborn felt a fear wrapped in beauty. Time passed quietly in rhythm with the stars, and Murphy: Fauxborn remained as willful as ever, yet she learned to be silent and observant. "Lemuria, Lemuria..." Until, upon the altar, that usually calm and gentle face gradually became tainted by madness, she finally realized that she had never truly known Miryam. The hand that caressed her head, her gentle mother, could also deliver the harshest punishment to the enemies of the Divine Realm. At that moment, the fear sealed deep within her memory surged forth, ultimately crystallizing into a cold realization— her kindness was merely a guise of the tentacle, and the beautiful blue ring transformed from a gentle exterior was the very toxin that could seal one's fate with blood. To this day, the fleeting deity crowned Murphy: Fauxborn. She looked down at the crawling seafarers, meeting the glimmer of absurd hope in Miryam's gaze, as if she once again saw the small, trembling self that had stared at the beautiful creature before the glass jar.