| “ | Running away is a combat strategy too... | ” |
Bio[]
He never goes and does something on his own accord, and even if it is something that he really can't avoid, he still won't put all his effort into it. He's always emphasizing how weak and helpless he is. If a difference arises between him and someone else, he'll immediately give in, and if it comes to a struggle, he'll run away.
His catch phrase is "Whatever (floats your boat!)".
Food Introduction[]
Mixed Fish Soup is a traditional dish of Zhanjiang, Guangdong and is a part of Cantonese cuisine. Because the fish used are small marine fish netted by fishermen in shallow seas, there is a mixed variety of them, hence the name "mixed fish soup". No other condiments are placed in the soup aside from a small amount of oil and salt to taste. When trying mixed fish soup, one must always first drink the broth, then eat the fish. Only after fully enjoying the delicate flavors of the broth should you then go on to sample the tender fish meat.
Other Info[]
How to Acquire[]
Associated Events
- Harvest Diary (Mixed Fish Soup)
- Year-End Farewell
- Sea of Meteors
- Island Sojourn
- Thousand Knot Wish
- Flowers Abound
- Mist-free Peaks
- Forest Chirping
- Windblown Crane Forest
- Mountain Tea Aroma
- Travel the World
Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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1933 |
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 Attack
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51 |
 Defense
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29 |
 HP
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550 |
 Crit Rate
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1240 |
 Crit Dmg
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881 |
 Atk Spd
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1049 |
Skills[]
| Pain of Survival | Basic Skill | |
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Mixed Fish Soup changes his bandages, dealing 72 (936) points of damage to himself and raising his ATK by 5% (25%), lasting 3 seconds, while also making his next 5 basic attacks restore 44 (572) HP to himself each. | |
| School Vortex | Energy Skill | |
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Mixed Fish Soup waves his bandages, creating a swirling vortex of water that deals 40% (80%) ATK as damage to all enemies, plus 212 (2756) damage, with a chance of also raising all damage dealt by himself by 25% (45%), lasting 5 seconds. | |
| Super School Vortex | Link Skill | |
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Mixed Fish Soup waves his bandages, creating a swirling vortex of water that deals 60% (120%) ATK as damage to all enemies, plus 254 (3302) damage, with a chance of also raising all damage dealt by himself by 35% (55%), lasting 5 seconds. | 
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blue = lvl 1
red = max lvlVoice Lines[]
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| Contract | Uh... Name's Mixed Fish Soup. Don't get your hopes up. As you can see, I'm pretty weak. | ||
| Log In | You're back... You brought a manga magazine for me? Thanks... | ||
| Ice Arena | It's so slippery! I can't walk. Can I just lie down? | ||
| Skills | Can't you just let me forfeit...?! | ||
| Ascend | Don't even try, I won't get stronger... Ugh, alright. Whatever floats your boat. | ||
| Fatigue | Master Attendant, turn out the light for me, alright? | ||
| Recovering | No thanks -- I don't want to go through that again -- | ||
| Team Formation | I'm so weak... I'll just hold you back -- Aah... don't push me -- | ||
| Knockout | I'm here... to see you guys... | ||
| Notice | Alright, food's ready... Don't expect me to do the dishes though... | ||
| Idle 1 | Mojito, that horned idiot... where'd he throw my manga to this time... | ||
| Idle 2 | ...Ack. So hungry. I'd love some claypot rice... Ugh, but making it's so involved. Forget it. | ||
| Idle 3 | Such a huge world out there, just take a step back. What's the point of all this fussing and fighting... | ||
| Interaction 1 | Why am I in a daze? There's only one page left in this manga, then it's finished... If I turn the page, I'm out of reading material... | ||
| Interaction 2 | Huh? You wanna pinch my face? ...If that's what floats your boat. | ||
| Interaction 3 | You hungry? Then could you make a bowl of noodles for me while you're at it...? | ||
| Pledge | Master Attendant, today you... look real nice. What I mean is, you really float my boat... H-- here's some flowers for you! I wanna always be with you... Let me stay by your side, okay? | ||
| Intimacy 1 | It sure must be nice to have money and get whatever you want... Master Attendant, when will you become rich? | ||
| Intimacy 2 | I was born with the gift of plum blossom divination... Friends of the 12 zodiac signs, today isn't a good day to do battle... Master Attendant, take the day off -- | ||
| Intimacy 3 | Wanna play cards? Alright... Oh, I lost -- Uh, losing on purpose is also a part of the game, if you don't like it, don't play... Alright, alright, I'll play for real. Just one round. | ||
| Victory | No one wanted this to happen. | ||
| Defeat | Go on, go on, go on!! Don't mind me! Go!! | ||
| Feeding | Thanks. Although, even if you're this nice to me, I can't return the favor... Don't get your hopes up. | ||
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Contents of this page has been fan-translated by BasilCosmo and may not be completely accurate. Official translations will be added whenever it's available. |
I. In the Past
When you're out at sea, the concept of time always seems to blur. Before I even realized it, night had quietly fallen. The weather hadn’t been great these past few days, and now, as lightning streaked across the sky, a deafening clap of thunder followed, soon accompanied by torrential rain.
Mojito had already returned to his room to rest. I put away my manga and got up from the deck as well. After making sure all the doors and windows were securely shut, I lay down on my bed, closed my eyes, and drifted into a deep sleep, lulled by the sound of the rain.
It seems that every time it rains, I have that same dream. In the dream, we were desperately fighting. We had staked everything to protect our home. But… in the end, we still lost.
Everything in that dream feels so real…
I chose to become a navy officer because of my Master Attendant. He was a calm and reliable officer, possessing a powerful presence, yet he never put on airs or made things difficult for his subordinates. He taught me how to fight using different strategies, how to outmanoeuvre and defeat the ruthless pirates with skill rather than sheer force. I memorized those lessons carefully, training on the deck day and night.
Back then, I always dreamed that one day, I would become a capable naval officer in my own right. During breaks, I would sit with my comrades, drinking and chatting. I never liked alcohol, so I would substitute it with soup instead. They always said I was too quiet, but no one ever forced me to match their pace.
I simply enjoyed the peaceful moments of being with everyone. The ship was my second home, and my comrades were my family. Life at sea was never truly peaceful, but all I ever wanted was to keep living with the people I cherished.
II. Sudden Storm
Every battle made me understand, more deeply than ever, the value of life. And with each fight, my bond with my comrades grew stronger. There were always injuries, but the joy of surviving after a hard-won victory only made us cherish everything even more.
—Everything will get better as long as we work hard.
That was my naïve belief. But that belief was shattered on that fateful night. It had been a peaceful night. We had finished our patrol for the day and returned to our quarters to rest.
A massive explosion jolted me awake. Through the chaos, I could hear frantic footsteps pounding against the deck, my comrades shouting in alarm. I rushed to the deck, only to be met with devastation—debris strewn everywhere, the horrifying reality of a surprise attack sinking in.
Under the relentless bombardment, we quickly fell into a disadvantage. The pirates had planned this for a long time; their goal was to completely break through our defenses. As I took in the shattered remnants of the scene before me, I finally realized—there was no saving this.
What should I do…?
I looked desperately toward my comrades.
Were we really going to lose like this? Were we supposed to just give up?
Thunder rumbled overhead, the storm pouring down in torrents. The pirates, emboldened by the chaos, became even more savage. I charged at them, unleashing my strength to weaken their forces.
When… when will the sun rise?
Will my efforts… truly be enough to save everyone?
III. Sacrifice Oneself
That night felt endlessly long. The enemy had come prepared, their assault swift and relentless. I thought that if I could just take down the pirates, at the very least, my comrades would have a sliver of hope to survive. But I never expected—a Fallen Angel to appear.
The battle turned even more dire. In the face of a Fallen Angel, human lives were unbearably fragile, snuffed out in an instant. I forced myself to stay calm, unleashing every ounce of my strength to fight it.
At this moment, it didn’t matter whether they were my comrades or pirates—they were all just people caught in this nightmare.
—No matter how hard you try, it’s useless.
—You can’t save anyone.
—You’re just that powerless.
—So… wouldn’t it be better to do nothing at all?
Silently, I watched my past self struggle desperately, pushing forward to slay the Fallen Angel. That version of me turned around, looking back at my wounded Master Attendant and my remaining comrades—along with a few surviving pirates. Even though pain filled my heart, I still felt a faint sense of relief.
—At least… I managed to protect some of them.
—No, you didn’t.
—No matter what you do… it’s all meaningless.
I watched as my past self let his guard down for just a moment.
A flash of steel. Blood splattered across my cheek.
And in my stunned silence—my Master Attendant’s chest was pierced by a blade.
The pirate who had stabbed him let out a hoarse, triumphant laugh, as if celebrating their mutual destruction. He laughed wildly—until he, too, collapsed onto the ground.
On that stormy, merciless night, everything I had ever cherished—was lost.
Everything I had done…
Did any of it ever truly matter?
IV. Going no Farther
By the time I woke from the nightmare, the sun was already high in the sky.
Today’s weather was unusually nice. The clear, bright sky seemed to wash away some of the lingering gloom from the past.
Looking out the window, I saw Mojito already at work on the deck.
"You! How many times do I have to tell you—stop leaving your comics lying around!"
The moment he saw me, Mojito stormed over, fuming.
"…It was already there. Not my fault… Anyway, where are we now?"
This guy… Always so full of energy…
Ah… how nice…
"AAAAAHHH!! You bastard!! This thing expired ages ago, and it’s still here?! Wait—don’t tell me what you gave me to eat yesterday was this?! HUH?!!"
His loud voice jolted me back to reality. Mojito was glaring at me, utterly furious.
"Ah, don’t worry about it… It’s not like we Food Souls can die from eating expired stuff anyway…"
"Huh?!"
"Relax, relax… Besides, even if we do nothing, nothing’s going to change, right…?"
"The hell are you going on about now?! What’s with you today?"
"Nothing—just pick up a comic for me while you’re out, okay?"
"HUH?! Like hell I will! Go get it yourself!!!"
"Ehh—so heartless!"
BANG—
"Ah, he’s gone… Oh well…"
I was just about to close my eyes and drift back to sleep when I heard the door swing open again.
"Oh, right! Which comic do you want?!"
"Hm? Didn’t you just say… you weren’t gonna buy it…?"
"You idiot! Seeing you sulking like this, how can I just do nothing?! If I did nothing, would this ship clean itself?! Now tell me—what’s the name of the comic?!"
"…Just the weekly manga magazine."
"Got it! And if this place isn’t cleaned up by the time I get back—you’re dead meat!!!"
With another loud slam, the door shut once more. I stared at it for a moment before collapsing back onto my beanbag chair, gazing up at the slowly spinning ceiling fan.
Mojito’s words echoed in my mind.
I can’t just… do nothing… huh…?
V. Mixed Fish Soup
For someone like Mixed Fish Soup, no matter how you looked at it, he and Mojito were two parallel lines that would never intersect. Meeting Mojito was nothing more than a small accident at the dock.
One afternoon, during a nap, a noisy commotion in the distance roused the drowsy Mixed Fish Soup from his sleep. His manga slipped from his hand, and when he looked toward the source of the sound, he saw a young dragonkin boy tied up tightly by the navy patrol officers at the dock.
Bathed in the sunlight, that arrogant young man entered his field of vision. Even in such a miserable state, his furious shouting did nothing to diminish his overwhelming presence.
"You bastards! How dare you treat your great Lord Mojito like this?!"
Ah… so his name is Mojito…
The young man called Mojito noticed him, his eyes widening as he locked onto Fish Soup, who was also staring at him. For a brief moment, Mojito felt a flicker of curiosity—this lazy-looking guy seemed to be a Food Soul, just like him. He wondered if Mixed Fish Soup, upon realizing they were of the same kind, would do something to help him.
But in the next second, Mixed Fish Soup simply ignored him, lying back down in his little boat and continuing to read his manga, as if Mojito didn't exist at all.
In that instant, the frustration of being ignored completely overshadowed the subtle annoyance of a fellow Food Soul’s indifference. His forehead veins throbbed as he struggled furiously against his restraints…
As evening arrived and the sky took on a golden-red hue, the salty sea breeze carried a faint fragrance—one of the few lingering comforts Mixed Fish Soup had after leaving his life on the sea behind. After finishing his manga, Fish Soup would usually go out to buy the latest issue, then leisurely return to the docks while flipping through his new purchase. But as he turned into an alley, the same arrogant young man from earlier suddenly blocked his path.
"You bastard! How dare you ignore me?!"
"…Sorry, who are you?"
"You bastard! I’m Mojito!! How dare you say you forgot me?!"
"Ahh… sorry, I forgot who you were. Really sorry about that. So, if there’s nothing else, please let me go home."
Mixed Fish Soup sighed. He knew that someone as loud and brash as this guy was practically a magnet for trouble. Once you got involved with him, you were bound for endless headaches. Rather than getting dragged into more trouble later, it was better to shake him off now.
The atmosphere grew awkward. Mojito, aside from his outburst, didn’t seem to have much else to say. He was always a bit impulsive. He scratched the back of his head, looking at Fish Soup, who remained completely calm in front of him.
Truthfully… he hadn’t come to question him. It was just that, in a moment of impulse, he had sought out this guy who had somehow caught his attention.
The uncomfortable silence stretched between them. Mojito looked down at the much shorter Food Soul in front of him.
His clothes were tattered. For a Food Soul—even one without particularly strong spiritual power—simple Fallen Angel clean-up jobs should be enough to provide a decent living.
Yet, this guy… wore ragged clothes, loitered around the busy docks all day, and lived in a run-down little boat. Mixed Fish Soup clearly had no intention of entertaining this troublemaker. He tried to slip past Mojito’s side, but before he could escape, Mojito grabbed him by the collar.
As Mixed Fish Soup shot him a confused look, Mojito, who wasn’t great at conversation, scratched his head again, struggling to find a topic. After a long pause, he finally blurted out:
"Why don’t you change your clothes when they’re all torn up?"
Mixed Fish Soup remained silent, his expression making it clear he had no interest in engaging.
"Hey! I told you, I’m Mojito. What’s your name?"
"……"
"You bastard! Let’s see how long you can keep ignoring me!"
And just like that, Mixed Fish Soup realized—he had seriously miscalculated. From that moment on, an enormous headache had attached itself to his back.
It was another peaceful night with a sky full of scattered stars. Mixed Fish Soup returned to his little, shabby boat—only to find that, for the first time, the loud and angry young man wasn’t waiting there. He set down the latest issue of the maritime adventure manga that Mojito had recently become obsessed with.
——Looks like… he got bored and left, huh…
As he quietly sighed, unsure whether to feel relieved or disappointed, a loud rumbling sound suddenly shattered his world. Turning his head toward the noise, he saw a massive ship. Standing at the bow, one foot propped up confidently, was that dragon-horned, arrogant young man. Mojito grinned down at him, full of reckless energy.
"Hey! You’re a Food Soul too, aren’t you? Stop lazing around like a dried-up fish! Come with me and search for lost treasure!"