Lev stared at the strange food in his hand. He hadn’t expected the thing a child handed him before to taste good, yet it did.

“It’s called mochi ice cream.” Arthur told him.

Unlike humans, most monsters didn’t eat daily. Leviathans such as himself only needed a meal once every three years or longer. But this was nothing like the meat he was used to.

Sweet. Soft. Creamy. Addicting.

“I want more,” he said flatly, fixing his gaze on Arthur.

Arthur let out a long, weary sigh. It was the sixth time today. SIX. He never imagined the world’s most feared monster would have a weakness for ice cream of all things.

Still, Lev had adjusted far quicker than Arthur expected. In just a week, he was picking up human habits.

Well, trying to. Arthur had to teach him the basics.

“You need to take a bath at least once a day,” Arthur instructed.

Lev nodded solemnly, as if receiving ancient wisdom. The next day, Arthur discovered him fully submerged in the bathtub, lying motionless like a corpse.

For a whole day.

Arthur nearly collapsed from shock. “Boss! Get out of there! Humans can’t do that!”

Lev rose slowly from the water, calm and unbothered. “You’re making a big deal out of it.” He had lived in water all his life. He was a sea monster, after all.

Arthur slapped his forehead. “You’re not a 200-meter leviathan anymore! No human can stay underwater that long.”

Lev just arched a brow. “Then humans are weaker than I thought.”

Arthur groaned into his hands. “I’m gonna to lose my mind.”

Arthur shook his head in defeat and grabbed a small rectangular box from the table. He pointed it at a larger machine in the corner.

“This is called a television.”

Lev’s eyes narrowed at the glowing screen. “There are humans trapped inside that box.”

Arthur groaned. “I knew you’d say that. No, they’re not inside. It’s a broadcast. A projection. Think of it as… moving pictures from far away.”

Two days ago, Arthur had spent a fortune to buy the TV. It nearly bankrupted him. Everything on Earth was ridiculously expensive but if Lev was gonna to stay here, he needed to understand human technology. And television was one of their greatest inventions.

Arthur rested a hand proudly on top of the screen.

“Humans use it to share what’s happening around the world. News, entertainment, you call it, even dungeon raids.”

Lev tilted his head slightly, processing. To Arthur’s relief, he didn’t argue further. At least the explanation stuck.

“Good,” Arthur muttered, exhaling. Then he reached for his jacket. “I’ll go grab more of your ice cream. Just… stay here. Don’t touch anything, don’t break anything, and for the love of all that’s holy….don’t go outside.”

He pressed the remote into Lev’s hand. “See this red button? If you get bored, press it. It turns the television off. That’s it. Nothing else. Got it?”

Lev didn’t answer, only stared silently at the glowing screen.

Arthur sighed, the weight of a weary parent leaving his child home alone for the first time. He cast one last worried glance at the leviathan-turned-human before heading for the door.

“Please… just behave.”

The nearest ice cream store was a twenty-minute walk away. Arthur pulled his hoodie over his head and set off.

As he walked, his thoughts gnawed at him. Bringing Lev here had been reckless. It’s downright impulsive.

Humans weren’t the same as they used to be. They were evolving. They’re getting stronger. Staying complacent while they grew sharper was dangerous.

Still… Hydras and Leviathans had always shared a bond. For centuries, Hydras never considered Leviathans a threat, even though they were the apex of all monsters. Arthur had spent his whole life serving Lev. Trust wasn’t the problem.

The problem was Earth.

He just prayed nothing would go wrong.

Then, the television inside the shop caught his eye.

‘Rank 1 Hunter: Uno will not attend this year’s hunter examination.’

Arthur froze. His stomach dropped as a familiar face filled the screen.

No way.

That face…

He’d never forget it.

Seven years ago, a man had climbed through all 306 dungeon floors alone. A man who reached the very top.

Uno.

Arthur’s hands tightened around the ice cream bag. If Lev saw that man’s face on TV… If he remembered what happened back then…

“Oh, hell no.”

He bolted, sprinting through the streets like a madman. Three minutes later, he reached the door of his home, chest heaving.

“Please, please let him have turned it off,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut before stepping in.

“Uhm… boss…?” Arthur called cautiously.

Lev was still there, sitting like a statue, eyes locked on the television.

Arthur cursed under his breath. He crept closer, bracing for the worst. If Lev had seen Uno, if he remembered that battle…

“Uh… I was going to tell you, but-” Arthur began, sweating.

He risked a glance at the screen….and froze.

It wasn’t Uno.

It wasn’t a dungeon broadcast.

It was… a romantic drama.

A man and woman were kissing passionately on the screen, their movements heating up.

Lev didn’t even blink.

“I tried to turn off that machine,” he said calmly, “but I think I pressed the wrong button.”

Arthur stared, dumbfounded.

Then Lev turned to him, completely serious.

“…Is that how humans procreate?”

Arthur choked so hard he nearly swallowed his tongue. The ice cream bag slipped from his hands and hit the floor with a tragic splat.

“WHAAAAAT?!” he sputtered, flailing his arms like he was physically trying to block the screen from Lev’s innocent monster-eyes. “NO! NO! Absolutely not! T-that’s TV! It’s fake! Entertainment! Acting! Humans don’t just-!”

He waved frantically at the screen where the actors were now ripping each other’s shirts off.

“THEY DEFINITELY DON’T DO THAT IN PUBLIC!”

Lev blinked once. Twice. Then, slowly, he nodded as if he’d just unlocked the secret to human biology.

“I see. Fascinating.”

Arthur dropped to his knees, clutching his head.

“Oh gods above. I’ve unleashed a 200-meter death leviathan onto Earth and his first human education is… softcore cable TV.”