Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

This place, he called "Ember".

He said that all people who are in a state of zero will also come here, which is a small world after death.

But is this really the case?

After being severely injured by Mus, he did not die immediately. Taking advantage of the fact that the Golden Antlers were still nearby, the flowing light energy in his body gradually reconstructed the fatal wound.

But my consciousness inexplicably separated from my body.

Out-of-body experience...

Naya could only describe this feeling using the legends from ancient books she had once read.

But it turns out that someone was secretly plotting this.

"You're not from this world, so why are you impersonating Sharp?" Naya stared at him coldly, her hostility growing stronger.

Short-haired Sharp appeared remarkably calm. He glanced at the shallow waters shimmering red from the setting sun, then slowly spoke: "I am him, Na, can't you tell?"

"Don't call me Xiao Na, we're not that close." Naya was filled with doubt, but even more so with wariness.

“You really haven’t changed at all.” Short-haired Sharp ignored her deliberate distancing, as if he knew everything about Naya’s actions and next move.

“You’ve died in front of me a thousand times, each time at a different time and in a different place… but I just can’t save you, no matter what I do—” He put his hands behind his back and began to speak eloquently.

“For me, this is not salvation; I’d rather just die completely…” Naya stared at her hands, as if she could see endless pain through them. She slowly closed her eyes, unwilling to believe his words any longer.

"You've done too much." She had already made her decision.

Short-haired Sharp's eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "I don't think so, Nash. I orchestrated your meeting to see how far you two could go... Do you think that was unnecessary?"

Short-haired Sharp approached Naya and gently brushed aside a few strands of her long hair, trying to comfort her. However, Naya ruthlessly pushed his hand away, her eyes filled with hostility.

Short-haired Sharp gave a wry smile, knowing he couldn't change Naya's mind, so he could only silently turn and leave, no longer facing her.

“There is such a future—in that future, you die, falling right in front of an immature teenager.” He silently began to recount his past. At this point, even his own principle of “not revealing” had probably crumbled.

“You told that boy that you would become the wind and rain of this world, following him everywhere, inseparable… But that boy couldn’t accept such an ending, so he planned to do everything he could to bring you back.” Short-haired Sharp’s voice gradually faded, and his lonely figure appeared particularly thin in the shallow water.

"So he gave up the opportunity to return to real life and chose to stay in that fictional world. Day after day, year after year, he explored and researched in this fictional world, trying to find a way to break the balance of time. After countless attempts, he finally succeeded and returned to his starting point, that is, to the day before he traveled back in time, and told his original self what to do."

As he spoke, he toyed with the rings of golden energy in his hand. The familiar sensation startled Naya; she immediately realized it was something identical to the radiant energy within her own body.

“The boy tried to intervene and guide him thousands of times, but each time ended in failure… Time slowly passed, and injuries began to erode his body, making him weaker and weaker. And the keepsakes you gave him have become worn and tattered with the passing years.” As he spoke, short-haired Sharp took out the old, yellowed conch shell from behind him.

“You…” Naya’s eyes widened, completely shocked and speechless. The identity of the person in front of her was now self-evident.

“I am Sharp, Naya. I am a time traveler, but unlike him here, I come from a distant future… a hopeless future.”

Short-haired Sharp stared at her for a long time; he had done this countless times before.

……

just now.

Na Ling glanced around at the low bushes, then drew her bow to its full length. The bow creaked as if announcing its presence to everything around her.

She was on guard against something.

The villagers didn't seem to notice much amiss, but Naling clearly sensed an invisible pressure gradually approaching. All these signs indicated that an unseen danger had descended.

"No...it's because of me again." Sharp, standing behind her, was somewhat dazed, with streams of energy constantly surging from his body. His condition was extremely poor.

Na Ling turned around and looked at him meaningfully.

"I'm not sure if this is Zhao Lin, so don't overthink it." At this moment, she knew it was too late to say anything, and no amount of words could change the situation. But her years of experience as a soldier helped Na Ling quickly calm down.

Facing Sharp, she took his trembling hands in hers and solemnly said:

“Listen, kid, I need your help now. There are still many unarmed and innocent people in the village. You and Abu go and organize them to evacuate to a safer area far away from here as soon as possible... Oh, and remember to tell Xiaowen. She will understand what I mean immediately.” After saying that, Naling quickly took off the quiver from his back and handed him the bow and arrows in his hand.

However, Sharp clenched his fists defiantly and replied stubbornly, "Don't do that, Naling, I can help you—" As if wanting to prove that he was still in good shape, he raised his voice, "Even Lefève couldn't kill me, and others may not have that ability either."

Na Ling sighed, shaking her head slightly, trying to dissuade him from that impulsive and reckless idea:

“No, this time is different. Listen to me, you and Abu go back, I’ll be there soon.” She commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Naling winked subtly, signaling to Abu to hurry up.

Abu immediately understood what she meant, and kept tearing at Sharp's trouser leg, indicating that they should leave.

Although Sharp was somewhat unwilling, he wasn't stupid. He could tell that Naling was trying to get rid of him, which meant she might have discovered some danger or anomaly. Despite his doubts, he decided to follow her instructions obediently.

Only after confirming that they had gone far enough did Na Ling slowly relax. Her gaze then turned coldly to the depths of the woods, and she said in a deep voice, "Stop hiding, Fanny. Who did Muss send to capture me this time?"

However, no one responded to her. But soon, Na Ling noticed something was amiss—strange noises began to emanate from the once silent forest.

Finally, a massive figure, as large as a hill, emerged from behind the bushes. It was a huge wolf, its dark green eyes fixed intently on Na Ling.

"How long have you and your little husky been here?" she asked tauntingly.

“I can’t fool you no matter what.” Fanny said helplessly, but she could only lower her body and leap off the wolf’s back, standing steadily on the dividing line between the shadow of the tree and the last bit of the setting sun. “That’s why I hate you so much.”

"Speak, what tasks did Mus give you? Murder? Arson?" She raised her chin, her face filled with arrogance, as if she were interrogating an insignificant subordinate.

This dismissive attitude annoyed Fanny, but she tried her best to control herself.

“Your fate is sealed, and you are isolated and helpless… Na Ling, how about this? If you hand over that kid yourself, I can put in a good word for you with Mu Si.” Fanny took off her coat, revealing deer patterns etched all over her arms, as ferocious and terrifying as congested blood vessels.

“He’s my brother-in-law, at least… my sister won’t let you touch him.” Na Ling smiled slyly, and before she finished speaking, golden flames ignited in her palm again. They burned fiercely, distorting and warping the surrounding air.

She wanted to take him away, but it wouldn't be that easy. That's what she thought.

At the same time, Fanny revealed the steel claws hidden behind her hands. Her hind legs were taut, and her body leaned forward, assuming a poised and ready stance.

"Then we shall respectfully comply." With a sharp whistle, the other two people who had been lying in ambush emerged from the woods.

Eton and Alston formed a tight encirclement, completely surrounding Naling. They were ready to attack at any moment.

"Don't force me to use harsh methods, Na Ling." Yi Tong shook her head, appearing extremely resistant. The stun gun she held in her hands emitted a chilling "buzzing" sound.

“It seems everyone has arrived…” Na Ling glanced at the crowd present.

She remained the same arrogant and haughty Na Ling, never easily lowering her noble stance. After all, these people standing before her had been thoroughly taught a lesson by her more than a decade ago. Now, these people reappeared before her, and although time had left its mark on their faces, Na Ling's pride and confidence remained unchanged.

"Then let's have some fun with you guys today—"