Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

Anar Lefebvre's raid on the Deep City swept through the entire Abyss.

To simply call this place the Abyss would be far too simplistic and one-sided. Beneath the abyss's gaping maw lies a vast city of deer, nestled deep within the darkness.

The core of power for the Deer Clan—the royal family—built their palace high above the center of the sinkhole, a place revered as the "Throne of the Abyss."

Sharp had no idea where he was. As he stepped into the vicinity of the sinkhole, a dry, chilling air rushed towards him. The climate here was unusually cold and dry, completely different from the outside world. Tall, straight trees grew densely, their branches and leaves lush and verdant. A thin mist shrouded the sinkhole; to see its true face, one would have to traverse layers of forest and push through the swirling clouds...

The sinkhole's ecosystem seems to have been forgotten by time, retaining its appearance from hundreds of years ago. Just like when I first traveled to the fantasy forest, however, compared to the forest in my memory, this primeval region before me is clearly much more vast and boundless.

Along the steep cliff face, an old-fashioned elevator descended haltingly along its trajectory. As the elevator approached the bottom of the sinkhole, the entire city's transportation hub came into view. The Deer Tribe's architecture was more regular and splendid than Sharp had imagined, with delicate, upturned eaves on the roofs and unique beam splicing structures that resembled those of an ancient dynasty.

Sharp's peculiar attire, clashing with his surroundings, made him stand out. Whenever a member of the Deer Clan passed by, they would unconsciously cast strange glances at him and tacitly keep their distance. Sharp sensed their alienation and felt somewhat uncomfortable.

“There are no other clothes for you to change into right now, so put this on first.” Yeman, who was in charge of guarding him, took off his own large robe and draped it over Sharp’s shoulders.

Without the concealment of her robe, Ye Man'er's true identity was revealed. The surrounding residents cast curious glances, gathering on both sides of the street and whispering amongst themselves.

"Who is that man next to Lieutenant Ye? He looks so handsome..." a young woman said with a lovesick expression.

"Don't talk nonsense! They might just be prisoners we just captured, and they might be thrown into the deer den soon!" The middle-aged man next to him quickly lowered his voice and warned.

As the crowd grew denser and the situation began to spiral out of control, Ye Man'er acted decisively, grabbing Sharp's hand and plunging into the throng. They dodged and weaved, eventually managing to blend in and choosing a quieter shortcut.

The two walked briskly along the way. Sharp, whose hand she had been holding tightly, suddenly realized something was wrong. Because of the sudden turn of events, Ye Man'er hadn't thought twice before dragging him out...

"!"

A moment later, she released his hand as if she had been electrocuted. But the cold touch lingered on Sharp's hand for a long time.

Ye Maner twisted her wrist thoughtfully, then nodded slightly and said to Sharp in a slightly stiff but sincere tone, "I am very sorry that I touched you without your permission just now. It was really impolite. Please forgive my rudeness."

Upon hearing this, Sharp froze, taking several seconds to recover. His eyes revealed a naiveté and clarity unique to youth as he stared at her blankly.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Man'er realized a fact that made her extremely embarrassed—she had just spoken the language of the Deer Tribe.

The already awkward situation has now become even more difficult to manage.

“…Let’s go.” She lowered her voice, then immediately turned around, her steps slightly hurried. Her left hand, which had once held Sharp’s, lost its owner’s control and began to tremble slightly.

Was she really shy? Ye Man'er thought that was highly unlikely. She had always been emotionally clueless, completely ignorant of feelings between men and women.

But the truth is right in front of her—she became so stuttering and flustered in front of a man.

What kind of magic does this man named Sharp possess?

Before Mus returned, Yeman had to find a way to keep an eye on him, but this man was too easy to attract attention, and since Mus had specifically asked for him, she couldn't just throw him into the Deer Cave, where prisoners and hostile elements were held. So she had to take Sharp back to the place where she often handled official business, which was the Great Hall of the Throne of the Abyss.

"Don't run around or look around. You're just being held here temporarily to await Lord Mus's decision." Stepping into this magnificent royal palace, the ordinary houses outside seemed dim in comparison. In this vast and towering hall, they were as insignificant as ants. Exquisitely polished jade was used as decoration for the floor patterns, and the ubiquitous deer totems perfectly interpreted the faith of this people.

On either side of the main hall stand solemn statues of the Templar Knights of the Deer Clan, meticulously cast in metal. Their former majesty and glory shine once more.

At the end of the corridor, a striking statue of a female warrior stands prominently, occupying the most conspicuous position in the entire hall. She holds a spiked shield, and behind the shield, a greatsword almost as tall as a person is held in her hand in reverse.

“The Shield of the Deer Clan—Mavia Bridget, and her signature weapon—Bloodscythe,” Sharp murmured the names.

Yeman's gaze lingered on Sharp for a moment before shifting to Mavia's statue. A slight smile played at the corners of her lips.

"You know quite a lot."

"If I said I've worn her armor and used her greatsword, would you believe me?" Sharp said to her.

"Of course I believe you." Ye Man'er's calm reply surprised him. "Otherwise, the general wouldn't have gone to such lengths to devise a plan for you, nor would he value you so much."

Upon reaching the second floor of the main hall, Yeman's private room was locked. She took out a key, unlocked it, and instead of pushing the door open, she turned around to face Sharp.

"The following is what I'm saying on my behalf. During this time alone, I grant you permission to inquire about anything related to this place, provided that..." She slowly strode up to Sharp, seemingly having already calculated her bargaining chips.

You must answer my questions truthfully.

"What are they plotting now?" Sharp wondered. This way of probing each other made him wary.

However, now that the other party had made such a request, Sharp saw it as a good opportunity to clarify the situation. He knew absolutely nothing about this place, so he might as well take this chance to gather some usable intelligence to increase the margin for error in his future escape plan.

"Okay, you seem quite sincere."

The communication between the two did not present as many barriers or obstacles as Sharp had initially imagined. This seemingly stern-faced adjutant actually had his own principles and bottom line to uphold.

As they entered the separate room, Ye Man'er showed no signs of slacking off. She deftly walked to the cabinet, reached in, and retrieved a packet of dried ingredients that resembled tea leaves. She picked up a small pinch and sprinkled it into a delicate cup on the table. As hot water was poured into the cup, a sweet aroma gradually filled the air.

Yeman handed the ceramic cup to Sharp, indicating that there were no other impurities inside.

They don't look like prisoners at all; they look more like honored guests being warmly received.

“Why are you doing this? You could have just ignored me and thrown me into a cell.” Sharp said, staring at the rising steam from his cup.

“Perhaps the general will do that, but it’s not the best option. It might give you a very bad impression of our people.” Yeman sat down opposite him, stirring his hot drink with a spoon. “Another reason is that I have something to give you before we begin our conversation.”

Meeting Sharp's gaze, Ye Man'er took a necklace out of her pocket and placed it between the two of them.

"What is this?" Sharp picked up the seemingly ordinary ornament, the only difference being that the pendant on the necklace was shaped like a slender short sword.

"Wear it properly, and the answer will be revealed in time," she hinted.

……

Meanwhile, Shenzhen City Hospital.

“Ms. Xiao, your injuries haven’t fully healed yet. Leaving the hospital now might affect your recovery. We really suggest you consider inpatient care.” Several nurses followed closely behind Na Ling, chasing her all the way to the stairwell. However, Na Ling wouldn’t listen to their advice at all, and didn’t even turn her head.

She put on a slightly loose coat and quickly walked down the stairs.

As luck would have it, just as she was about to walk out of the hospital, she ran into Bald Qiang and Julie, who had just returned. Bald Qiang immediately recognized the woman who was hurrying away.

"Hey! Wait, you're Naya's older sister, right? Where are you going?"

Hearing someone call her name, Na Ling paused slightly. She turned around, looked Bald Qiang up and down, and vague fragments of memories about him surfaced in her mind.

This bald head left a slight impression on Na Ling.

“I remember you…” she narrowed her eyes, “to make a long story short, have you seen Naya?”

"Naya—" He glanced outside uneasily, his meaning quite clear.

Na Ling followed his gaze and looked outside. The familiar scene of the convoy rushing past and the reinforcements instantly chilled Na Ling's heart.

We've made a huge mistake...

When she rushed outside, the devastated city lay before her. Na Ling bit her lip, repeatedly telling herself that Na Ya could not have done this.

Sister... Sister... Where are you?

Lost in thought, the surrounding noise gradually subsided, and even the voices calling out to him from behind disappeared.

Na Ling strode forward and ran along the empty and desolate street.

Another astonishing discovery left her speechless—the area where the Sunset Tower should have stood was now filled with a vast expanse of concrete and shattered glass. After the tower collapsed, it had become a chaotic junkyard, completely empty, leaving nothing behind.

People in heavy firefighting suits searched for lives buried under the rubble. Na Ling walked past bodies tightly wrapped in white shrouds, her gaze settling on a familiar figure.

Covered in dust and almost completely obscuring her face, An Han's identity could only be vaguely discerned by the outline of her face.

Two distinct tear tracks ran across her dirty cheeks, like two deep ravines...

An Han's gaze pierced through the busy rescue team, meeting that of Na Ling, who was also looking in her direction. Those few seconds felt like an eternity to An Han. Filled with rage and fury, she charged through the rubble towards Na Ling.

A pair of hands covered in blood clots grabbed Na Ling's collar, and An Han pushed her forcefully, causing her to slam hard against the hard concrete slab behind her with a dull thud.

"Is that ghost-like thing your companion? Is it?!" An Han's eyes were bloodshot, filled with murderous intent. The strength in her hand did not lessen; instead, it increased.

Na Ling's vision blurred from the impact, and she nearly choked to breathe. The force of the impact reopened her existing wounds, causing her to groan involuntarily.

Faced with An Han's furious outburst, Na Ling was at a loss, unwilling to accept the truth. She desperately tried to stop herself from speculating about the various things An Han might have gone through.

“An Han, calm down... listen to me…” Na Ling gazed at her humbly, without even making a move to resist.

But how could An Han, who was already in a state of frenzy, listen to anything?

"How dare you bring the war here? Do you really want the entire city to die because of you?!" An Han was furious.

The fight between the two attracted the attention of bystanders, who gathered around, trying to stop the imminent conflict.

"Karl was killed by you! Right here in this building! Right in front of me!!" Sunset's staff barely managed to restrain the nearly collapsing An Han and forcibly removed her from the scene. Even so, An Han's parting words struck Na Ling's heart like a hammer blow, leaving her frozen in place.

Do not……

Na Ling murmured sorrowfully, covering her still bleeding wounds with both hands, and slowly knelt down towards the ruins.

Only she knew what all this meant. The peaceful coexistence between humans and the deer tribe had completely ceased to exist, and all the efforts made by countless people behind the scenes for both tribes had been in vain.

Na Ling never expected that the war between heaven and earth was just the beginning, and no one had ever truly witnessed a duel between the two sides.