Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

"What comes to mind when you witness this scene?"

"Terrorist attack? National war?"

“Look around you. This is the decision of that deer-woman. She controls the life and death of anyone at will, destroying everything we have rebuilt and shrouding this unfortunate city in the shadow of death once again.”

"We have spontaneously organized ourselves to implore a higher authority to provide an answer that satisfies the majority: to try her in the most sacred court, to bind her to the pillar of shame, and to burn this wicked witch with flames..."

"God, let these innocent souls rest in peace—"

It was a cold, dark morning. The room was completely silent, with only a faint ray of light seeping in through the gaps in the tightly closed curtains.

Naya stood in front of the television, biting her fingers repeatedly. The curtains in the room were drawn tightly shut; she wanted to completely shut herself out of the outside world. But she couldn't escape the daily newspaper's interviews with the survivors; no matter how she changed the channels, the screen was constantly filled with news related to her.

She let the TV continue playing, wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, and turned to walk towards the kitchen. There she saw a kitchen knife stuck on the cutting board.

“Pick it up and cut off all your pain in just a moment…” Lefie’s words kept assaulting Naya’s psychological defenses.

Naya clenched her fists, using the pain to resist Lefie's seduction.

We cannot give in so easily.

"It seems that after going through all these storms, you have forgotten what kind of person you were at the beginning. Sure enough, once people taste the sweetness, the pain they have endured in the past will gradually fade from their memory."

Only Lefebvre knew the depth of Naya's longing for Sharp. Only he could soothe her wounded heart.

Yes, it has to be him.

Lefie added fuel to the fire, saying, "Since you're so hung up on him, why don't we tell each other the story of how you first met him?"

Since entering Naya's mind, everything she had experienced in the past was like a book within reach, readily available for her to read, laid bare before Lefie. Whether it was laughter or tears, joy or sorrow, Lefie understood it all completely.

“I have nothing to talk to you about,” Naya said coldly.

These few words had exhausted all her patience.

Lefie did not back down because of Naya's indifference: "Besides me, who else can understand you right now? We are essentially the same kind of people, so why not try to be honest with each other and have a sincere conversation?"

Upon hearing this, Naya's body trembled slightly. After a moment, she reached out and turned on the tap, the rushing water filling the entire room, trying to wash away the voice in her mind.

She took a few packets of instant coffee from the cupboard and poured them into a cup. After adding hot water, Naya stared at the wisps of steam rising from the rim of the cup, her eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.

The noise subsided, and her thoughts began to wander, returning to the time before she met Sharp... What kind of person was she back then?

......

The funeral was held as scheduled. In the cemetery in the north of the city, a group of people lined up in front of a huge black stone monument.

"Remember everyone who stood by the building during the disaster."

An Han, standing in the center of the crowd, spotted her immediately—blonde hair, blue eyes, and a striking resemblance to Karl.

Beth, who rushed back to Shenzhen, was clearly unprepared to face these things. It wasn't until she saw her father's grave that she couldn't help but shed tears.

"What on earth is going on?" Beth murmured to herself.

Anhan came to her side. Both of them were women who had been carefully cared for by Karl. They stood side by side in front of Karl's grave, their heads slightly bowed.

"When the building collapsed, he... he didn't have time to evacuate." An Han recalled the terrifying scene. She was standing just a few dozen meters away at the street corner when the Sunset Building was reduced to ruins in an instant. She witnessed the entire building collapse firsthand.

Not only Carl, but many innocent employees were also buried under the rubble. They may not have even had time to utter their final cries before their lives came to an abrupt end.

"God..." Beth covered her mouth with her hand. She could no longer bear the sight before her and turned her head away, unwilling to look any further.

Time ticked by, and the two stood silently in place, neither speaking. Only a gentle breeze stirred, ruffling their hair and the hems of their clothes. After a long while, heartbroken Beth turned to leave. Just as she took a step, Anhan suddenly called out to her.

“Hey… well, I’ve been taken care of by your father since I was a child. So, I asked someone to transfer some money to your bank account. Although this is far from making up for anything, it can at least express my guilt towards him…” An Han didn’t know if what she did could alleviate her guilt even a little.

Beth was stunned, but quickly recovered.

“If you truly consider her family, then return this money,” she said resolutely to An Han. “My father’s death had meaning; he devoted himself to your family, and he did the same for you. So please put your hands together and sincerely pray for him—”

After saying that, she left the cemetery without looking back.

Watching Beth walk further and further away until she disappeared from sight, An Han felt a strong wave of dizziness wash over her. Her head felt unusually heavy, and her feet felt like they were walking on cotton, making her feel light and unsteady.

Over the past few days, she has been constantly on the go, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted. Every night has been a long and agonizing ordeal for her, making it impossible for her to close her eyes and drift off to sleep, let alone have the mind or energy to attend to other trivial matters.

"Xiao Han?"

The sudden sound startled An Han, who was caught off guard, so much that she trembled all over.

"Peng... Peng Fei?" An Han turned around in a panic, frantically brushing her slightly disheveled hair aside as she stared wide-eyed at the man before her. The moment their eyes met, her heart sank even further, for she remembered the deep "teeth mark" Xiao Ke had left on her neck not long ago, a mark that had not yet completely faded.

Instinctively, she reached out her right hand to cover her neck, trying to conceal the mark. However, this action only made her look even stranger and more unnatural.

Peng Fei's face was expressionless, even lacking in interest. His simple and plain attire gave the impression that he had been there for quite some time, rather than having just arrived.

When he was just a few steps away from An Han, Peng Fei stopped and looked up at her slightly: "Is it convenient for us to talk?"

......

Meanwhile, in the corridor of the Abyss Throne.

Golden Antlers' brainwashing of Sharp continues. It will likely take a considerable amount of time to completely convince the young man. Meanwhile, Mus and Yeman use this opportunity to travel alone to the royal palace to prepare for their final entry into the city.

"What did you say to him? Did you just repeat those old stories again?" Ye Man'er couldn't help but ask.

"It was just a brief introduction; there's no need to worry too much. There won't be any major problems." With that, he walked straight to the throne, the symbol of supreme power. Unlike before, this time he didn't linger on the ornate chair. He led Yeman'er towards the area behind the throne, where, in an otherwise unremarkable corner, lay a small, almost forgotten compartment.

The stone walls surrounding the cubicle appear particularly rugged and jarring. The mysterious runes that were originally meticulously carved on the walls have become blurred and indistinct due to years of wind and rain erosion, making it difficult to discern their original appearance.

"What is this?" Ye Man'er reached out and touched the ancient characters that remained on the wall.

"This is where the remains of royal family members are kept. The bodies left behind from that premeditated murder targeting the royal family are all here." He forcefully pushed open the heavy, thick door. This mysterious place, sealed off for decades, finally saw the light of day once more.

"They were not properly buried; their remains were simply dumped here." Looking at the scattered skeletons on the ground, she suddenly realized.

Mus looked at Yeman thoughtfully; it was time for him to uncover the buried truth.

“At first, I kept thinking about whether or not to tell you the truth.” On the dusty walls hung dozens of sets of armor belonging to every member of the Elafaya royal family, both adults and minors.

“Perhaps I know something, General. At least according to what I’ve heard, the eldest princess of the Elafaya royal family escaped that meticulously planned murder, but then mysteriously disappeared…” The two walked along the wall into the interior, continuing until they reached the deepest part.

Mus extended his fingertip, from which a faint light shimmered. As he flicked his finger, the flowing energy rapidly spread, illuminating the entire secret chamber. The abundant light not only illuminated every corner of the chamber but also clearly revealed a painted mural hidden in the darkness.

The murals vividly depict the glorious history of the Elafaya family, a royal clan that once ruled the Deer Clan for over a century but has since vanished. Each member of the royal family is portrayed with remarkable realism.

Among the many figures, a strangely shaped, slender woman stood out. Her presence contrasted sharply with the other people of normal build around her. Ye Man'er frowned slightly, trying hard to recall the key information.

“I don’t recall there being a princess like this in the royal family.” She carefully examined the woman’s details, trying to identify her by looking for matching armor or clothing features.

“Princess Serafina Elafaya, and standing next to her is her younger brother Elovian Elafaya,” Mus explained to her.

“Seraphina was destined to be different from birth—her bones were deformed and did not match her biological age. This resulted in her being much taller than average. But this uniqueness did not bring her any luck; instead, it caused her to suffer discrimination and contempt from other people in her tribe from a young age. Even within her own family, people had a lot of complaints about this eldest daughter with an unusual figure and generally held a reserved attitude towards her.”

"Is she the eldest princess?" Ye Man'er lowered her head, seemingly deep in thought.

Mus nodded slightly in agreement.

"That's right, but I must tell you a fact: the story you heard before is incomplete. In fact, this seemingly weak and helpless woman is by no means innocent. The murderer who cruelly slaughtered the entire royal family was none other than this seemingly pitiful princess. Her own parents and her own brother Elwin did not escape her fate; they all died tragically at her hands."

"Wait, how does the general know so much detail?" Yemaner, finally realizing the anomaly, looked at Mus, seemingly having guessed the terrifying yet undeniable truth.

"Yes, Lieutenant Ye, Serafina is still alive. Not only that, I will also hand over the reins of the next operation to her, letting this invincible monarch lead you to the first step toward the revival of the Deer Clan."