Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

"The first time I saw my mother was in the backyard of the orphanage."

“She was very, very tall, taller than my father, taller than any woman I had ever seen.”

"When she decided to adopt me, she held my hand and said, 'From now on, your name is An Han. You are the heir to all the An family's assets.'"

"So I gave up the name Dudu and buried this past with my own hands, and started living as a different person again."

"Until that night, a car accident shattered everything I had dreamed of."

"She's dead."

“When the police pulled me out of the sewer, my father told me that her body had been put into a coffin and was ready to be buried.”

"Although she left behind a lot of things, I haven't seen her since the night of the accident."

"They didn't even have the chance to see her body..."

……

The streets were deserted, with rows of shops standing with their doors tightly shut. This continued until the very end of the city.

An Han quietly leaned against the alley entrance, waiting in advance on the man's usual route. Finally, her patience was rewarded.

Tracking someone in such an environment is not difficult, especially when the target has no awareness of counter-tracking and doesn't know how to properly conceal their whereabouts. For An Han, it was a piece of cake, because she was best at "finding a needle in a haystack".

"Have you found the location of that deer-man?" It seemed that more than one person was on this mission; voices of conversation could be heard coming from the alley. An Han wasn't in a hurry to move out; she listened intently.

"She vanished, completely evaporated... not a trace was found."

"We need to hurry, the boss is waiting."

"Can't we use someone else? Besides, the main force of the Deer Clan is coming soon. No matter what we do, we're doomed."

"Isn't the boss on good terms with Xiao Junyao? Let her investigate!"

After hearing this, An Han took a deep breath, reached for her waist, and fumbled for the miniature stun gun that had been hidden there. When her fingers touched the cold, hard metal, she felt a little more at ease.

Then, with a swift turn around the corner, An Han pointed the gun at the man closest to her and pulled the trigger.

Seeing his companion convulse a few times without warning and then collapse to the ground, the man quickly moved a distance away.

"You? How did you get here?"

The man turned and ran, but before he could even leave the alley, An Han tackled him to the ground. At that moment, a small "V" tattoo on the side of his neck was revealed.

"Your boss? Genius Wei?" She cornered him in the alley and began interrogating him. "You've got some nerve, eavesdropping like this in a hospital?"

"You can't just say things like that, Miss An." He grinned, revealing a row of uneven teeth.

An Han frowned and questioned, "How long have you been monitoring her like this?"

"One day? Two days? Haha, who would know? That's a secret." The man said, while secretly reaching behind his back. In the blink of an eye, he drew a sharp long knife from behind his back.

How could a man's little tricks fool An Han? The instant she drew her knife, An Han kicked him in the chest. With a thud, he fell to the ground, unable to get up.

"Hahaha... You don't need to hide your anger anymore... I can see that you're determined to get that deer-woman. Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, you'll definitely find her, right?" Even though An Han had grabbed his arm, the man didn't stop talking and continued chattering.

An Han twisted the man's arm hard, making him wince in pain. She then took out a rope and tied the man securely to the side of the trash can. After doing this, An Han took out her phone and dialed the police station.

"If there's a first time, there will be a second. This war has already begun... Just wait to become the gravedigger of your family!" A vicious laugh came from behind.

An Han suppressed her anger and left quickly without looking back, soon disappearing at the end of the alley.

......

A light snow began to fall from the sky, then gently settled on the ground. The soft snowflakes, instead of bringing life to the already desolate cemetery, made it appear even more barren and lonely.

An Han walked along the path in the cemetery, carrying several bouquets of flowers. The brightly colored flowers, though pale, possessed a poignant beauty in the somber atmosphere. She came to the tombstone, bent down, and neatly arranged the bouquets in her hands.

Not far from this stone monument, Karl's tombstone stood alone. And at this moment, in An Han's mind, she could still see Bessie standing there, her words echoing in her ears: "If you really consider him family, then return this money."

“My father’s death was meaningful; he devoted himself to your family, and he did the same for you. So please put your hands together and sincerely pray for him…”

An Han's gaze lingered on the inscription on the tombstone, the deep and shallow carvings carrying the stories and memories of the deceased. She gradually became immersed in it, unaware that someone had quietly walked up to her side.

An Han was jolted back to her senses when a cough broke the silence. She sniffed hard, trying to hide her somewhat flustered emotions, and then quickly moved aside to make room for the newcomer.

"I knew you'd be here." A familiar voice reached her ears, and An Han looked up. Yu Lian, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, walked up to her. His eyes swept over the once spirited heir of the An family, who now appeared somewhat dejected and self-destructive.

Although An Han didn't really want to have a deep conversation with the man in front of her, it seemed that only he could understand the complex emotions she was feeling at that moment.

"Having suffered setbacks in both love and career, now you know how to look back and reminisce about the past?" Yu Lian said with a mocking expression. He looked terrible, not much better than An Han, and his hair had turned much grayer, making him walk with a limp.

Upon hearing this, An Han's lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't utter a single complete word for a long time.

Seeing this, Yu Lian shook his head with a wry smile, then slowly reached into his pocket, took out two cigarettes, lit one, and stuck it in the open space in front of Karl's grave. After smoking for a while, he reached under his coat and rummaged around for a bit, soon pulling out a thick stack of documents. All of these documents were neatly packed in a transparent plastic file bag.

An Han reached out and took the file bag, her eyes eagerly examining its contents, silently praying that it contained the crucial information she had been longing for.

"Before I broke with Xiao Junyao, I knew more or less about her background. Xiao Junyao's real name is Na Ling, and she has a younger sister named Na Ya. They are both from the Deer Clan."

“I know all that.” She let the swirling snowflakes dampen the papers in her hands as she intently read the information about Naya.

"Even before she set foot in Shenzhen, the V Group had already placed her under surveillance. However, no one could have predicted that this seemingly frail young girl would be able to stir up such a huge storm."

However, Naya wasn't the only one who caught An Han's attention. Information about an unfamiliar man mentioned in the document also successfully drew her eye.

"Sharp? Who is this person?"

"She was with him, or rather, this kid brought her out of the forest. Unfortunately, he was captured by the deer tribe and his fate is unknown."

Everything Zhao Lin had just recounted came flooding back to mind. The hatred in her heart stirred up a storm in the still waters of her soul, which had finally calmed down.

"Where is she?" An Han couldn't contain her anger and roared in a low voice.

"Hmph, how would I know? But I've noticed you and Xiao Junyao are getting quite close, haven't you? Why don't you go ask her? Maybe she can give you the answer you're looking for." These words were undoubtedly a dig at An Han's previous cooperation with Xiao Junyao to escape from Yu Lian's sight.

An Han was so angry that she trembled all over. She bit her lip and squeezed out two words through her teeth: "Bastard..." Then she picked up the heavy documents and strode towards the cemetery exit without looking back.

Just then, Yu Lian's loud, icy voice rang out again: "Let me tell you, the only reason I'm willing to help you is because of your father's entrustment to me. Otherwise, if you try to interfere with my affairs again from now on, then I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to personally create an extremely sorrowful 'farewell ceremony' for you!"

Braving the increasingly heavy snowfall, An Han took a car back to her only place of shelter. The roof of the villa was quickly covered with a blanket of white snow; this year's snowfall came much earlier than usual.

By the time the taxi dropped An Han off at the villa, the sun had already set. An Han got out of the car and tried to shield her head with the file folder Yu Lian had given her, but it had little effect. She ran to the porch, which offered some shelter, and impatiently rang the doorbell.

Just as she thought Xiao Ke hadn't returned yet and was about to unlock the door, she heard hurried footsteps coming from the living room. Then Xiao Ke, wearing an apron, opened the door.

"Sister Han, I was in the kitchen just now..." With her keen senses, she could tell at a glance that An Han was in a bad mood, so she went over and poured her a glass of hot water.

"Do you have any wine?" An Han asked, slamming the file folder on the table as soon as she entered the room.

"You shouldn't drink alcohol during your period, Sister Han," Xiao Ke said with concern. "Look at you these past few days, getting angry and staying up late. What if you ruin your health?"

An Han was about to retort, but then she remembered that they had been sleeping together for the past few days. So she had no choice but to obediently pick up the hot water and drink it.

Warm orange flames leaped from the fireplace in the living room, illuminating the entire room. An Han, sitting in her chair, however, had a dull and listless gaze.

The warm campfire was nothing but an illusion to her.

In front of the fireplace was a meticulously arranged wooden table. Its smooth surface, like a mirror, reflected the firelight from the fireplace. For some reason, An Han's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the wood grain.

"When your mother died, she gave me a key..."

"I've kept the key for you at the house in the suburbs, it's in a hidden compartment in the living room table—"

!

A clap of thunder jolted An Han from her daze. She had almost forgotten! Her dazed state these past few days had made her almost completely overlook this crucial information.

An Han leaped to her feet and lunged at the wooden table in front of her. In her haste, she lost her footing and fell headfirst under the table. A series of cracking sounds followed as the wooden planks under the table were pried open. The sound of metal objects hitting the ground came from the corner.

"Sister Han, why did you crawl under the table? What happened?" Xiao Ke rushed over upon hearing the commotion and was puzzled by An Han's bizarre behavior.

"Xiao Ke—come quickly and help me find my keys, hurry!" An Han shouted anxiously.

......

Sharp heard the same sound—the sound of a key falling.

Without a watch or any unit of time, he had no idea how long he had been there.

The incredibly hard walls on all sides, and the cold iron bars facing Sharp, unmistakably indicated that this was no ordinary room—it was a horrific prison cell, practically indistinguishable from a jail cell.

"Stop hiding, come out!" Sharp shouted, staring at the blind spot outside the fence.

一声不屑的轻啧声传来：“哼，真是无趣至极啊，把我暴揍一顿后，居然还用这种态度跟我讲话。”伴随着话音，芬妮的身影在栅栏外的阴影处闪烁不定。

Sharp looked puzzled and asked, "Where is this place?"

Fanny slowly emerged from the blind spot, but this time she was completely different from when they first met; the aggressive edge she once possessed had noticeably diminished. She replied expressionlessly, "Just as you see, Deer Cave—the largest prison in this city."

"You can't keep me out of here. If I want to, it's too easy for me to get out."

"Who said I was going to lock you up?"

During the conversation, Fanny had already opened the gate of the fence.

"The Queen wants to see you; I believe you have already seen her in the Golden Antlers."

"Which queen? Hasn't your royal family been wiped out long ago?"

Sharp didn't quite believe Fanny's words and kept his distance from her.

"Young man, you really believe everything. How could Musi possibly tell you the true history? Haven't you heard the saying that only those who survive to the end have the right to rewrite history?"

......

After finding the key, An Han did not give up, but instead became troubled by it.

"But I can't find the corresponding door... Carl didn't tell me either."

She tried to recall all the possible hidden doors in the house, but to no avail.

Is it possible that she's at the company?

Seeing An Han's predicament, Xiao Ke suppressed her smile. She untied her apron and splashed a glass of water towards the fireplace.

The flames that were burning were extinguished by water in an instant. An Han looked at her, feeling very puzzled.

"Sister Han, this is your own home, isn't it? You should really investigate the inheritance your mother left you—" Xiao Ke sat on the sofa with a half-smile, the darkness in the living room obscuring half of her face.

Why does Xiao Ke seem a little different today? But An Han didn't have time to speculate. Sure enough, inside the fireplace, on the wall that had been scorched by smoke for years, there was a small keyhole.

"Mom, what are these tattoos on your hands? They look like pairs of eyes... How scary!" A childhood voice suddenly echoed in my ears, the innocent child's voice traveling through time to finally arrive here.

"Mom, why do you always like things related to deer so much? They're so unreasonable, and they always run far away..."

"Mother--"

Countless tiny figures surrounded her, guiding her step by step toward the dark truth as she crawled forward.

Finally, we reached the end of the passage. Before us lay a vast underground chamber.

She shone the flashlight beam straight ahead. The bright light shone on the glass cabinet in the center of the room and was reflected back, forming a dazzling patch of light.

Inside the cabinet was an extremely ornate royal suit of armor, its exquisite craftsmanship astonishing. The helmet, a symbol of royalty, featured a pair of long antlers meticulously forged from solid metal. The heavy armor gleamed with the luster of gold.

Involuntarily, An Han gasped and stepped forward. Reaching the glass display case, she placed her palm on the dusty glass.

The once pitch-black chamber was illuminated. The concrete walls were instantly revealed to be covered with dense text, patterns, and various totems. Beside the imposing royal armor, a set of clothing remarkably similar to An Han's figure, equally exquisite, was neatly arranged.

On the wall surrounded by totems hangs a huge family photo, the three people in the frame being the father, mother, and the young self.

"Mom, who are you?"

......

Throne of the Abyss.

The special plane landed at the airport next to the abyss, surrounded by ceremonial staff. Muslim stood at the head of the honor guard with the Templar Knights.

"Since you've made your decision..."

"Make a crown for the king."

"Use the flame to illuminate the morning star."

"Climbing over mountain after mountain."

On the private jet, Serafina stroked An Han's photo, her eyes filled with affection. It wasn't until Sen reminded her that she noticed the plane had already stopped gliding on the runway.

“Your Majesty, welcome home,” Sen said.

Serafina snorted and put her daughter's photo into her coat.

Amidst the cheers that greeted her, she descended the long steps and returned to the embrace of the deer tribe.

This marked the end of his more than ten years of wandering.

"Even though it is heavy."

"It must also be nourished with blood and sweat."

"You are your destiny."

"The weight of the crown must be borne by the king."