Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

......

I heard singing...

It was like a deep sigh, or an orchestral piece played in a lower key.

Whenever necessary, Sharp would appear in "his" space on time.

This time, however, the former black space has turned white.

The white was blinding.

......

"How about it?"

Short-haired Sharp sat in front of him, legs crossed, a smug smile plastered on his face.

"How about what?"

This time, he didn't get angry; instead, he chose to communicate with her calmly.

"How does it feel to be stabbed four times and then escape death?"

"You're welcome to give it a try," Sharp said irritably.

Only then did he realize he was lying in a hospital bed with an IV drip in his right hand. Various unfamiliar medical instruments surrounded him.

He tried to move, but the sharp pain in his lower back almost made him faint.

"Cough-cough-"

Just by straightening his back slightly, cold sweat poured down his forehead.

What happened after that?

Sharp pieced together his fragmented memories and vaguely remembered that before he passed out, Naya kept holding him.

He kept repeating things like "Don't abandon her"...

How wonderful. To die in the arms of such a beautiful woman would be worth it.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Short-haired Sharp gave him a disdainful look. "You can't die right now."

"Where's my 100% evasion?" Sharp ignored him and asked softly.

"That one—"

He scratched his head, feigning innocence.

"Well, that one has a time limit..."

fraud.

Every time he talked to him, he would inexplicably get angry. So he stopped dwelling on it, whether it was another world or a system. Now he just wanted to seize the opportunity and live a good life here.

Even if it's just for her.

"So, you're not planning to go back?"

"I......"

If he were alone and helpless over there, he could have stayed here forever. But he abandoned Xia Jie.

Some time has passed, and Sharp has long since relegated the events of his early days in the past to the back of his memory.

I wonder if my sister is doing well over there all by herself.

"Maybe I can let you see her." Short-haired Sharp had a smug look on his face, waiting to see how he would react.

"Really? How do I meet you?"

"Of course... we should build a bridge."

He stomped his foot, and the pure white space immediately collapsed, transforming into a familiar scene.

"Here, you can only observe; she can't see you, and you can't change anything."

Sharp struggled to sit up, focusing intently on everything before him.

......

This is the thirteenth day since Sharp disappeared in the real world.

The police investigation yielded no results, but they are still making efforts to find him.

There were no clues pointing to Sharp being deliberately kidnapped, nor was it possible he had run away from home. A living person simply vanished into thin air. Sharp's sister, Xia Jie, the only witness who could testify, stated that she would fully cooperate with the police investigation until her missing brother was found.

In the brightly lit study, Xia Jie held her head in distress, with a large amount of materials laid out on her desk.

"sister?"

Sharp shouted it out reflexively.

But she couldn't hear.

The chaotic living room, littered with empty bottles and carelessly discarded instant coffee, instantly plunged Sharp's spirits to rock bottom. The already cramped room was plastered with all sorts of printed missing person notices.

Did I really disappear for so long?

Looking at his sister's obvious dark circles and the lifelessness she had lost, his heart ached.

“You didn’t come here easily; you have to make a choice.”

"Did I even have a choice?" He was clearly anxious, his eyes fixed on the other person. "Didn't you say you were the one who brought me here? Now let me go back!"

“I’m just going along with your demands,” the short-haired Sharp said calmly.

Who's always talking about time travel? Who's always whining and complaining? Who just said they just want to seize the opportunity and live a good life here?

"you……"

Realizing he was in the wrong, Sharp could only swallow his bitter pill, a situation reminiscent of someone swallowing a bitter pill.

"Fine, fine, you're determined to kill me, aren't you?" he said in despair. Consumed by rage, Sharp gripped the sheets tightly. There was nothing else he could do.

Looking at Xia Jie so close to him, Sharp desperately wanted to tell her he was alright and put her mind at ease... But nothing in this world is perfect, and he wasn't some protagonist who could become a superhero just by transmigrating. He was just an unemployed college student who used the excuse of wanting to transmigrate to escape reality.

Seemingly not wanting to discourage him too much, short-haired Sharp changed his tone and comforted him, saying:

"To put it another way, it's not impossible for you to go back, but a certain condition needs to be triggered."

"What conditions?"

The other party deliberately dragged things out, and his mischievous smirk told Sharp that the request was definitely not going to be fulfilled so easily.

"You need to be mentally prepared."

"Say it!"

Suddenly, the scene changed, and the surroundings returned to the white space they had been in before.

"Hmm...who do you spend the most time with in this world?"

He pretended to think for a moment, then waved his hand.

"is her."

Suddenly, Naya appeared before Sharp.

Then, the short-haired Sharp, looking sickly, moved closer to him, staring into his eyes at close range. He mumbled something incoherently:

Do you know what to do?

He stretched out his hand and made a throat-slitting gesture. Throughout, he didn't even look away from Sharp's face for a second.

“What…” Sharp was stunned, swallowing hard.

"Hahahaha, she trusts you so much, it would be easy for you to kill her, wouldn't it?" Short-haired Sharp was gradually filled with arrogance.

A few days earlier, at the hotel that night, Naya’s words to him came flooding back.

"if……"

"If I get caught by Mus..."

"kill me……"

"Do not--"

“I could never do such a thing, Naya, don’t think like that…”

“Sharp, you have no idea what Mus is capable of doing for this... He’s a complete madman.”

She grabbed Sharp's hand and shoved the dagger into it.

“Promise me.” Naya gripped Sharp’s hand tightly, looking at him seriously.

"I……"

"..."

"How about it? This request isn't unreasonable, is it?"

Sharp was speechless, his eyes glazed over.

"They did make requests, you know. Or maybe while she's sleeping, they'll cut her carotid artery—"

"roll!"

He could no longer contain himself and roared like a wild beast out of control. His bottom line had been so thoroughly trampled on, and Sharp unleashed every curse he could muster.

"You fucking..."

As his heart rate spiked, the heart rate monitor screamed. He grabbed short-haired Sharp by the collar, but the man didn't flinch.

"Choose, my friend?"

He opened his arms in a gentlemanly gesture, like a magician taking his final bow.

......

Zhao Lin was startled awake by the jarring notification sound, and the water glass on the table fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Are you ok?"

A nurse who came to help Naya change her dressing asked with concern.

She rubbed her eyes and forced a healthy smile.

"I am fine."

Even she herself felt that her voice was pale and weak.

Indeed, Zhao Lin had been busy dealing with these two troublesome individuals for the past few hours. She even spent half a month's salary on their medical expenses.

Is this the truth she's been searching for? She looked at Naya lying quietly on the white sheets, wondering if it was all worth it.

Only she would think of finding a bunch of troublesome things to do during her vacation.

Although it was confirmed that Naya was a pure-blooded descendant of the Deer Clan, what about the future? She didn't belong here, and Zhao Lin didn't know why she had inadvertently connected with modern civilization. But she knew that the world wasn't ready to welcome Naya.

What will she be treated as? A living fossil? An exhibit?

Those crazy scientists will definitely dissect her...

"strangeness."

Zhao Lin's attention was drawn to the nurse who was changing her dressing.

"I just gave her some smallpox medication, but even if it's slow, it's impossible for not a single drop to be administered."

The little girl kept flipping through the IV drip, wondering if there had been a mistake. Zhao Lin also went over to take a look.

Indeed, the fluid level in the bottle hadn't changed from the very beginning. A drop of medicine dripped from the slender IV tube, touched Naya's forearm artery, and then immediately flowed back.

"Her body is rejecting it," Zhao Lin exclaimed.

"and this."

The nurse removed the gauze that had been used to bandage Naya, and the previously obvious wound on her left arm was completely healed, without leaving a single scar.

"How did you do that...?" Seeing that conventional medical theories were being shattered one by one, the nurse stared in astonishment at Naya, who was still unconscious.

Is it really true, as the books say, that the Deer Clan has the best physical fitness among all known human species?

This reminded Zhao Lin of an elective course she took in college. The professor was a short, white-haired old man. Most students took his class just to see his robot teaching assistant.

Yes, a tracked robot painted bright orange all over.

I remember its name was Coco...

The professor mentioned the current physical limits that humans can achieve in several lectures, and then gave an example of the Deer Clan:

"Because they live in high-latitude regions year-round, they have strong cardiopulmonary function and dense, lean muscle tissue. Although they are not tall, their limbs are very powerful."

"Jumping up tall trees or carrying objects several times their own weight is easy for them."

Zhao Lin suddenly understood. But Naya's situation was still somewhat beyond imagination. There were too many things about her that couldn't be explained.

"Stop the IV drip for now; her body isn't adapting well to the medications here."

"Are you...really okay?" The nurse touched Naya's forehead and asked uncertainly.

"Who is Zhao Lin?!"

Shouts came from the ward door.

"Wait a minute—" she interrupted the nurse first.

She hadn't even finished dealing with Naya's matter yet, and now another one had come up. She shook her head helplessly, feeling as if she had become the two children's personal nanny.

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

"Come and take a look quickly." The attending physician looked panicked and led Zhao Lin to Sharp's ward.

"The patient suddenly became stressed for no apparent reason, and his blood pressure and heart rate also rose."

"What?" She frowned, her delicate eyebrows furrowing.

What is this "uncle" doing?

"And it was also accompanied by convulsions..."

The two arrived outside the ward, where several doctors were trying to hold down Sharp's struggling arms.

"He...he's awake?"

"No, he's not awake; it's just a stress response in his body. We're planning to give him a small dose of sedative now."

An uneasy feeling was bothering her. Zhao Lin watched this heart-wrenching scene through the glass.

Hang in there, uncle!

Zhao Lin wasn't sure if she should call him by that name, but she subjectively felt that he was older than her.

Despite leaving a bad impression at the coffee shop...

"Zhao Lin?"

A faint, familiar voice came from beside me.

“Naya?”

Something seemed to have snapped her out of her daze, but Zhao Lin immediately rushed forward to steady her. The nurse who had followed behind explained what had just happened.

"I...I couldn't stop her..." she said breathlessly.

"Why is this happening..."

As she spoke, Naya walked alone to the window, her eyes fixed on Sharp, who was being forcibly injected with a sedative. He was being roughly held down, like a trapped beast about to die.

"Naya, why don't you go back and lie down? Given your current condition—"

"Need not."

Her eyes were lowered, her palm pressed against the tempered glass of the hospital room. She was trying to sense something.

Sharp's cold, powerless hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in her heart. His face was pale, his breathing weak, and the bandages wrapped around his body were stained with blood—marks left from protecting her. And this was the last thing Naya wanted to see.

He was still struggling, tenacious yet in pain.

The intensive care unit, which had been so quiet that only the hum of medical equipment could be heard, was suddenly filled with heavy, hurried footsteps. These strangers seemed to have broken some kind of taboo; their presence made the atmosphere unusually tense and oppressive. The footsteps echoed down the narrow corridor, each step feeling like a blow to Zhao Lin and Naya's taut heartstrings, finally stopping in front of Sharp's ward door.

Zhao Lin and Naya exchanged a glance, their hearts tightening. They both sensed that something bad might be about to happen.

“Ms. Zhao Lin, we are the investigation team from the Xiongling Public Security Bureau. We need you to come with us to the detention center to assist in the investigation of a case. Please cooperate with our work.” The man at the front first showed his police ID and said in a serious and unquestionable tone.

The man sported a distinctive but not particularly popular pompadour hairstyle, giving him an air of arrogance and unruliness. Although she didn't know their identities or intentions, seeing them dressed in dark, uniform attire stirred a strange sense of unease within Naya. She couldn't help but turn her head, her gaze fixed on Zhao Lin beside her, her eyes filled with helplessness and confusion.

“I…I can’t leave him!” Naya’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, but the unwavering determination within it was something no one could ignore.

Zhao Lin sighed silently. She knew perfectly well why these people had come. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and then slowly began, "I understand your meaning, and I know this is a necessary procedure..."

She had just witnessed such a horrific armed fight on that path. When she arrived at the scene, she couldn't even distinguish between the corpses and the living...

Running away isn't the solution; she has to face reality. She turned to the police officers, trying to make her voice sound calm and firm: "I can go back with you, but I need to make sure he's being looked after first."

The police officers exchanged glances. After a brief discussion, they agreed to Zhao Lin's request, leaving one auxiliary police officer at the hospital to ensure that Sharp would not suffer any further accidental injury.

"So, let's go?"

The man with the airplane-shaped haircut spoke to Naya, staring at her with the eyes of someone looking at a prisoner.

"Damn it... can't we hide it anymore?"

Zhao Lin sensed something was wrong.