Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

Yeman stood silently in the throne room, a vast underground space, like a statue. A few rays of sunlight streamed in through a crack in the ceiling, illuminating her fully armored body. This was the center of the existing Deer Clan's power, the place she knew best.

A long corridor stretched out directly ahead, like a dead earthworm, but it was the only path leading across the bottomless abyss below. She gazed at the end of the corridor, preparing for his arrival.

Bang——

The gate in the distance was pushed open, and Mus led a young girl slowly onto the covered bridge.

“General,” Ye Man’er said calmly.

Mus had no doubt about her loyalty. He glanced at Yeman a few times and asked, "Where is he?"

“Nathaniel has gone out on business, saying he made a new discovery.” Yeman took a few steps forward, his armor and spear gleaming coldly. His combat boots clattered on the stone slabs.

This steely royal guard was also a member of the Templar Knights, her formidable strength second only to Mus among the ten knights. However, her rigid personality made her disliked by everyone. She always adhered to the clan's rules and order with an almost obsessive intensity, showing no mercy to any violators.

Yeman's scrutinizing gaze seemed to pierce through all pretense, taking in all the conspiracies and schemes behind it all. This sharp gaze sent a chill down the spine of the girl beside Mus, who involuntarily took two steps back.

"General, did you find a substitute who looks exactly like that little girl? Or did you directly use the Golden Deer Antlers to create a puppet?" Before Mus could respond again, Yeman had already slowly walked down the steps of the throne and stood in front of the two of them, carefully examining the girl in front of him in an exceptionally meticulous manner.

The disguise was so easily exposed, yet Mus showed no surprise. He calmly said, "You should know that what I despise most are traitors, especially those I personally trained." Hearing this, the girl beside him secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because Yeman's gaze finally shifted away from her.

“So, how do you plan to explain all this to Nathaniel?” she asked.

Mus smiled slightly and replied, “How should I explain it? Once Lefie brings her body back, we can hold a solemn and dignified funeral for her.” With that, he deftly bypassed Yeman and then looked up at the high, lonely throne.

Then, Mus ascended the steps and came before the throne, whereupon a pair of antlers appeared on his right hand.

The golden light emanating from the golden antlers was particularly dazzling here. Musto looked at it and said to Yeman:

"During the War of Heaven and Earth, in order to stop me, Na Ling's parents sent their child to a secluded place with the Golden Deer Antlers, and she inherited a portion of the Golden Deer Antlers' power—"

"Did you discover something?" Ye Man'er asked.

“Indeed, there has been a discovery.” He stared at the girl next to Ye Man’er, his eyes sharp. “Now there is someone who can use the power of the Golden Deer Antlers directly without learning or special equipment… He doesn’t even realize that he has become the host of the Golden Deer Antlers.”

"Isn't this a sign that the high priests are about to awaken their abilities?" Yeman looked at Mus with a puzzled expression.

“This is different. Even the High Priest cannot fully utilize the Golden Antlers’ power, let alone make them a host that can parasitize. This has never happened before.” As he spoke, the Golden Antlers in Mus’s hand began to tremble slightly, as if showing something to its master, or as if telling them that his power was far more than that.

"Then... what do you want to do?" She already knew a little about the person Mus was describing and kept a close eye on him.

“Dress her up nicely to look like Naya, then send her back to that person.” Mus’s voice was icy, leaving no room for argument. “After all, puppets are used to impersonate real people, aren’t they?”

At this moment, the puppet girl, who looked exactly like Naya, realized that she had become a tool to be manipulated at will. Watching Yeman'er approach, the girl's legs went weak with fear. She knew what was about to happen, but she was powerless to resist.

Having lived in this world for only a few short days, I am destined to become a substitute for someone else...

"You...you lied to me! You said I didn't need to become her!" The puppet girl, gripped by Yeman'er's iron arm, questioned Mus.

“Yes, but things have changed.” Muss said dismissively.

"What changes?"

"Now I need you to become Naya, and not only that, you also need to do your best to please Sharp and make him fall into your trap. Make him believe that his lover has truly come to life."

"But I don't want to be someone else's substitute!" the puppet girl cried out.

“From beginning to end, I only told you; I didn’t give you any choice.” Mus turned his back, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation. His figure gradually blurred in the girl’s eyes.

That person who is already dead... that young girl named Naya...

Why?

……

After Yeman left, the throne room was unusually quiet. Mus carefully placed the golden antlers on the altar and watched them slowly float up under their own gravity.

Through the golden antlers, he saw countless of his kind who had lost their lives in the ordinary war. Their figures flashed before his eyes, as if their souls, with no day of rest, had become an integral part of the golden antlers. However, now was not the time for mourning; only the final step remained to ensure the success of the plan—the connection with Shenzhen.

Despite his inner uncertainty, Mus remained calm, instructing Lefie to issue threatening remarks and to search the city thoroughly for the person's whereabouts. This had become a habit; wherever he went, he would have his men remain vigilant, leaving no one who might resemble her undetected.

In the streets and alleys of Shenzhen, countless members of the Deer Clan have launched a comprehensive search. They carefully observe the faces and behaviors of everyone, leaving no detail overlooked.

Meanwhile, Mus waited quietly in the throne room for the result... or rather, he never wanted the day when the result would be officially announced.

Mus sighed and sat down on the cold steps like a child.

The doors to the throne room were opened again, but this time they were forced open by someone's own weight.

"Cough-cough-"

The man, clutching his arm, limped over.

Mus looked up, his eyes showing some surprise.

This was the first time that Mus had used the word "distraught" to describe Anarleffy.

“Where is Naya’s body?” he asked.

But Lefebvre didn't answer his question. Instead, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and said to him with a look of fear on his face:

"Her...her sister is back!"

Mus frowned, as if wanting to confirm with the flustered high priest once again.

"Who?" he asked.

“Na Ling, she’s not dead, she’s back!” Lefie repeated, his voice trembling.