Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

In the dead of night, the piercing ring of the telephone shattered the silence, startling Zhao Lin awake. She struggled to open her eyes, fighting off sleep, and groped for her incessantly ringing phone. Only after brushing aside the hair obscuring her eyes could she barely make out the number on the screen.

After confirming that it was an unfamiliar number, Zhao Lin felt uneasy.

"Hello?" she lowered her voice. "Xiao Ke, why are you calling so late? What happened?"

She glanced cautiously at Sharp beside her to make sure he wasn't awake. Then she quickly threw on a coat and tiptoed out of the tent.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, with no immediate answer to her question. Zhao Lin could hear some background noise, seemingly coming from some enclosed space. This strange situation made her increasingly nervous, and her hand gripping the phone trembled involuntarily.

"Is this Miss Zhao?" A calm and deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

It is no small matter.

Zhao Lin frowned, trying to identify who the voice belonged to.

"Is that An Han?" The words were on the tip of her tongue when she suddenly remembered that the voice belonged to An Han, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Where are you now?" An Han's voice carried a hint of worry, which made Zhao Lin feel flattered.

"What...do you mean? Why are you asking this?" Zhao Lin asked, puzzled. She looked around, trying to determine her location, but it was a forest she had never been to before. She only knew that it was somewhere on the outskirts of Shenzhen.

What An Han said next shocked her even more.

"Do you know what your little lackey has done? Just because she was worried about you, she kidnapped me... Now the whole city of Shenzhen is searching for me." An Han's tone revealed reproach and dissatisfaction.

"Sorry... I didn't hear you clearly. Did you mean Xiao Ke kidnapped you?" Zhao Lin stammered, trying to make sure she hadn't misheard. However, An Han's words left no room for argument.

"Forget it, I can't explain it to you. Let her come and get it for you—"

Another piercing scream rang out from the phone, drowning out An Han's voice: "Sister Zhao Lin! The editor-in-chief keeps urging me for your schedule, how am I supposed to know where you are... You also said you were being followed by strange people, and the police won't let you report it. I thought you'd been lured into a pyramid scheme!"

"No, no, that's not true, Xiao Ke. I just ran into a little trouble. I just have to spend the night in the suburbs." Zhao Lin's already chaotic mind became even more confused after this commotion. "Xiao Ke, quickly apologize to Miss An. You almost caused trouble."

“No need.” An Han’s slightly lazy voice came. “If you have to blame someone, blame your company’s unreasonable task allocation system. Letting an intern replace you, Ms. Zhao, you have too much face.”

What's going on here? An Han's occasional sarcastic and aggressive remarks made Zhao Lin even less inclined to continue the call. She frowned and retorted with some displeasure, "An Han, can we put aside these irrelevant topics for now? The most important thing right now is to solve your problem."

However, An Han didn't care about her attitude and continued to speak coldly: "You should be glad that I'm still willing to make this call and care about your situation on behalf of this girl. Otherwise, I wouldn't care where you died."

Zhao Lin took a deep breath, trying to suppress her inner turmoil. Arguing with An Han would only be a waste of time.

"you......"

brush!

A dark shadow swept past Zhao Lin, followed by a gust of wind.

Zhao Lin was startled and instinctively turned her head to look, only to find that Na Ling was already standing next to her.

"Xiao... Naling, what are you doing here?" Zhao Lin said, clutching her chest, still shaken.

At this moment, her phone had already vanished, replaced by Na Ling's disdainful expression.

"Calm down, An Han. Reporter Zhao won't be back for a while. Please pass this on to her editor-in-chief." Na Ling casually said to An Han on the other end of the phone before hanging up.

"Do you know An Han?" Zhao Lin asked.

Na Ling raised an eyebrow and said, "I worked at Sunset for a while before, so we're not particularly close."

Zhao Lin shook her head helplessly, thinking to herself that the world is really too small.

"Thank you, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do." She couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Na Ling shrugged and handed the phone to Zhao Lin: "Take this, and don't let her bully you again."

Zhao Lin seemed to still be in shock from what had just happened, and showed no intention of taking it for a long time.

Seeing this, Na Ling frowned slightly, reached into Zhao Lin's collar, and stuffed the phone inside.

"Ah—" Zhao Lin suddenly screamed, her face turning red as she covered her chest.

"Heh, luckily you weren't caught by Lefie, otherwise you would definitely have become her plaything." This wasn't just a casual remark from Na Ling; Zhao Lin had a very bad impression of that high priestess—her methods were disgusting, and her psychology was twisted...

Are all deer people like this?

"Meow! Zhao Lin, something bad has happened! Sharp seems to have fainted!" The tent flap was suddenly lifted by Abu, who raised its little paw and kept pointing at the motionless Sharp inside.

Naling rushed into the tent, untied her sleeping bag, and reached out to check Sharp's breath while listening to his heartbeat. However, her touch shocked her—Sharp was frighteningly cold, and cold sweat was constantly pouring down his forehead.

Immediately afterward, Naling seemed to remember something important and began frantically searching for something around Sharp. At the same time, Zhao Lin anxiously rummaged through her bag for first-aid supplies and urgently asked, "Abu, what happened to Sharp?"

Abu explained with a look of regret, "When I woke up, my paw accidentally touched his face, and it felt unusually cold, and his complexion looked terrible... No matter how I called him, he didn't respond."

Naling carefully lifted Sharp's head and gently tilted it to one side. Just then, two silvery-white threads appeared in her sight, clinging tightly to the back of Sharp's head like octopuses.

Na Ling was startled, because she had only ever seen one person use such a connector from beginning to end.

"Lefebvre—" Na Ling's expression froze instantly upon realizing the danger.

......

In the hallucination, Sharp clutched his stabbed left shoulder, desperately dodging Lefère's deadly attacks. Sharp was now consumed by fear and despair.

"What are you hiding for, handsome? Don't you like my strength?" Lefie deliberately imitated Naya's tone, laughing in a sickly way. She enjoyed the feeling of firmly controlling others, gradually pushing this one-sided massacre to its climax.

Sharp felt a chill run down his spine, but he still tried to stop Lefebvre's madness with words. "Kill me, do you think Mus will let you go?" He knew perfectly well that this was futile. Faced with the bloodthirsty Lefebvre, he was powerless to resist and could only become her living prey.

Upon hearing Sharp's words, Lefie paused briefly in his actions. "Mus? What can he do to me? Without me, he can't grasp the vast secret behind the Golden Antlers." Then, as if venting his pent-up frustration, Lefie shouted, "On the contrary, you, the troublesome outsider, somehow manage to manipulate our Deer Clan's sacred artifact out of thin air. Mus keeps you around to replace me at any time, and I will absolutely not let that happen..."

Absolutely not. I want to sit on the throne of the Deer Clan and become the one above all others.

Sharp felt a chill run down his spine. He had probably underestimated Lefève's madness and overestimated Moose's influence over her. This crazy woman had already made him her imaginary enemy.

Lefebvre raised his blade again, ready to end Sharp's already precarious life. However, at that moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared between the two, piercing the dark night sky like a shining meteor. This golden light instantly shielded Sharp, taking the full force of Lefebvre's attack for him.

Lefère was violently thrown back, his body flying backward uncontrollably, the blade in his hand digging deep into the ground. The golden light gradually dissipated, leaving only a single, brilliantly colored feather floating in the air. This feather shimmered with the last light of life, drifting slowly until it finally landed in front of Sharp.

Sharp's eyes widened as a powerful wave of longing surged through him, so overwhelming yet so familiar and distant. The person who had once been by his side had never truly left.

She always comes back in this way, whether she returns as wind or rain.

"Can't you even rest in peace after death? All for protecting your useless little boyfriend?" Lefebvre stood up and roared at the empty void. The roar echoed in the air, carrying a deep provocation, as if expressing his anger to some unseen being.

"Alright, Naya, if you save him a hundred times, I'll kill him a hundred times, and we'll both be fine!"

A cruel smile played on Lefève's lips, his voice chillingly cold.

After he finished speaking, the entire illusion began to shake violently, as if it were about to collapse. Lefie waved his hands, and golden energy was continuously drawn from his body, forming a dazzling light. This energy quickly gathered together, gradually outlining the shape of a giant puppet.

The puppet's upper body stood before Sharp, towering tens of meters high, like a majestic mountain. The puppet's left hand slowly moved, sweeping towards Sharp. In an instant, countless ropes emerged from the puppet's fingertips, pulling various life-sized puppets, like a giant puppeteer, and this was its theater of performance.

The tethering ropes wove into a dense net in the air, enveloping Sharp. He tried to escape but found himself trapped. He could only watch helplessly as the lifeless puppets closed in on him.

"rustle."

It was the sound of fingertips gently tracing a back, soft and careful, as if afraid of hurting the person before them.

"Sharp, don't be afraid."

The vibrant feather had already transformed into a human form, appearing behind Sharp. She reached out and touched Sharp's shoulder, feeling his body temperature and breath.

"and me."

Naya, made of golden antlers and flowing energy, emerged from behind Sharp and fought alongside him as before.

Yes, she's so strong, why would she need someone to protect her?

Sharp looked at the person in front of him, his eyes already brimming with tears...