Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Blake weaved through the crowd quickly, and saw a head bobbing about the water.

Even more strangely, there were two girls sobbing their hearts out. Both of them were drenched.

He had heard that there had been two girls who had fallen into the water. Had they been rescued already.

A middle aged woman shouted, “Give me back my daughter! My poor daughter!”

She panicked as she spoke, insisting on getting into the water.

Blake pulled her out of the way at once. “Don’t you go in there!”

The lady refused to listen, insisting on going in. “My daughter, please save my daughter!”

But, there were a few old uncles and aunties shouting by the shore, “No, it’s a man… there’s a man too!”

So was it a man or a woman?

The middle-aged woman shoved Blake away, and was promptly yanked back.

He asked sternly, “Can you swim?”

The lady shook her head.

Blake said, “Don’t go in there. Wait here for me. Got it?”

Upon speaking, he jumped into the water. There was a life at stake here, and time waited for no one.

Blake rowed in the direction of the floating head.

Only for the middle-aged lady by the shore to jump in anyways. The water’s edge was shallow but got deeper as it went further into the center. She walked along the edge, shouting, “My daughter, save my daughter!”

Before she could finish, she lost her footing and slipped and fell into the river!

The lady cried out in panic, struggling and flailing her limbs.

“Help…”

Blake was nothing but annoyed. He’d told her not to come in, she didn’t know how to swim— and she’d done it anyway.

He stared at the head in the middle of the river. It had stopped moving.

middle-aged lady was closer, only

the middle of the water, the lady might be dead by that time. The person in the

would obviously choose the person who was more likely to survive. One would usually prioritize that factor when saving someone, not who

hauling her to the shore,

she was yanked ashore by the people

could not match Blake’s speed, and had only reached the

looked to the shore, and

She

this.

I know what I’m doing. You stay

speaking, she ran

know what to do. She herself could not go down, that

half a meter. There were too many people by the river— she would only cause more trouble if she were to

a safe spot, flagging

for how short her legs were, and reached the shore in no time. She did not act rashly, and merely cupped her hands by her

hoisting her up. “Don’t go

river were strong, and Blake could only hear himself rowing. He had reached the middle of the river, and reached out to grab the

closed around the person’s clothing, all Blake could feel was a

feel mossy and slimy, like algae had begun to grow on them? The person was on their back, exposing a pale and lifeless face with upturned eyes. It was

It was a man.

shock. Just then, he felt something wrapping around his ankles

“What?”

trick

wrenched his feet free,

been scared witless coming face to face with a corpse, but

terrified if something in the water was to grab

floating male corpse, stomping down vigorously. He had

felt like he was kicking against something round and soft— because he had lost his

time to think about what was underwater. He

underwater was relentless in its pursuit, and quickly caught up to

again. This underwater force seemed to be pretty

go of the corpse, pushing it hard towards the shore. Whether the corpse made it or not was out of

safety was

was able to swim with

both of his ankles. Blake was

slimy, like

be able to hold off this underwater force

what he was dealing with, and if it might explode with energy