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.

closer, only two

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

the person who was more likely to survive. One would usually prioritize that factor when saving

speed, raising the woman and hauling her to the shore, before swimming

before she was yanked ashore by the people nearby. Her cries could still be heard

Blake’s speed, and had only

to the shore, and panicked at

She ran

at this. “Lilly, don’t

around. “Don’t worry, Grandma! I know what

she ran

herself could not go down, that

meter. There were too many

to a safe spot, flagging down a passer-by to watch

a pretty fast runner 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 up. “Don’t go running around,

hear himself rowing. He had reached the middle of

his fingers closed around the person’s clothing, all

the water. Why did they 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 a

It was a man.

something wrapping around his ankles and pulling him

“What?”

trick

wrenched his feet

been scared witless coming face to face with a corpse, but not

water was to grab

the floating male corpse, stomping down vigorously. He had undergone underwater training before, and was

was kicking against something round and soft— because he had lost his footing after stomping down, the round

think about what was underwater. He grabbed the male corpse, swimming vigorously to

in its pursuit, and quickly caught up to

backwards once again. This

it hard towards the shore.

safety was far

this, he was able to swim with both

force that was underwater had now caught both of his ankles. Blake was no longer dragged

like

he didn’t panic, he might just be able to hold off this underwater force

might not work. He did not know what he was dealing with, and if it might explode