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.

was closer,

the lady might be dead by that time. The person in

likely to survive. One would usually prioritize that factor when

and hauling her to the shore, before

before she was yanked ashore by the people

match Blake’s speed, and had

looked to the shore, and panicked

She ran

this.

Grandma! I know what

she ran

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

wheelchair up half a meter. There were too many people by the river—

flagging down a passer-by to

her legs were, and reached the shore in no time. She did not act rashly,

over, hoisting her up. “Don’t go

and Blake could only hear himself rowing. He had reached the middle

person’s clothing, all Blake could feel was a sticky,

slimy, like algae had begun to grow on them? The person was on their back, exposing a pale and

It was a man.

something wrapping around his ankles and pulling him

“What?”

you trick

wrenched his feet

been scared witless coming face to face

water was to grab their

down vigorously. He had undergone underwater training before, and was able to use his

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

time to think about what was underwater. He

was relentless in its pursuit, and quickly caught up

This underwater force seemed

hard towards the shore. Whether the corpse

safety was far more

this, he was able to

whatever force that was underwater had now caught both of his ankles. Blake was no longer dragged backwards, but he could not swim forwards as

slimy, like the corpse

panic, he might just be able to hold off this underwater force

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