However, while Rikka was on full alert, Boom, who was in the illusion, was constantly besieged. He tried to rush out again and again, but was knocked back again and again.
The outermost brown fish form an encirclement, the fastest cyan fish is waiting for the opportunity to move, the blue fish looks on coldly, and the red fish is the main fighting force.
While dodging the attacks coming from different directions, Boom found helplessly that there was nothing he could do about it.
As for the little golden fish next to him, it was like a ghost and was ignored by others of its kind. Although Boom was confused, now was obviously not the time to think about the problem.
Boom, this little white fish, seems to be an outlier. And in the eyes of others, it is a stain that must be cleaned away.
The blood seeped through the skin, dyeing the surrounding seawater red, but was eventually diluted. The snow-white scales gradually peeled off, falling into the abyss like a meteor.
The tingling sensation continued to spread from all parts of the body, constantly teasing the already tense nerves. But the cold seawater never changed, pulling Boom back from the edge of coma time and time again.
He sluggishly allowed his body to be eaten away, and allowed those of his kind to do whatever they wanted. Boom could no longer maintain his body shape and sank rapidly.
"I'm so tired. Why did I come here? Why did those companions attack me."
"How about just sleep, maybe you can find the answer in your dream, but is the answer really important?"
"Where is my steel knife? My only companion, have you abandoned me? What a sad life."
"No! I don't want to die yet. I seem to still have things to do, even if I have forgotten them."
Boom looked at the similar people approaching slowly, gritting his teeth and constantly beating the sand. The surrounding seawater became increasingly turbid, and Boom quietly fled into the distance.
In a space made of coral, Boom tried his best to stick his body in the shadow, trying to avoid the same kind outside.
With an unreasonable sadness in his heart, Boom forgot his original appearance, why he came here, and everything that happened in the past.
There was despair in his eyes. He didn't know why he looked like this. White, damn white scales, damn alien.
"I am isolated again, strange, why should I say 'again'?" Boom huddled in the corner, quietly waiting for the upcoming fateful trial.
"If I weren't like this, would my companions like me and accept me?" Boom's despair turned into numbness, so numb that he forgot the pain.
The snow-white scales were bitten off by it, and the broken tail fin was constantly rubbing against the gravel. Boom was twisting his body like a madman at this moment, as if hoping to remove the white scales.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I don't dare to do it anymore, I don't want anything anymore, please forgive me." These voices kept ringing in Boom's mind, and the person squeezed into the corner more and more. p>
Blood spurted out from the already dilapidated body, sand and gravel rubbed between the skin and flesh, and the nerve lines ached faintly. That was a mark from the depths of the soul, a childhood experience that Boom had never told anyone.
"Damn poor man, damn thief, pull out all his nails and tear his gray linen hood into pieces." The voice sounded again, and Boom's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his pupils gradually expanded.
Being isolated is not terrible, and being rejected by everyone is not a problem. Boom has never been afraid of death, but is afraid of the peaceful paleness before death.
The outside world seemed to have returned to calm due to Boom's suddenness, and the four-colored fish scattered again, once again staging scenes of farce.
At this time, Boom was already lying on his side on the gravel ground, his gills opened and closed slightly, and his lips slowly contracted. The tail fin was like a willow leaf, unable to hold up his body anymore.
In Boom's eyes, the whole world is like a tilted scale, with one end always high above the ground and the other end deeply embedded in the soil.
Boom still can't remember anything and is still affected by countless negative emotions. Now he will no longer choose to escape, but prefers to be eaten up by his own kind.
"That's it, that's it. Let's go to another world and have a look. Is there really a Hall of Valor?" Boom felt that his eyelids were very heavy, and the sleepiness was quickly sweeping over his body.
But just before his life was about to expire, the little golden fish that had always been by his side began to shine as if it had awakened from sleep.
Surrounded by this ball of light, Boom felt that the cold sea water around him was gradually warming up, and his consciousness was quickly recovering.
From numbness and ignorance to severe pain, from the edge of collapse, to the whole body being covered with white scales again. The tail fin is complete again, and except for some weakness, there is no defect.
Boom turned to look at the little golden fish beside him. He wanted to say thank you, but he only spit out a series of bubbles. When the other party saw Boom like this, he "smiled" in a very anthropomorphic way.
As his body completely recovered, Boom also recovered from the previous despair. Heavy sleepiness came over him, and Boom closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing this, the golden fish touched Boom anxiously with its tail fin, but Boom remained as motionless as a dead pig. The golden fish had no choice but to quietly lean against Boom.
However, these two little guys didn't know that in the deeper trench, huge monsters were waking up one after another. They raised their heads and stared in the direction of Boom and the golden fish.
The world line shifted, and it was now dark in Highgarden. Rikka was still leaning on the bed motionless. Another day passed, and Boom was still in a state of cultivation.
Lighting the fire, carefully placing the tea leaves into the clay cup, Rikka hoped that Boom would wake up in the next second, regardless of whether the advancement was successful or failed.
When she met Boom, he was a magic apprentice, and he was still a poor boy who couldn't even afford a magic wand. Along the way, her dependence on Boom never changed.
"Brother, I still miss the days of the black market, and I still like to live in the Wonder House."
"If it's like what Sister Christine said, even if everyone looks down on you, Rikka will stay with my brother forever."
"Brother, please wake up quickly. Rikka hasn't eaten anything for a whole day. If you continue to sleep, you will starve to death."
Rikka grinned, but she neither cried nor touched her. She could usually say these words, but she couldn't say them now.
Because of the fusion with the opponent's soul, Rikka felt more or less desperate even though Boom was currently in the "Great Demon Realm".
That kind of despair is not like a blade or a sharp cone, it is as thick as night, and is pressing towards Boom little by little. He is unable to resist, and even the courage to reach out is deprived of him.
But this feeling of heart palpitations slowly dissipated. That's why Rikka seemed very relaxed now. She didn't know what Boom was going through, but she could feel that his heart was still beating.
"That's enough. Let me leave my brother to Rikka's protection from now on. It doesn't matter whether he succeeds or not. Rikka just wants my brother to be safe."
Rikka closed her eyes again, and the room instantly exuded a beast-like aura. Rikka knew that was all she could do now.