I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 248: Word warrior

Although the massive crowd of various fish was quite some distance away, it wasn't exactly difficult to rejoin them and disappear between these masses.

His splitting headache was gradually reducing as well, so he managed to think of something smart once more! Fair to say, things began working his way a little bit.

However, the idea was to pretend like he worked, for the sake of avoiding any unwanted attention. It should work out fine as the idea sounds simple enough.

Although it firmly seemed like a method to escape trouble, there were understandable reasons behind it.

The prime example was that he didn't exactly feel ready to fight anyone or anything, so the most logical decision was to wait until this headache completely disappeared.

Either that, or at least until he could think of a smart way to advance against the enemy; if there was an enemy be spoken of that is.

It was noticeably convenient how making such a plan, was firmly linked with exploration. Because pretending to work, easily allows him to swim from one end of the cavern to the other, without standing out whatsoever.

And evidently, having a firm understanding of what this place was about, ultimately meant that he could build up a better plan. So overall, his decision to explore the vicinity can be considered as golden!

It was an especially good decision, after considering that he could possibly be battling the holy-tar sect once more.

It wasn't a bad idea to be prepared for the worst against such a matter. Because after all, this sect was strong enough to bring destruction and misery towards anywhere they went!

They cannot be underestimated! And this task of eradicating this accursed sect, could not be taken lightly!

Getting back to his main idea... it wasn't necessarily difficult to pick what to do, in order to appear like he was working. Most of these fish were just carrying rocks and dirt: for the sake of throwing them in a lower portion of this whole cavern.

Such a task itself was not difficult to do. That and it led to exploring another portion of the cavern, that was pretty much on the other side of the whole natural structure!

He had followed a few tunnels that twisted and turned their way, towards a smaller portion of the vicinity. This spot had mainly stones as walls, which didn't fail to make this situation a bit weird: because a prime question was raised.

Why were these hundreds of fish, transferring debris towards a spot that seemed more usable, in comparison to the rest of this cavern? Sure this spot was smaller, but it was far more stable.

Timmy could not understand any reason behind such actions, but he could be close to figuring it out. Because his headache was slowly dissipating. It felt as if needles were being pulled out of his brain, one after the other.

He spat a rock out of his mouth of which he had been carrying, for the sake of appearing like he was working; And then started understanding why this headache was disappearing so quickly.

Physical labour! Constant movement, and the fact that he had carried a rock that was heavy for his size, meant that his entire organs had been functioning to support such work!

Unsurprisingly, the constant blood rush had washed away the effects on the brain that had been wearing him down.

So after he brought yet another rock to this same portion of the cavern, for the sake of appearing like he was working, most of the headache had gone away!

And conveniently, there were less fish in this smaller area this time, so it became easier to observe what this place had to offer.

This place was snug in comparison to the bigger cavern, it was just about twenty meters wide. That and it was spherically shaped to say at least.

There were these same white-gems who provided illumination in this place, and such a tool had helped him comprehend a hint that had been overlooked so far; these fish were not just randomly dropping bits of rock and dirt!

No no, that was not the case. Instead, they were carefully and strategically placing the debris, for the sake of shaping a proper place for a pool!

Or best described, they were creating a floor that had a hole in it. Such a structure was great for holding any liquids. And since they were already underwater, clearly this spot was being designed to hold a heavier liquid!

"Most perplexing," He softly spoke out, and just realised what he had said.

Although it wasn't drastic, he didn't expect himself to use such language that sounded smart and refined. It felt like a loss of identity for a second, because Gerlach was the only one who used such ways of expression.

Regardless of such an odd twist, his focus returned towards the empty pool's infrastructure. But that focus had been swiftly cut short, because a bigger figure weighed in these waters ~ with both heavier actions and dialogue.

"Why are you slacking around, slave?" Obviously, nothing about such a question was well-intended.

And after Timothy turned around, he noticed that the dirty-mouthed marine animal was actually an eel!

It was easy to state that the sea-pancake absolutely loathed eels of any kind, and this elongated bastard had just given him another reason to feed such deep-rooted hatred!

Upon further observation, before the hero uttered a single word: it was noticeable that this eel, was more powerful in comparison to any others!

Simply because this beast was longer, chubbier and that slimy-looking brown skin was only an eye candy; that drove attention away from this animal's pointy, long, and disgusting teeth!

But now was not the time to be fearful towards such aspects. On the contrary, it was time to answer back! And he had gathered up more than a few comebacks that would irritate if not offend, anyone who was the victim of such a sentence.

Yet contrary to everything that the boy wanted to say, another form of expression began domineering his conscious! And unsurprisingly, it swiftly affected his vocal interjection too! josei

"Bodily slavery is pale in comparison to whatever is taking your mind as a hostage. Isn't your attitude nothing but a veil that covers your insecurities, of which radiate stronger than anything that your critique can muster up?" Timothy slowly recited, utterly shocking the enemy with such a level of insight!

But the little menace did not stop there, he continued by also adding. "You are either someone who is incompetent to perform simple tasks, therefore you force other fish to do the work for you ~ or your significance is lacking enough that you have been sent out to deal with these labouring slaves?"

And what sealed this multiple edged offense, was a simple question that was unleashed by the same little boy.

He simply asked, "Now tell me, which poison is your mind being wrecked with?"