Chapter 115: 51. Whale Folk
Fisher’s running speed was fast. The figure didn’t realize that someone was quickly approaching from the dark wilderness behind him until he was about to leap over the wall, suddenly becoming aware that something was rapidly closing in.
Turning his head, he saw a gentleman with a staff charging towards him in the darkness, moving at a speed surpassing human capabilities, frightening him so much that he jumped down from the wall without thinking.
Fisher was not polite, following his steps to leap onto the wall, and only upon reaching the top did he realize that the figure was frantically running toward the school.
No, it was no good. He didn’t know what this guy was, and if he reached the student dormitories, it would be disastrous. What would happen if he harmed a student?
Thus, without hesitation, Fisher reversed his grip on the staff in his hand and threw it like a spear toward the figure. The figure seemed to react the moment the staff was thrown, hastily dodging to the side, watching as the arrow-like staff slammed into the ground before him.
“Ugh…”
The figure let out a faint whimper, appearing quite flustered. Seeing that the path ahead was blocked by the staff, he turned and ran in another direction.
There were still many students at Saint Nali University at night, but most were gathered in the library, teaching buildings, and dormitories in the center of the school. Here, however, was the direction of the faculty offices and gymnasium on the other side, hardly anyone around, not even security had come to patrol this area yet.
Watching him turn toward another direction, specifically toward the gymnasium opposite the faculty offices, Fisher quickly followed, not paying attention to the staff embedded in the ground, tightly trailing the figure ahead.
The figure ran incredibly fast, but the running posture was quite strange, appearing hopping and jumping clownishly in the dark. Now that he was closer, Fisher could see the huge tail drooping beside the cloaked figure’s legs.
Is this guy a subhuman?
Before he could think further, the figure suddenly leaped into a large building nearby, and when Fisher looked up, he saw that he had jumped into the university gymnasium.
Fisher frowned and stepped onto the gymnasium’s outer wall, quickly flipping inside.
The place he entered was an extremely spacious basketball court, designed with a high ceiling to avoid flying balls hitting it. It was the same here; with the lights off, it was entirely dark, and the sound of Fisher landing echoed far and wide.
Yet the figure made no sound upon landing.
In the darkness, Fisher suddenly couldn’t find the figure’s location.
He regretted not grabbing the staff that was embedded in the ground. The staff was enchanted with illumination magic, and if he had it, it should be able to light up this pitch-black court.
Fisher cautiously observed his surroundings, but the view was completely dark. Aside from the sound of his own footsteps, the only noise was the water from the swimming pool connected to the gymnasium. The windows of the gymnasium had not been fully closed, allowing the brazen night wind to sweep in and stir the water in the pool.
As he surveyed the area, Fisher walked toward the sound of the water.
The door connecting the basketball court to the swimming pool was ajar, and Fisher easily pushed it open. A strong disinfectant smell from the pool hit him, and despite being in a small area, he still couldn’t see the figure.
One window was open, and Fisher approached it, using the moonlight to inspect the surface but found no footprints, meaning the person hadn’t exited from here.
Could it be that the figure had just vanished?
Fisher turned back, looking at the dark swimming pool that was still being blown by the night wind, and walked to the edge, quietly gazing at the seemingly bottomless water.
He stared in silence while carefully listening for any sounds around him, hoping to catch even the slightest sound of footsteps.
But, apart from the sound of water, there was no other noise.
Fisher fixated on the pool water, staying at its edge for dozens of minutes. He feared that the person was hiding in the pool, but he didn’t dare to enter. He had no idea what was inside, and besides, he wasn’t good at underwater combat—if he messed up, it wouldn’t be good.
Dozens of minutes should already be the limit for subhumans or humans to dive, yet the pool remained calm, silent like it was dead.
Could it be that the figure had escaped?
But the question was, how did he do it?
After entering the gym, navigating through to the swimming pool, the main door had been closed. The only possible exits were the two windows in the court and swimming pool, and he hadn’t heard any footsteps or sounds going outside. Besides, even if that person jumped into the water, there should have been at least a splashing sound.
Yet, since entering, Fisher hadn’t heard a single sound.
Squatting by the pool’s edge, Fisher quietly recalled the panicking sound the figure had made when he threw the staff at him. He felt that the voice sounded somewhat familiar.
After a long time, Fisher seemingly returned empty-handed from the swimming pool to the basketball court, then jumped out of the court.
The gymnasium, now devoid of Fisher, slowly fell into darkness, accompanied only by the relentless sound of the swimming pool’s water.
In this silent venue, it was uncertain how much time passed, but slowly, a head emerged from the center of the swimming pool. The head seemingly merged with the water’s surface and made no sound as it surfaced.
Carefully assessing the still surroundings, as if confirming that the terrifying gentleman had left, the figure then slowly swam from the center of the pool to the edge and leaped onto the bank. Throughout this process, not a single extraneous sound of water was made.
Suddenly leaping out of the water, the figure wrapped herself in a completely soaked cloak.
“Lord Ramastia, please…”
A quiet female voice echoed in the darkness, and the droplets of water on her began to glow. In an instant, the water droplets seemed to come to life, dancing on her, and soon, the tail behind the girl began to vanish, completely transforming into human legs, while the blue light crown concealed under her cloak gradually faded away.
She glanced around the quiet environment again, then cautiously climbed out of the swimming pool through the window, disappearing nearby, running toward the distant student dormitories.
After the girl ran far away, only darkness remained in the gymnasium, and the sound of the swimming pool water continued to crash against the pool wall. Unknown to even the girl, in the adjacent basketball court, a gentleman sat expressionless against the wall connecting the court and swimming pool, listening intently to the sounds just made.
In the dark, he spread before him a vibrantly colored book, which was none other than the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans.
The pages of the book turned wildly on their own in the absence of wind, quickly flipping to the section regarding the “Demon,” and on the blank page, golden text began to flicker, leaving behind a new subheading.
“Whale Folk”
“Please select a research subject. Available subjects: 0/2”
“Jasmine, juvenile Whale Folk”
Fisher’s gaze lingered on the floating illusory text for a long time.
Whale Folk?
And there are still two available subjects?
In other words, the “Mysterious Child of the Sea” recorded in the Apocalypse Prophecy is a Whale Folk!
Suddenly obtaining news about a subhuman girl related to the apocalypse gave Fisher a feeling of exhilaration as if the fog in his heart had been swept away by the moonlight.
“Jasmine?”
He chewed on this name, and suddenly the image of the shy girl who always avoided others’ gazes came to mind.
I’m presenting Chapter Seven; I’ve already fulfilled my promise for more content. Wuwuwu, there’s no stockpiling; coding is killing me.
Look how hard I’m working; send me some support and tips.
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(End of chapter)
