Drake didn't like his new stepfather.

He had a feeling that his stepfather would not like him either.

As her mother's health became worse and worse, the man gradually stripped off his disguise from his past kindness.

No, there is no disguise. Drake can clearly feel what this man is like.

Children's vision is sometimes sharper than adults and can understand the world more clearly.

Drake walked into the room carefully. His mother was leaning on the bed watching TV. Her face turned yellow. When she saw him coming back, she asked in a low voice.

He agreed in a low voice and ran into his room.

Drake is introverted and doesn't like to talk much.

He carefully held a huge glass jar, which contained a gift from the kind-hearted Grandpa York - a strange creature caught from the sea and a cute little animal with tentacles.

Drake is a loyal marine animal lover. He has also raised many seawater fish, shellfish, corals, and all kinds of strange things that he caught from the beach. He has a large seawater tank that he has to take care of carefully every day, which is also Drake's greatest interest.

"So, what exactly are you?"

Drake originally thought that the "Eight Claw Monster" in the oversized glass bottle might not be able to last until he returned home, but its vitality was stronger than he thought.

But put it in the seawater fish tank, the little octopus was still the same as before, and was not much angry.

Drake had never raised an octopus, but his father had raised it and was quite content with it.

My father told him that octopus is timid and shy, and is a marine animal that is difficult to support.

"Huh...when did my hand break."

Drake was a little surprised. There was a small wound on the back of his hand. Could it be that it was injured when he put the little octopus in the water tank. The wound was a little painful, but it was different from the feeling of being stung by a jellyfish. He thought for a while and ran to the bathroom to wash his hand with olive oil.

When he returned to his room, he found this shy little guy, so he found a coral bush and crawled in, without any intention of meeting him.

Drake didn't care much about this. He held the forensic book of marine animals and wanted to carefully distinguish what kind of breed this little octopus was.

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After nightfall, he lay in bed and fell asleep quickly.

After falling asleep, Drake vaguely had a vague dream.]

All the sources come from the blazing flames, which cut through most of the sky and fell into the sea with other sparks.

"It" feels like it was born from the depths of the sea, originating from the cold and quiet bottom of the world, surrounding the huge sea-eyed abyss, moving towards the edge of darkness.

That was the deepest memory, extremely vague and strange. When "it" discovered that its consciousness had revived, it had moved from the cold seabed to the warmer sea layer.

The scenery on the seabed is beautiful and wonderful. The large number of microorganisms brought by ocean currents make the nearby sea full of vitality. A large number of coral clumps and reefs grow under the seabed, making it a natural habitat.

Any diver who comes here will be fascinated by this beautiful landscape.

"It" does not have the energy to take into account these things, and the beautiful ocean landscape is gone in its eyes. From its birth, the vast environment of the ocean brings it only endless dangers and difficulties.

Hunger made every cell of its cell shout for food. It followed the direction of the fish and began a "hunting" journey.

For the current "it" it seems that there is never enough food to eat, or in other words, no matter how much you eat, you can't get rid of the hunger in your mind.

At present, it is eyeing a group of coelacanth fish. These guys are a rich source of protein. Let us slowly approach this single coelacanth fish. We can try to catch it. A coelacanth fish can ensure that it is active for several hours. They are rich in protein, six times that of beef. At this time, slowly approach it from behind, be careful not to make any sound. When it bites, it struggles very hard, but it is useless. It still uses its tentacles to wrap it tightly and bite it alive.

“The taste is crispy and the taste is like chicken!”

Crispy?

Chicken flavor?

What the hell?

Wonderful ways of thinking emerge from the mind of "it", which occasionally cause "it" to be confused sometimes, but most of the time, "it" doesn't care too much about it, but continues to swim into the sea, looking for more food.

Other coelacanths were frightened and fled the area one after another.

It seems that it is from a source that should have been found for another food.

While thinking this way, "it" moved its tentacles and began to wander in the sea water along the warm currents.

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Drake gradually woke up, and he realized that the alarm clock had been ringing for a long time, and he almost missed the time to go to school again.

He quickly got up from the bed and when he passed by the living room downstairs, he found that there was no one at home.

My stepfather probably went to the bar to drink again, and my mother seemed to have not gotten up in the morning, so today was the same as the day before yesterday, and no one would provide him with any breakfast.

Forget it, I have lunch anyway.

He simply carried his schoolbag and hurriedly rode his bicycle all the way to school.

Fortunately, he finally arrived at the classroom before class.

The courses every day were quite boring, and Drake found it very boring. The teacher’s lectures were far less colorful than those in the marine life illustrations.

The animals on the seabed live in a very interesting world, and the world they are in is relatively boring.

"Concentrate, Mr. Montes, if you don't want all credits to be deducted this semester, please listen carefully to my lecture."

"terribly sorry."

He stood up after being named, his face flushed.

A small laughter came from the classroom.

"Sit down!"

The teacher waved the instruction stick, and Drake sat down with a depressed expression.

However, he felt a stinging pain in his hand. Drake lowered his head and looked at his palm. At some point, the wound had a scar, but the very small scar was like a light-colored scale.

"Is these... scales? Could it be that there are scales on my hands."

He rubbed his eyes, stared at him carefully, and found that there was nothing on his hands, and the original scar was strangely gone.

It was as if he had just had hallucinations or was dazzled—there was nothing on the back of Drake's hand.

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A thud.

Drake was pushed onto the locker and was targeted by an unlovable guy in his class.

"Dwarf, didn't I ask you to write my biology essay?"

Fat Dark sneered, he stayed with his followers and blocked Drake halfway.

"Why didn't this report move a word?"

“…I, I forgot.”

"Forgot."

Fatty Dark smashed the cabinet with his name written on it with his fist.
Chapter completed!