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Underground River The water in the river was colder than I expected, especially after diving a few meters down, the water temperature actually felt bone-chilling. It’s really strange. I’ve heard of underground hot springs, but is there also an underground cold spring? One-Eyed Beast Flashlight is waterproof and has excellent sealing performance. My Flashlight has been bumped, bumped, and used as a hammer to hit people. But now there is no problem in the water. The light is still straight and the light shines brightly. A large area in front of my eyes lit up. The water is very clean, there is nothing there, not even plankton can be seen. Likewise, I didn't see Jack. I shine Flashlight towards the bottom of the water. Clean water has high permeability. In this environment, One-Eyed Beast Flashlight has a very long illumination distance. Even though it is far less penetrable than in the air, the illumination distance is still far away. It must be more than ten meters. However, One-Eyed Beast is a deep black beyond the distance where the light shines. I didn't see the bottom of the Underground River. My heart suddenly sank. I have the urge to rush to Pavement and return to shore. I don't believe there's anything in such deep water. My calm mind prevented me from making this stupid move and I chose to turn off the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight. If there is a scary creature in this Underground River, the heavy Blood Smell on my body is already attractive enough to it, and there is no need to use Flashlight to illuminate its dining area. I don't think I have the ability to fight against any aquatic beasts in the water. The wisest choice would be to swim to the other side as quickly as possible. The current of Underground River is very slow. I can feel the speed of the water most clearly in the water. This speed will not have any impact on my swimming. I can even swim downstream of Underground River with a little help from the current. the other side. This will at least get rid of threats from the air as quickly as possible. I think Jack would also make such a choice.
After entering this mysterious state, my judgment and sensitivity undoubtedly improved significantly, but it did not increase my physical strength. I tried to forget my fear and focused on paddling.
However, it wasn't long before my body felt cold and stiff, with the heat being drained away by the icy water of the Underground River. My limbs had lost all sensation, and I was merely paddling in a mechanical and rigid manner. Moreover, my body felt heavier, as if my own weight was continuously increasing, surpassing that of the water. If I stopped paddling, I would sink to the bottom of the Underground River.
To make matters worse, my diving time had also been greatly reduced. Normally, I could hold my breath for four and a half minutes; this was not my limit, and I could easily achieve it. But this time, it was clear that I wouldn't last three minutes. Although my body was failing me, my mental state remained highly concentrated. I could clearly estimate the time; there was no way I had reached three minutes yet. However, I could no longer hold on; the oxygen levels in my blood were insufficient to sustain my paddling movements. I knew that hypoxia would soon affect my thinking.
I had to get back to the Pavement immediately; otherwise, I would drown.
I changed my body angle and direction of paddling, attempting to swim towards the Pavement at an angle. But I quickly realized that things were not as simple as I had hoped. It felt as if there was a massive suction force pulling me down to the bottom.
I felt a bit anxious. Yes, I was somewhat nervous, but not to the point of being flustered because my mind was clear. I knew what to do and took immediate action.
First, I abandoned the angled ascent and instead positioned myself upright in the water. My arms and legs paddled downward. In the icy water, the AK-47 felt like it weighed a ton; my arms and legs were numb and unresponsive. Each time I lifted them to paddle required tremendous effort, and my movements were very uncoordinated. It seemed like my brain was losing control over my limbs.
Yet my mind remained alert. My thoughts were unusually sharp; I sensed that something else was at play—there seemed to be a gravitational pull from below because lifting my arms consumed significantly more energy.
My brain could still control my arms and legs, but the nerves in my fingers and toes had gone numb, likely due to a drastic drop in body temperature. My body lacked any heat replenishment.
I knew I didn't have much time left. The tightness in my chest and the severe pain in my lungs were sending jolts through my nerves. I set aside the little negativity I had, just worrying that my peripheral nerves might freeze, and desperately swam downward.
My body was rising slowly, a fact I could feel clearly. However, I wasn't worried; I knew I wasn't deep underwater. As long as I kept ascending, I would soon reach the pavement and breathe in fresh air.
Suddenly, I saw a light. For a moment, I thought it was an illusion, but then I realized it wasn't.
The light was just above me, perhaps only about thirty centimeters from the horizontal level, but it wasn't directly overhead; it seemed quite far away. The beam flashed in my direction for a moment before quickly shifting to another direction.
From the speed at which the light moved, I deduced it was on the pavement; movements underwater wouldn't be that quick. Moreover, the source of this light had to be Jack—Jack's One-Eyed Beast Flashlight.
My head broke through the surface of the pavement, and as I gasped for air, I looked toward the direction of the light.
From above the pavement, it became clear that the light wasn't far from me. In the pitch-black space, it was bright, dazzling, and chaotic. It wasn't illuminating a specific spot or even a general area like the pavement, the sky, or the opposite shore. It was shaking violently; the flashlight moved like stage lasers.
After watching for a few seconds, I suddenly realized he wasn't trying to illuminate anything; he was using the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight to strike something. It hit me immediately—Jack was in trouble.
I quickly reached for my flashlight. First, I needed to figure out what kind of trouble Jack had encountered. He had weapons—a submachine gun—something far more lethal than the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight. Yet he wasn't using his gun; instead, he was attacking with the flashlight. I couldn't understand why; I had to find out what he was hitting. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to help him.
Upon arriving at the Pavement, my slightly nervous mood relaxed. For a boy who grew up by the sea, there were a hundred ways to keep myself from sinking into the water as long as I was on the Pavement.
However, the moment I grasped the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight and turned it on, I felt as if I were about to sink to the bottom, at least my heart sank.
As I moved through the Underground River, the water temperature dropped further down, causing my body and limbs to nearly freeze. My fingers and toes lost all sensation. This condition did not improve upon reaching the Pavement; I believed it was due to a lack of heat in my body.
But when the Flashlight illuminated, its light did not shine directly on my hand; rather, it was merely the residual glow reflecting off my hand. I saw that there was a thick layer of transparent ice on my hand. (To Be Continued...)
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