White Rift. "The sun is a little harsh." Blake said. He sat on the banks of the Cream River, looking down at a book, with his back against a pale yellow stone. "Darken it up a bit, then?" Cashulael asked, sitting on the sidelines. With a wave of his right hand, the light around him quickly dimmed. "It's too dark." Blake looked up and said. "Ah, a little brighter, then?" Cashulael tilted his head and said. The surrounding light was bright again, but it was a little dimmer than before. "Almost." Blake said, looking down again. Cashulael looked at Blake, then lay straight on the ground and closed his eyes. He felt that Blake wouldn't finish his work so quickly anyway, so he might as well rest for a while.

Half an hour later...... Cashulael restarted, crossed his legs, and supported his chin with his right hand. The tail flicked to the left and then to the right, and hit some pebbles on the ground. He watched as Blake flipped a page of the book, and then watched as Blake took a pen and wrote something on the book. Another hour and a half later...... Cashulael jumped up, looked at Blake, and ran away. It's too boring to stay here all the time, and it doesn't bother Blake, so Cashulael plans to find something to do elsewhere in the White Rift. Blake looked up and shrugged as Cashulael ran away. Then he lowered his head again and turned another page of the book.

Cashulael ran to the upper reaches of the Cream River and drank a little of the river's water. He stood there and rubbed his eyes with his left hand, feeling bored. Ever since Black came to White Rift, Cashulael had felt bored by the fact that he had never been bored at all and that he had been bored by standing still. He tilted his head, raised his right hand, and condensed a light blue ball of energy less than three centimeters in diameter. Then, Castle carefully raised the ball of energy to his mouth, and with a gentle blow, the diameter of the ball slowly swelled to seven centimeters, and its color became lighter. Cashulael looked at it carefully, and was still not satisfied, so he blew lightly again. The diameter of the ball of energy swelled to ten centimeters, and then it broke with a "poof". Cashulael was startled, and was stunned by the splash of energy.

"Splashed in the eyes......" Cashulael whispered, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. But fortunately, it was his own energy, and the amount was small, and it didn't cause any substantial damage. Cashulael made another ball of energy, but it was a bit larger than the one he had just made. He took a deep breath and blew hard. "Bang!" The ball exploded again, as it expanded to seven centimeters in diameter. "Wow!" Cashulael cried, taking a step back and shaking his head. Cashuly tried a few more times, and without exception the energy balls exploded. "......" he didn't speak, frowning.

Blake turned another page of the book. At the same time, he heard a noisy sound that did not look like the pages of a book turning. He listened carefully with a frown, and saw that it was coming from the upper reaches of the Cream River. He stood up, placed the book on the stone, and saw a transparent ball of energy roll down the river of cream. The ball of energy bounced on the surface of the river, splashing one after another. At the same time, Blake saw Cashulael flying down the river. "Hey! Black! Cashulyre screamed and flew in. What are you working on? Blake asked, his eyes fixed on the ball of energy. It's nothing. Cashulael said, waving his hand and striking a small ball of azure energy. The ball of energy hit the surface of the water next to the large transparent ball of energy, and this time the ball bounced high.

"Are you sure it's called nothing?" Blake asked, staring at Sholyre. And the latter just hit a small ball of energy. "I just get a little bored." Cashulael paused and said in a very innocent tone. "So you made a ball?" Blake asked in a very indulgent tone, clasping his hands over his shoulders. "I'm practicing how to manipulate energy with precision." Cashulael landed lightly on the shore and replied. He watched intently as the transparent ball of energy bounced farther and farther off the surface of the river, almost slipping into the creamy river. "It's a really interesting exercise." Blake said connivingly. As soon as Cashulael heard Blake's tone, he knew that he definitely didn't believe what he was saying. "You try!" Give it a try! He rushed in front of Blake with a "whoosh", shouting almost against Blake's face.

"Try ...... What to try? Blake took a step back before he spoke. He was used to Cashulaire's behavior rushing around like this every day, so he wasn't too surprised. "Like this." As he spoke, Cashulael raised his right hand and condensed a small ball of sky blue energy in his palm. "Condense a mini ball of energy?" Blake narrowed his eyes and asked, "And then?" "Keep watching!" Cashulyre shouted. Seeing that Blake stopped talking, he put the energy ball to his mouth and blew it gently. At the same time, his palms also shimmered with a faint blue light. "Blowing bubbles with energy?" Blake asked, frowning, staring at the slowly growing and transparent ball of energy. "That's not right!" Cashulael exclaimed.

Byron, rest module, outer ring, a certain corridor. Ervinda shuffled, moving slowly. He moved so slowly that from a distance it looked like he was stuck in place. It couldn't be helped, he felt like he was going to be exhausted tonight, and he felt that he was so tired because of Gammish. As usual, he finished his shift and showed up at the door of his lounge at nine o'clock in the evening. He opened the door as usual, and was overwhelmed by the flood of beanie fruit pouring out of the break room. "......" he shouted as he struggled to climb out of the "sea of beanie fruits", "What?! "It's a pity, because there is no one in the corridor, and the partition of the ship's bulkhead is so effective, no one except himself hears what he shouts." How is this going...... Yes?! Ervinda said as she stood up against the bulkhead, glaring at the large pile of beanie fruits.

Who would be so bored to put such a large pile of beanie fruit in my personal lounge? How did he open the door? At that time, Erwenda was puzzled. Then, he tugged through the beans for a while, grabbing the electronic board that he had dropped on the ground because of the fright. He turned on the communication system and called a few people to move those inexplicable beanie fruits to the warehouse in the energy cabin. In the process of moving, one of the people found a cheap metal plate, looked at it, and gave it to Ervinda. The metal plate was engraved in a crooked lettering: Erwenda, there are enough beans this time, right? Ervinda glared at the words and slowly frowned.

"Gamesh !!" He roared, the veins in his head jumping. "Gamesh?" Someone else asked him. "It's nothing, let's move these beans and fruits first." Ervinda replied with a very unnatural smile. After several trips back and forth, they finally got all the beans and fruits ready. Everyone on the night shift in the energy bay of the Byron was a little surprised to see Ervinda go and return: they were even more surprised when they saw such a large pile of beans and fruits. Ervinda said goodbye to the others and walked down the hallway back to the break room on her own. He threw the cheap metal plate directly into the trash can, waiting with the rest of the mess to be dumped into the garbage pipe by the crew tomorrow morning. Ten minutes later, Ervinda finally returned to his personal lounge. He didn't wait for the automatic door to close, he just turned off the lights and lay on the boat. "I'll teach you a good lesson tomorrow......" Ervinda said, falling asleep in a daze. Tomorrow, I'll teach Gamesh a good lesson.

Ziyang, rest cabin, lounge room 001. Blake turned on the light, lay on the bed, squinted, and was about to fall asleep. However, he suddenly twitched and bounced violently. He frowned, got up and poured himself a large glass of water, and before he finished it, he placed it directly on the metal table. He turned off the light and lay back down. In the middle of the night, he rolled out of bed for the first time, his head hit the ground with a "bang", and his body hit the back of the suspension chair with a "bang". The hovering chair slowly slid away, but he didn't wake up, but lay upright on the ground, no different from the way he was lying on the bed.