Drake didn't like his new stepfather.

He had a feeling that his stepfather wouldn't like him either.

As his mother's health deteriorated, the man gradually peeled off his disguise from his past amiability.

No, there's no pretense, and Drake can clearly feel what this man's true face is.

Children's eyes are sometimes sharper than adults, and they are more able to understand the world more clearly.

Drake still cautiously walked into the house, his mother was leaning on the bed watching TV, her face was pale, and when she saw him come back, she asked in a low voice.

He whispered yes and ran into his room.

Drake is an introvert and doesn't usually like to talk much.

He carefully held a large glass jar containing a gift from the kind old man York—a strange creature fished out of the sea, a cute little creature with tentacles.

Drake is a loyal lover of marine animals, he also raised a lot of marine fish, shellfish, coral, and all kinds of strange things, caught from the seaside, he has a large sea tank, every day he has to take care of it, this is also Drake's greatest interest.

"So, what the hell are you?"

Drake thought that the Octopus, which was in an oversized glass bottle, might not make it home, but its vitality was more tenacious than he thought.

However, when it is put in the seawater fish tank, this little octopus is still the same as before, and it is not much angry

Drake didn't have an octopus, but his father did, and he was quite comfortable with it.

His father told him that the octopus was timid and shy, and that it was a difficult marine animal to feed.

"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 he injured the little octopus when he put it in the water tank, the wound was vaguely painful, but it was different from the feeling of being stung by a jellyfish, he thought about it, ran to the bathroom and used olive oil to sin his hand.

When he returned to his room, he found that the shy little fellow had found a coral bush and had no intention of meeting him.

Drake didn't pay much attention to this, and he held the book of marine animals, trying to carefully distinguish what kind of species this little octopus was.

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After nightfall, he lay asleep in his bed and soon fell asleep.

And after falling asleep, Drake vaguely had a vague dream. 】

All the sources came from the blazing flames that cut through most of the sky and fell into the sea with other sparks.

"It" felt as if it had been born from the depths of the sea, from the cold and dry bottom of the world, moving around the great abyss of the sea eye towards the edge of darkness.

It was the deepest memory, extremely vague and unfamiliar, and by the time "it" found its consciousness revived, it had moved from the cold ocean floor to the warmer layers of the ocean.

The underwater scene is beautiful and wonderful, and the large number of microorganisms brought by the ocean currents make the nearby sea full of life, and a large number of coral bushes and reefs grow on the seabed, becoming a natural habitat.

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

"It" does not have the energy to take care of all this, the beautiful ocean landscape is lost in its eyes, and from its birth, the vast environment of the ocean has brought it only endless dangers and difficulties.

Hunger makes every cell cry out for food, and it follows the direction of the fish, and begins a journey of "hunting".

For the current "it", it seems that there is never enough food to eat, or in other words, no matter how much it eats, the hunger in its head cannot be shaken.

Right now, it's eyeing a group of coelacanths, these guys are a rich source of protein - come, let's slowly approach this lone coelacanth, we can try to catch it, a coelacanth can keep itself active for a few hours, they are rich in protein, six times that of beef - at this time, slowly approach it from behind, be careful, don't make any sound, bite, it struggles very much, but it is useless, it still uses its tentacles to entangle it, and bite it alive.

"It's crunchy and tastes like chicken!"

Crunch?

Chicken flavor?

What the heck?

Strange ways of thinking came out of "it", and these strange thoughts occasionally caused "it" to fall into confusion at times, but most of the time, "it" didn't care too much about it, and continued to swim into the water, looking for more food.

The other coelacanths were frightened and fled the area.

Look at the source where you should have looked for another source of food.

"It" thought as it moved its tentacles and began to wander along the warm currents in the water.

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Drake gradually woke up, he realized that the alarm clock had gone off for a long time, and he was almost missing school again.

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

My stepfather probably went to the bar to drink again, and my mother didn't seem to get up in the morning, so no one would offer him breakfast today, as the day before yesterday.

Forget it, there is lunch anyway.

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

Luckily, he made it to the classroom before class.

The daily lessons were quite boring, and Drake found them boring, and the things the teacher talked about were far less colorful than those in the marine life illustrated book.

The animals under the sea live in a very interesting world, and the world in which he lives is relatively uninteresting.

"Focus, Mr. Montes, if you don't want all of your credits to be deducted this semester, please listen to me."

"I'm so sorry."

He stood up after being named, his face flushed.

There was a small laugh in the classroom.

"Sit down!"

The teacher waved his whip, and Drake sat down with a sad face.

It's just that he felt a tingling pain in his hand, Drake lowered his head and looked at his palm, and at some point, the wound was scarred, just a small scar, like a light-colored scale.

"It's ...... Scales? It's hard to get scales on my hands. ”

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

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

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Bang.

Drake is shoved into a locker, and he is targeted by an unlikable guy in the class.

"Shorty, didn't I ask you to write my biology class paper?"

Fat Duck sneered, and he stayed with his henchmen, blocking Drake in the middle of the road.

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

“…… I, I forgot. ”

"I forgot."

Fat Duck smashed the cabinet with his name written on it with his fist.

"Are you sure your brain can't recall......"