I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 260: Desperate measures

When such a sentence was uttered out by the system, Timothy truly had no idea what to expect. His mind was filled with ego for the sake of keeping his sanity intact, but the effects that came along with such a pace of thinking were strong as well.

The grand example was that he could not use his brain for anything else, because all of that mental energy was focused on ego. That was why he couldn't really build up a theory of what to think.

Regardless of what he was capable of, the system still continued to work at her pace. And before he knew it, a sharp pain erupted from one portion of his body.

This was quite constricting but also felt like a huge relief. Because although stubborn, he had been slowly losing grip of sanity, the more he tried to fight the worm that was unleashing havoc in his body!

And to have the system do her work right now, it felt like a true saviour had suddenly arrived!

What he struggled to understand however, was the pain. Sure it was strong, but he couldn't really understand where it was coming from.

At first he thought that it was related to the fact that he couldn't focus right now, but the situation was heavier than that!

There wasn't a specific body part that hurt, that was not the case. Instead, everything physical that he possessed, was hurting as if to hell and back!

It felt like he was being stabbed with tiny needles, through every bit of skin that he had.

And what came along with such pain, was a sensation of burning! It was as if he had fallen in lava and couldn't do anything to escape it!

His fin-muscles began twitching, and it felt like the bones that held them together, could crack anytime soon!

The young hero was so close to blacking out for good this time, but that ego still had a little bit of stubbornness to reap motivation out of!

He refused to lose any grip of reality, and that was just enough to push him through this dilemma; because right now he just began coughing up a mouthful of blood.

And then the sea-disk coughed once more, but the blood seemed darker in colour - it seemed as if that blood was boiled in the stingray's body, and then a

was spat out through this exit!

Timmy coughed up a final mouthful of blood, and this one was filled with silver that had a very light-grey colour. It was hard to figure out why the silver had such a colour right now, but he was surely happy that it had left his body!

Relief began striking one side of his body, and spread out through the rest of the portions like an instantly growing tree who had limitless branches!

Such relief gave him a good feeling about blacking out right now, for the sake of relaxation and energy regeneration; but he didn't feel too safe here.

So with a bit of effort, he continued to stay conscious and tried to assure himself that this poison could not bring along death. Before he could form a sentence that surrounded the topic, the system already beat him to it.

[Most of the silver worm that had attacked you, had been pushed out of your body]

His senses began returning inch by inch, but he had forcefully encouraged them to return. Regardless of the measure that was taken, it was good to have them back. That was why he managed to notice a very strong headline, of what the system had just said.

"Most? What do you mean, most?" He tried to yell through such a sentence, but the lack of energy said otherwise.

[This poison is too strong, so I couldn't quite eradicate all of it]

[And since this darn poison actually has a conscious, it managed to make a decision which would help it hide in your body]

Although it was a stupid question to ask, he still did so. "Where is it hiding?"

[If I knew that, the poison would have gotten out of your body already]

[However, it has somehow transformed itself into imitations of blood-cells, for the sake of escaping capture so it's almost impossible to locate it]

Such information felt like a stronger hit than what damage the poison actually did a moment ago. He had it difficult to understand all of this at first, but everything began slowly making sense.

That was why he was finally able to form a stable question, "What can this little poison do to me? Can it control my mind?"

[Unlikely but yet not impossible. As I said, the venom simply wouldn't let me analyse it]

[However it was still weakened, that was why I was able to kick it out of your body]

[My guess is that after it's globe-shaped home was shattered, the worm desperately looked for a victim to take refuge in. Since its home was destroyed, my guess is that it became a lot weaker]

[So this time, pure luck had helped you escape insanity as we know it]

"And bad luck had almost made me go insane," He followed along, even though that sounded quite a pessimistic thing to say.

The system did not answer to that, so this allowed the hero to focus on the rest of the disaster. This bit of poison that was left in his body, could not be figured out anyway, so why waste time thinking about it?

Instead, his eyes landed on the rest of the cavern. The place he was floating in, wasn't exactly hidden ~ in other words, he had a clear view of what was happening on the other side.

The situation seemed calmer, so to say. Guard eels were not killing off slaves at a set of rage anymore, and it seemed like they had taken a different approach as well.

These massive four-meter-long eels were slithering across the waters, and putting in manual labour as well. They were far more capable of carrying dirt or rock, and could cut the working time in half for sure.

Timmy guessed that this whole cavern was behind schedule already. So after this additional collapse got their fins full of work, desperate measures had to be taken.