I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 53: Soul

So he pulled the stinger out and made for where he thought the mouth of this puffer was.

With a bit of attempt, he slipped through but could also feel his back and belly getting scratched. Thankfully no alarm about damage was rung, so once more he escaped without taking damage.

This mission was in all terms easier than he thought, and as a good gift, the pufferfish here can be consumed for health.

After a bit of consulting with the system, Tim had realized that his hunger bar was only 7/15. Easily understandable considering all the distance he had covered, not to mention the battles.

But it also meant that he can't consume this entire checkered pufferfish but only half of it.

Which in exchange will fill up the hunger bar to its limit, grant just one more point of health which summed up the total of 66/100.

Last but certainly not least, his stamina had decreased by 5 points as an effect to consuming such a species.

[Stamina has been temporarily reduced by 5 points. This effect will last for exactly an hour, so system recommends you to get out of here and rest for a while.]

"Well shit. This is a forbidden puffer then." He answered and wiggled his tail, making for the exit of this joint.

First things first after he reached those friendly fish who gave him this mission, was to ask them questions regarding this entire mission. Nothing seems to add up and without further questions, the curiosity could haunt him for a while.

Through swimming out, he could feel a small disturbance in the waters. But figured that it was just some crazy clownfish raging somewhere out of this gassy den.

So he didn't bother to look around and made for the clearer waters, his little fins stroking the water softly.

This task was finished fast so he had a lot of time until the holy effects wear off, rushing wasn't part of his subconscious for now.

But that disturbance... it felt closer now. As if a short tail was violently torturing the water, piercing water like a crazy water kisser.

Once more Timmy did not pay attention to it, brushed it off as clown fish fighting each other this time.

In the quarter of his eye, spotting an orange flash became inevitable, hard to spot when swimming above bloody red coral but his short vision worked good enough this time.

At this point, he felt certain that this orange fish caused all of that disturbance. Judging the speed, it became all the more plausible.

As it got closer, Timothy realized that this was no small clownfish. No no, instead this was a fish whom stretched twice of Tim's size.

Recalling some recent memories, it became easier to figure out what this species was. And spotting the dark patch above the roof of its lips made everything clear.

This was none other than a blacktipped grouper. It didn't take much logic to figure out that this one wasn't here for anything good, a simple animalistic instinct would be enough to figure that out.

So Tim followed the direction where the enemy was raging through. Oddly, it wasn't swimming directly towards him but was instead taking an alternative route, almost taking a U turn come to think of it.

It was all on the boy's left view so he slowly shifted his body towards that direction to predict when the enemy will attack.

His stinger stood curled up, waiting and craving to massacre the orange bastard's head.

The enemy got closer by every blink and Tim did not fail to follow each second of it, until finally he was led left enough to make a 180 turn.

His pupils jerked wide open as the sense of vision captivated a pitch black fish, whom stretched 3 feet wide and had a terrifying row of pointy stick like teeth raging forward.

"What the hell is that!" Tim shouted, right when the enemy was about 3 feet away.

He tried to sink down in order to avoid the enemy, but that was stripped out as an option because it wasn't so easy to avoid a 3 foot wide fish!

At this rate, he had a short hope of getting swallowed whole, that would inevitably help escape those horrible teeth who can deal deadly damage regardless of his durability being recently doubled.

When the enemy reached just a foot close, Tim tried to comprehend the realization that this could be the end.

Right at that second, something orange flickered through the quarter of his eye once more.

And...

Bashed directly against the big dark enemy, knocking off its route by a few inches.

But as much as Tim was concerned, the enemy rushed right through his right side without causing any damage.

Having the opportunity to peek at the enemy's back, thanks to all the momentum such beast brought.

Spotting the hump on its back helped Timmy easily realise who this bastard was, the beast being short lengthed made everything a hunch more transparent.

"This bitch survived that fire?!" Tim thought while taking a peek at the orange bull that had enough momentum to knock that huge bastard out of the way.

Confused of whom to attack at this point, he asked the blacktipped grouper. "You didn't mean to do that, right?"

"Oh I hella meant it." She answered and shook her head after, reciting. "That fat fuck has tough skin."

"But why did you attack it?" Tim questioned, genuinely confused and once more ignoring his surroundings.

"Look out!" The lady orange fish shouted and dashed against Tim, using her rather strong slim head to push the boy out of the way.

The massive fish raged through the water above them right after, her dorsal fin creating a noticeable line through the waters, all thanks to that torpedo like speed.

And thankfully it stopped charging for a moment after missing the target for the second time. She stood 5 meters away but Timothy could notice how she became dark skinned, it was all thanks to that fire.

The enemy's gaze focused directly towards him, her tone stretched loud with a single statement. "The holy tar demands your soul!"