A cold wind blew, the temperature was close to zero, and Bertie, who was wearing an ordinary casual shirt, sneezed.

Then he squatted on the ridge, his hands covering his head, and silently cried out: "What the hell was I thinking just now?!!" It was so shameful to imagine such a chuunibyou manga plot in front of a stranger! Although no one could know what he was thinking, the sad thing was that people can't deceive themselves.

But there is actually another reason.

Igor turned around and noticed the person behind him was shorter. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Are you afraid of the demon bird? The so-called 'Abyss Messenger' is just a prejudice from the past."

“I know,” said Bod. “I’m just… Ahem! I’m a little cold.”

After a pause, he squatted down and added, "And I am prejudiced against all ferocious animals that attack humans."

Igor: “…”

So what are you doing here? Are you really attracted to Wendy?

It turns out that the plot of the nerd and the little gangster in idol dramas is art derived from life?

"Then you should stay here." Wendy said casually, pushing up her sunglasses. "We're going to go down to the beach."

Bertie glanced at the cliff less than a meter away.

He felt that all the blood in his legs had flowed back to his heart. This was the only organ in his body that could still function, beating non-stop.

"I'll go too." He insisted, mustering up his last bit of courage.

Let me die.

Look at the group of people in front.

Mr. Bradley (Igor), wearing a blue-gray bowler hat and a long trench coat of the same color, looks like he could be in an idol drama like Dracula the Great when he presses his hat. Next to him is his sister wearing a colorful jacket and jeans. Behind him is Hugo, the butler who looks like he came out of a banquet in a suit and tie. And Azathoth, dressed in a black robe with a Highland Jackdaw perched on his shoulder, looks like an evil wizard from the Middle Ages or a black-robed wizard from a fantasy world.

just me.

Bod thought angrily.

I'm the only one who looks like a real extra.

"Oh... Bertie." Gresham was eating ice cream in the warm tropics, watching the scene through the live video function of Bertie's glasses. "My dear brother, you have suffered."

"Shut up." Bertie squeezed out a few words from between his teeth while the distance between them was far away.

"I haven't found anything yet," Gresham said drily. "You might as well be here with me, looking through the tapes."

"Please don't be an afterthought."

"So what about the girl? Is she pretty?"

Bertie: "She's gorgeous... No, I mean, besides being pretty, she's not as special as Erica. Why should I go through all that trouble with them?"

As he spoke, he was climbing down a rock that was almost at a 75-degree angle to the horizontal, and every second he felt that he would break at least one bone that day.

The Red Line Army should have bought me insurance.

He began to recall what was described in the contract he signed with the Vatican.

Although this place is dangerous, it is not rejected by everyone.

As Azathoth's feet touched the sand, other tourists cheered and ran towards him from another road. They looked like a student tour group, most of them Alphas, keen to explore all kinds of magical places. One of the girls was holding a drone remote control, and the hum of the flying object was clearly audible in the air.

The beach was not big, and her attention was all on the high ground, so she accidentally stepped into the cold sea water.

"Shit!" the girl cursed loudly, "I just bought these sneakers three days ago!"

"This is karma, Jen. You shouldn't wear it to show off when you're traveling."

The other Alpha seemed to be gloating.

"Hey!" The girl named Jane immediately became angry and walked over angrily. "What do you think of me?"

They were pulling and tugging on the beach, and all the companions around them ran forward to mediate. The noise was so loud that several birds living nearby were frightened and fled in all directions.

“They’re so rude,” said Bod unhappily. “They shouldn’t be making loud noises here.”

A Highland Jackdaw flew right over his head, making him stagger.

Someone in the tour group heard his words and saw this scene, and immediately laughed at him, "Waste Beta."

Bertie's face flushed. "You guys are not following the zoo rules. I can contact the administrator right now!"

"Oh, go ahead then." A few more people gathered around him. "You're talking on the phone in front of us, you bastard."

Although his strength is not high, Bertie, who comes from the Red Line Corps and is equipped with the latest thermal weapons:

If I shoot you, you'll probably have to call the emergency number.

But this was just a thought, and his purpose today was not this, so the idea of keeping things peaceful prevailed.

Just then, a girl named Jane on the other side shouted at them, "Hey! What are you guys doing there?"

Bertie took two steps back, and seeing that they had no intention of stopping him, he turned around and walked quickly towards where Azathoth and the others were. As a semi-official, he could have secretly called to report the incident and found out the truth.

Before the tour group dispersed, one of them looked at Bertie's back and spat, "A bunch of weakling Betas and bitchy Omegas."

Bertie paused.

Actually, Azathoth was more than ten meters away, and the wind and waves were so loud that they shouldn't have heard what they were saying. But he didn't know if it was Bertie's illusion, but he thought the young man in the black cloak glanced over at them just as the man finished speaking.

This listening is quite awesome...

After being shocked, Bertie forgot his anger. After he walked in, he just shrugged in response to Igor's questioning look: "A few young people who need a beating from society, don't bother with them."

Hugo glanced to the side. "They're filming us with a drone."

Bertie was stunned again. How could he know this?

The others seemed to have no doubt about the black-haired, red-eyed boy's judgment. Erica frowned, while Wendy was eager to try: "I can shoot down that drone."

Igor raised his hand and stroked her hair: "No need."

More than ten seconds later, the drone hovering in the air swayed uncontrollably like a drunk, and finally plunged into the sea and quickly sank to the bottom.

Jane's wailing could be heard within a hundred meters: "My drone! Thirty thousand star coins!!"

Bertie opened his mouth and looked blankly at Azathoth and then at Igor.

"What are you looking at?"

"That drone..."

"What bad luck," Igor said politely, then looked at Bertie's suspicious gaze with a look of sudden realization and amusement. "You don't think it was us, do you? How could it be possible?"

"I think so too, uh." Bertie was in a daze and always felt that something was wrong.

Erica secretly gave Hugo Tree a thumbs-up.

Hugo responded with a seemingly humble smile, and secretly projected a sentence from an angle that Bertie couldn't see: Igor can go make movies.

Both the acting and appearance are up to par.

Wendy felt a little lost, feeling that she had gone from being a hot topic that everyone wanted to study to being just one of the common people.

Although this is good, I always feel that the Mary Sue halo disappears from this moment.

Jane from the tour group was still screaming because the girl who had previously mocked her sneakers said again: "I bet you didn't even read the instructions. It's probably not how it flies at all."

Jane was roaring: "Do you think technology is still stuck in the past thousand years?! This is artificial intelligence self-driving! Idiot!"

"Oh, you're clever," another girl said, undeterred. "So it threw itself into the sea on its own accord, wanting to experience the same feeling of having water in its head as its owner?"

They started fighting again, repeating the boring process.

"Why would they travel together?" Erica asked, puzzled. "To make it easier for them to fight?"

Several people stopped watching the birds and stood on the beach to watch and gossip.

Bertie said, "Perhaps spanking is love and scolding is affection."

AA relationships are quite rare and are not widely accepted by traditional thinking, but this group does exist.

"My brother and his boyfriend never act like this." Wendy said surprisingly and gave Azathoth a sweet and flattering smile.

Azathoth glanced at her and agreed, "Indeed."

Bertie: “…”

Damn, I didn’t expect there would be dog food.

At this time, a young man who was trying to stop the two girls from arguing with each other said something unreasonable: "Stop arguing. Maybe the drone fell down as revenge because they knew we were secretly filming."

He pointed at Bertie: "And this Beta just wanted to complain to the zoo."

Bertie: “……?”

Although a few minutes ago he also thought that Azathoth and the others were responsible for the drone crashing into the sea, it now seems that this idea is not only logically strange, but also easily exposes his IQ.

The real murderer Hugo made a 'tsk' sound.

The drone, lurching along the beach at 100 kilometers per hour, hurtled toward the young man who was speaking. At first glance, it resembled a giant black crab with a motor, its claws waving and its teeth bared. The young man, caught off guard, mistook it for some grotesque prehistoric beast. He froze in fear. Just as he was about to receive a brutal blow to his crotch, the drone obediently came to rest between his legs.

"You didn't expect that, idiot," the bionic man thought. "Not only can I get a drone into the sea, I can also get it into the sky."

Jane: “…”

She fell silent, staring blankly at her drone, which had become so unfamiliar to her.

Who bought this? It wasn't me.

For a moment, the beach fell into a long-lost silence, and the only sound was the shrill cries of the frightened Highland Jackdaws.

The girl who had quarreled with Jane looked at Jane who was standing in a daze on the beach, her eyes flashing.

The next second, she suddenly took a running start and rushed forward, knocking Jane into the sea!

Although this sea area is close to the shore, it is not shallow. Just one or two steps forward will bring you to a depth of several meters.

And Jane can't swim.

The sturdy Alpha entered the water and instantly transformed into a toddler, unable to walk. She flailed her limbs in a futile attempt to reach shore, only to be swept further and further away. She could only manage a cries for help. The relentless waves gradually sapped her heat and strength, and it looked like she would soon give up.

Everyone in the tour group was terrified. One person asked the girl in a shrill voice, "What the hell are you doing?!"

The others could only stare at the scene in a daze, their minds blank, unable to even think of calling for help.

Bertie gasped and quickly took off his shirt and set it aside. Goose bumps immediately formed on his upper body from the cold. He quickly said to Igor, "Please help me contact the zoo's emergency rescue team. They will be here in five minutes."

Then he rushed towards the sea without hesitation.

Igor stopped unbuttoning his shirt and moved his hand to his pocket to take out his mobile terminal.

No one had expected something like this to happen, and there wasn't even any first aid equipment on hand.

However, the moment Bertie stepped half a foot into the sea, the situation changed again.

Jane, who was still struggling in the water, let out a terrified scream: "There's something... in the water!! It's biting, uh, my legs!"

In panic, she suddenly swallowed a large mouthful of sea water, and the eye-catching golden head floating on the water immediately disappeared.

The girl sank like a stone.

Bertie's heart sank.

At this moment, Azathoth took two steps forward, his eyebrows twisted together under his hood.

A miniature 'ocean' that is half artificial and half natural, what could be under the water?