In the Spiritual Sea, there was a fairy-tale-style cottage with a mailbox in front of it, which was decorated with cute drawings of Ghost and Little Red Bird. The doors and windows of the cottage were wide open, revealing an empty station inside. A small blackboard hung on the wall of the station, recording the exact time and date of each mail arrival. On the table by the window sat a shimmering treasure chest, with a plump Little Red Bird sleeping beside it.
Colt used his Spiritual Power to manifest a finger and gently poked Little Red Bird.
Little Red Bird's feathers fluffed up slightly, bubbles drifted from its head: 【9↑ Feeling refreshed (*￣￣)】
Colt jumped up with joy, then rushed toward the bathroom while clutching his waist with a grimace. By the time he came out of the bathroom, Timothy was placing porridge and snacks on the small table.
"Tim," Colt pounced.
Good morning," Timothy said as he caught Colt, who had lunged at him, giving him a kiss, then another, "Good afternoon.
Colt pecked at him twice in rapid succession, like a little chick pecking at grain. "Tim, the treasure chest!"
"I remember, let's eat something before we open it." Timothy thought he was talking about that artificial treasure chest in the study.
They would secretly hide things in the treasure chest every day, then open it together at night. Even if it was just a perfectly colored leaf, a piece of wedding candy from someone else, or a blessing note from the company's confession wall, it was a surprise to them.
Colt used his Spiritual Power to scan Timothy's entire body to confirm there were no added listening devices, then ran to lock the door and pulled the curtains aside just enough to peek outside. After confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he returned to Timothy's side.
Tim, a treasure chest.
Timothy looked at his sparkling eyes and also showed a look of pleasant surprise: "You mean.."
Colt nodded vigorously: "Everything that was lost will come back!"
"I don't remember what kind of dream I had last night," Timothy said, looking somewhat worried.
"The Dream Station has changed too; it's become a fairy tale cottage, it even has a mailbox for Ghost and Little Red Bird's home." Colt sat in Timothy's lap, increasing their surface contact, carefully opened the treasure chest.
The treasure chest did not glow and release treasures wrapped in bubbles like it used to; instead, a postcard flew out. There were no postmarks or stamps, only the address: New World; Recipient: Colt Drake Little Reed. On the other side was a painting depicting a wedding being held on a luxurious cruise ship, with angels playing music in the sky and many Merfolk dancing and frolicking upon the sea.
From then on, the Prince and the Prince lived happily ever after.
Colt tried to take out the postcard, but the moment his Spiritual Power touched the postcard, three spheres of light surfaced in his mind. The postcard itself wasn't a treasure, but a treasure was hidden within it, providing one more choice than before. Inside the three spheres were the Prince's Crown, Angel's Horn, Merfolk Scales.
Put on the Crown, everyone will call you Prince Highness.
Blow the horn, your entrance comes with the "Wedding March" as background music.
The scales soaked in water, the skin automatically activated the Merfolk's Blessing upon contact with water, turning his legs into a fish tail for one hour.
Colt told Timothy about the transformation, the two of them simultaneously chose:
Merfolk's scales.
Merfolk Scales.
Colt ate brunch, while Timothy took a bucket of water and soaked the Merfolk scales in it.
For how long?
It didn't say for how long, maybe just getting it wet is enough.
The two crouched by the bucket, watching the water inside turn into a beautiful fluorescent blue, but the Merfolk scales remained unchanged.
Not a one-time thing.
We need test subjects.
The two looked at each other, then simultaneously turned their gaze toward the window.
I remember there's a suction-type water gun at home.
Change your clothes, put on your gloves and headgear, be careful not to get your skin wet.
In the courtyard, guests were competing with dogs and birds for toys, especially the self-flying magic brooms, allowing Muggles to experience the joy of Quidditch as well. Regrettably, the brooms could not fly outside the boundaries of the playground, their altitude was limited to under ten meters.
Where did Tim go?
Looking for my dear fiancé, of course. If he doesn't get up, he'll starve~
The person who replied had a very obnoxious smile, in the next second, a thin stream of water sprayed him on the head.
"Hey, watch it, you guys," Jason said, rubbing his head as he turned around.
The protagonist in his mouth was standing fully armed on the terrace, aiming a water gun in each hand and spraying at the people below.
He was being quite economical with the water, firing in short bursts.
Is this a water fight.." Stephanie's eyes suddenly widened, she screamed while pointing at Jason, "Your legs!
"My legs?" Jason looked down, seeing his torn beach shorts, instinctively tried to lift his feet, only for a blue fish tail to whip across his face, knocking him backward.
"Timothy Drake!" Jason roared.
What a fiery Merfolk, great lung capacity, no signs of hypoxia.." Stephanie's eyes lit up. She spread her arms and shouted up to the floor above, "Tim, give me one!
Sizzle
Colt satisfied her.
Soon, a second Merfolk appeared on the lawn.
Stephanie wiggled her golden fish tail, "Cassandra, take a picture! Help me take a picture, quick! A Merfolk special!"
The commotion here attracted everyone's attention, once Damian became the third Merfolk, someone rushed onto the terrace.
"Run!" Timothy shouted as he jumped from the building.
Colt was a step too slow, his water gun was confiscated by Dick.
Even after being soaked on his back by Dick, Timothy continued to run around energetically.
"Everyone, attention! It only takes effect upon skin contact!" Dick reported through the communicator.
Colt wanted to sneak back to his room to find a spare water gun, but Dick grabbed him by the back of his collar, his hood was pulled off.
Dick pressed the water gun against Colt's head: "Tell me, darling, where are the refills?"
Colt closed his eyes and shook his head with a sense of impending doom, "I won't tell you that the ammunition is hidden in the blue barrel."
Dick splashed water on Colt's head: "Sorry, Xiao Ke'er, someone taught me that the first rule of combat is to strip the enemy of their ability to fight back."
Colt wiped the water from his face, watched Dick's retreating figure, gritted his teeth as he pulled down his pants.
These leather pants are so tight, my tail hurts!
Colt crawled forward, making his way back to the room on his hands and knees. He found his Flying Skateboard, climbed onto it, switched the board to Flying Carpet mode. Then, he soaked a bathtub's worth of ammunition in Merfolk, used a large cola bottle to hold the water, poked several small holes in the cap, squeezed it to make several jets of water spray out.
The war outside had reached a fever pitch; except for Tony, who moved quickly in his Iron Man suit, everyone else was caught in the melee. The kind Spider-Man was deceived by the cunning Red Robin, becoming a leaping fish on land. Running out of supplies, Timothy was also suppressed; Jason was used as a projectile by the Armory to crash into Timothy, wriggling his chubby fish tail to pin Timothy down with his weight, while Barbara was responsible for tearing Timothy's leather pants.
Timothy screamed in terror, "Ba Jie! Have mercy!"
I left some underwear for you," Barbara said, patting Timothy's leg. "The hair removal was well done; your legs are even smoother than mine. You'll surely look beautiful once you turn into a Merfolk tail.
Dick burst into laughter, spraying water like a villain, but his expression changed instantly when he realized he had accidentally sprayed water on Barbara's hand. "Little Ba, do you believe me if I say it was an accident?"
"Do you think I believe you?" Barbara smiled.
I guess she doesn't believe you." Timothy lay back, watching his own legs turn into a red fish tail, commented on his and Jason's tails: "Mine is a koi, while yours looks like a guppy..
"I am a platinum butterfly koi." Colt steered his Flying Carpet through the air, squeezing a cola bottle to send Dick a tail, air-dropped an ammo bottle toward Timothy.
Oops, the ammunition bottle was snatched away by Jason.
Red Hood loves to cause chaos, everyone suffered, especially the Armory that threw him.
In the end, it wasn't just people; even the dogs and birds grew fish tails. The Merfolk dogs looked quite bizarre, but Radar adapted quickly. The Merfolk birds were nothing short of a miracle; Birdie couldn't even fly with that heavy tail, instead flapping its wings and hopping along while pecking at people.
On a summer afternoon, a water fight is nothing short of pure bliss.
Someone's human legs regrew midway through, to avoid exposing themselves, they had to shoot themselves to make a mermaid tail grow back.
Some people discovered that they could breathe underwater after growing Merfolk tails, so the battlefield turned into a swimming pool, everyone began to compete to see who could swim the fastest.
Timothy lugged out his half-meter-long cannon lens to take photos of the Merfolk for everyone. The sight of the flowing tails spreading out underwater was breathtakingly beautiful; everyone wanted a commemorative photo. The remaining half-tank of Merfolk potion was packed up and taken away by the crowd, under the pretext that it could be used for future underwater missions.
Colt watched the crowd leaving with their bags and bundles, asked, "Are they just here to play?"
Timothy watched the brothers who had left after transplanting the blueberry tree into flowerpots, said, "Yeah, there aren't that many missions in the New World Project, so everyone has plenty of time. They just found an excuse to get together."
..
Timothy's birthday was celebrated in the Great Eastern Country.
They were attending the conference on behalf of Wayne and Little Reed Medical. They had long since arranged their visas, while a professional team had taken over the work, they were responsible for the travel.
The two put on sunglasses and sun hats, while security personnel followed them secretly in plain clothes. Colt led Timothy skillfully through the streets and alleys, arriving at the Food Street behind Jingda Affiliated High School.
"This isn't my hometown, it's just a counterpart that looks exactly like it. Perhaps I miss my home too much, the New World Project has made it even more similar." Colt used his Spiritual Power to form a thin energy film around the two of them, making the market less noisy and preventing their voices from carrying.
Timothy scanned the surroundings. "Did you go to high school here before?"
Colt nodded. "I was ranked first in my grade. I could have been specially recruited, but the rewards for being the top scorer in the Gaokao were greater, so I chose to take the Gaokao instead."
Timothy's eyes darkened. "I'm sorry.."
Don't apologize, I just wanted to share my past with you." Colt took Timothy's hand, wove through the crowded crowd, bought a serving of toasted mantou slices. "Today is your birthday, I want to give you a special gift. To you, learning more about my past will certainly be special enough.
"Not just special, but precious." Timothy took a bite of the toasted mantou slice sprinkled with fine white sugar.
It's pretty good, right? But it's not as delicious as Grandpa's, I can't replicate his flavor either," Colt said, chewing on the familiar taste. "Before I came to this world, I had just been in a car accident. I was lucky enough to transmigrate because I was carrying comic books with me; otherwise, I would have died for good. This world is my home, I will never leave again.
Timothy felt sad for him.
Cheer up, Tim," Colt said with a brilliant smile. "I don't know how lucky I feel to have come here, it's truly wonderful to meet you! Although there was a period of rather terrible days, I don't remember them, so I won't be sad; I traded my voice for my sanity, so my soul wasn't eroded by loneliness. I exist healthy and strong, I am standing here, sharing in your happiness—nothing could be more wonderful than this.
..
Is that Cole Duck?
It seems there's an interstellar symposium coming up, both Wayne and Little Reed are on the invitation list..
It looks like it's really Colt and Cole Duck!
Some tourists recognized them.
The two of them pulled their brims low at the same time, looking for a way to escape.
The tourists, however, simply raised their phones to take photos in secret.
Keep it down, I think they heard us. The official files say they both understand Chinese.
Don't go and ruin their date.
Did Cole Duck just wave this way? He definitely did! Colt smiled at me!
I want to scream so much, they are even more handsome in person than in the videos, especially Colt's white hair.