A World of Its Own

Ye Yuan was in a terrible state, finding himself in an unknown space. The first thing he saw was a massive reef.

The reef was about half an acre in size. It was surrounded by seawater.

The seawater covered an area of about ten acres. The outer edge of the seawater was shrouded in a circle of purple mist. The sky was a dull gray.

And he was floating above the reef, yes, floating.

Ye Yuan's brain felt like it was overloaded. He tried to reach out and touch his body.

A bizarre thing happened: his hand passed right through his body.

What was going on? Had he died? Turned into a ghost?

He managed to calm himself down a bit. He noticed a stone tablet in the center of the reef, and it seemed to have some writing on it.

Ye Yuan wanted to go over and take a look, but he found he couldn't move at all. Yet, with just a thought, he found himself instantly standing before the stone tablet.

What the heck was this? Was this what novels called teleportation?

He decided not to dwell on that for now and focused on what was written on the stone tablet. People were naturally afraid of the unknown.

The writing on the stone tablet looked very much like ancient seal script.

But Ye Yuan didn't recognize it! Ye Yuan thought to himself, "I studied marine science, not history."

It was as if the writing on the stone tablet sensed Ye Yuan's thoughts.

The stone tablet gradually lit up with a white light, which grew brighter and brighter. The characters on it also seemed to come alive, slowly moving, gathering the white light, and then shooting out from the stone tablet towards Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan had no time to react before this beam of white light struck his body.

What followed was a clear memory. It was a feeling that couldn't be described in words, as if these things rightfully belonged to Ye Yuan, yet they didn't.

As the white light dissipated, Ye Yuan stared blankly at the now empty stone tablet, remaining motionless for a long time. The writing that had been on the stone tablet was gone.

If anyone were there at that moment, they would have noticed a barely perceptible glint in Ye Yuan's eyes, which vanished instantly.

"Water Control Art"—that was what the light had left Ye Yuan with.

This text seemed to be branded into Ye Yuan's mind.

As time passed, Ye Yuan slowly calmed down from the string of unbelievable events.

The most pressing matter now was to figure out where he was, whether he was dead, or if he had entered another dimension as described in novels.

If it was another dimension, how could he return to his own world?

The moment he had this thought, he instantly saw a familiar environment. The blue sea, the dazzling sunlight.

He was back?

He looked at his hands, which were empty, holding nothing.

The mesh bag at his waist still contained the mobile phones and metal bottles he'd retrieved from the seabed, and his oxygen tanks were still there. Had he been dreaming?

But the "Water Control Art" in his mind was still crystal clear?

Then where was that space he had been in? How had he entered it?

The moment he thought of that space, his vision dimmed, and he found himself back in that bizarre place.

Could he move back and forth at will? Was the method of entry and exit simply by thinking about it?

After trying it several times, he finally confirmed that he had obtained an incredible treasure.

Not only could he enter the reef space, but he could also bring items into it.

However, within that space, he wasn't a physical entity, but something akin to a soul.

In the reef space, he was essentially a god, capable of altering the terrain with a single thought.

Looking at it this way, he possessed a portable warehouse the size of half an acre. What kind of concept was that?

Despite his immense excitement, there was still one matter he hadn't figured out: the issue with the "Water Control Art."

This "Water Control Art" was divided into five layers.

The first layer was very easy for him to understand and grasp, as if he knew it innately.

But the remaining four layers, though also in his mind, were like looking through a veil—hazy and indistinct.

The first layer of the Water Control Art was very similar to folk qigong, consisting entirely of various energy circulation routes. Following the memories and understanding in his mind, he quickly completed the circulation.

As Ye Yuan circulated the Water Control Art, some invisible gases from the surrounding seawater entered his body. When Ye Yuan stopped circulating, they disappeared.

Ye Yuan opened his eyes and felt his body. It felt very comfortable. This technique was called the "Water Control Art," and it must have something to do with water. He decided to go into the sea immediately to test what specific changes he had undergone.

With a leap, Ye Yuan entered the sea.

His swimming skills were quite good; normally, without any diving equipment, he could dive to a depth of 15-20 meters.

After entering the sea, he found he had a new understanding of the ocean. The seawater felt like a part of his body, a sensation as if he had become a fish.

He could breathe underwater, which was simply unbelievable.

As Ye Yuan descended, reaching the seabed at about thirty meters, the water pressure that should have been present was completely absent.

There was also his vision. Due to the light, visibility at the seabed was usually not very high. But the current Ye Yuan could see things dozens of meters away on the seabed at a depth of thirty meters. This was truly miraculous.

Ye Yuan swam freely in the seawater, excited. Suddenly, a reflective spot appeared about 30 meters in front of him, and Ye Yuan quickly swam over.

He discovered a bit of metal sticking out of the seabed sand. Casually picking it up, he realized it was likely the bracelet that the tourist had accidentally dropped yesterday.

After swimming in the sea for a while longer, he returned to the speedboat. He glanced at his watch, which indicated it was already noon. His objective for this dive was complete, and he had even found an unexpected treasure.

The amusement park charged a fee for retrieving items lost by tourists.

When precious items were recovered, tourists would often give the salvager an extra "red envelope" as a token of their gratitude.

This was also an additional source of income for Ye Yuan, as the boss never took a cut of these "red envelopes."

Back on shore, he called the tourist from yesterday. He informed her that the item had been found and asked if she had time to come and confirm if it was the one she had lost.

As it turned out, the tourist, not expecting it to be found, had already left Blue Island City. However, she still thanked Ye Yuan over the phone.

After their phone conversation, the amusement park arranged to mail the item to the tourist. The tourist added the park's official WeChat account, and after confirming it was her bracelet, she sent over a 10,000 yuan "red envelope" as a thank-you gift.

This "red envelope" was almost equal to Ye Yuan's salary for two months, and it was the largest "red envelope" he had ever received since starting at the amusement park.

With his shift about to end, Ye Yuan went to see the manager, intending to talk to him. After all, he had matters at home waiting for him.

Before obtaining the Water Control Art and the mysterious reef space, Ye Yuan might have hesitated on how to approach the manager. But now, even if there were no urgent matters at home, he had no intention of continuing to work here.

After all, with his current abilities, wouldn't simply catching something from the sea earn him more than his salary?