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The shade of the trees covered the deep grass, and on the fertile soil grew plump, tender Balm Mushrooms brimming with juice.

Several Metapod floated in midair, white silk shot from their tails connecting them to the branches above and holding them in place.

Beneath them lay a patch of incredibly dense green grass.

Suddenly, accompanied by a startled cry, a boy quickly pushed through the grass and ran into the distance.

Behind him came a dense buzzing sound.

Before the Metapod could react, a swarm of sharp-eyed Beedrill shot through the gaps between them, stirring up a gust of wind.

"Why does this feel so familiar?"

Hu Yang ran with all his strength. If he remembered correctly, there should be a river just around the bend ahead!

Huh? How did he know that?

Never mind!

Hu Yang turned according to the route in his memory and, sure enough, found a swiftly flowing river ahead.

He took a deep breath, then leaped into it.

The next second, every sound disappeared, leaving only the constant rushing of the river.

Hu Yang blew out a string of bubbles and opened his eyes, spotting several Magikarp drifting with the current not far ahead.

He looked up and saw that the Beedrill had not left. They were still circling above the riverbank.

After a brief thought, Hu Yang decisively swam forward alongside the Magikarp.

Before long, the swarm of Beedrill vanished from his sight.

Hu Yang let out a breath of relief and surfaced with the current.

Just then, a Magikarp swam past behind him, its cold tail slapping him across the face.

Hu Yang: "..."

Hu Yang slowly rose above the water and surveyed his surroundings.

Seeing no danger, he swam toward the shore.

Soaked through and dripping water, Hu Yang climbed ashore,