This time, the one he pulled up was a sweet young girl from the Fantasy Species, the "Young Girl Race."
She was petite and lovely, her palm-sized face bearing features as delicate as a porcelain doll's.
Her eyes were large and round, their rims reddened from choking on water, making her look all the more pitiful.
Her soaking wet, pale golden hair fell loose, making her look like a little mermaid plucked from the water.
Her body trembled slightly. Clearly chilled badly by the icy Black River water, she huddled in a corner of the log and looked timidly at Zhou Heng.
Like the mature woman from the "Mature Sister Clan," she kept coughing up bitter water while voicing her gratitude to Zhou Heng.
Just then, a third voice rose from beneath the log.
It was once again a woman's voice.
This time, however, the woman he rescued was a mature, alluring member of the Elf Race.
She had the Elf Race's signature pointed ears and long, moonlight-silver hair.
Even soaked through with Black River water, that hair still shimmered with a faint halo.
Her face was noble and coldly beautiful, and her entire bearing exuded the presence unique to someone in power.
Even in her current plight, she still held her back straight, as though she retained a trace of an elf queen's distinctive grace.
It was a stately grace tempered by countless years, commanding awe without anger.
Three women, three kinds of charm.
The mature woman's voluptuous allure, the young girl's innocent sweetness, and the elf's noble, cold beauty.
In some games where everyone had to struggle for survival, this would probably have been the start of a harem.
Yet after fishing three stunning women out of the Black River, Zhou Heng frowned deeply, his heart