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"Okay, okay, I'm not moving now," Mostima said nonchalantly. It seemed that Yarman's tail was really sensitive; just a couple of casual rubs and it was like this.

As she spoke, she swam to Yarman's side, wanting to lean against him, but looked at him in astonishment as he swam in the same direction as her. "What are you doing? I told you, I won't touch your tail."

"..." Yarman looked at her warily, tucking his tail into a small ball. After making sure Mostima wouldn't grab it, he cautiously approached. "What do you want... huh?!"

Seeing Mostima suddenly close to him, Yarman instinctively tried to back away, but she grabbed him and pulled him into her arms. Looking at the flustered Yarman, Mostima laughed and asked, "Why are you running? I'm not going to eat you! I'm telling you, you're not allowed to run!"

What do you want to do?

“Let me tell you, I can’t swim.” Mostima gently pushed Yarman away and floated lightly towards the water. With a smile in Yarman’s bewildered eyes, she said, “If you push me away now, I might become the first angel to drown in Laterano’s history.”

"...Although he's a fallen angel, hmm~~~!"

Seeing this scene, Yarman was stunned. He had been thinking that Mostima couldn't possibly not swim, but when he saw that she really couldn't swim and was starting to sink, he swam forward without hesitation and pulled her up as she was about to sink.

"Why are you running? Do you really want to go down in history? Huh?" Yarman looked at Mostima, who was smiling and skillfully climbing onto him, and paused for a moment. "You can swim, right?"

“I won’t. If you don’t come up, I’ll sink to the bottom.” Mostima shook her head, leaning against Yarman. “But I’m glad you’re willing to come up and pull me back!”

“…Forget it, we won’t come swimming anymore.” Yarman shook his head, somewhat exhausted. He pulled Mostima aside and asked seriously, “Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t swim?”

“You didn’t ask,” Mostima replied matter-of-factly, laughing as she added, “Besides, don’t you know how? And even if neither of us knows how, if we both sink, you can just revive me, right? You won’t drown even if you sink, will you?”

"Good grief!" Yarman was even more exasperated now. "Other people come out to travel and play games, but you come out to travel and risk your life. Yeah, it's definitely more exciting, isn't it?"

"Absolutely! That's so exciting!"

"Sigh, forget it." Yarman hugged Mostima and said helplessly, "Why don't we just go back now? Forget it, let's not swim anymore. What's the point of swimming? We almost drowned."

"No! I want to swim now!" Mostima pushed Yarman away again and floated to the side, watching Yarman who immediately followed. "Then I'll have to keep an eye on you."

"……Ugh."

"You must be very happy right now."

"How could I not be happy?" Yarman said helplessly, then sighed deeply. "I never expected that you couldn't swim, yet I still brought you to play in the sea. I'm so happy."

"Then you'll teach me now?"

“Teach you to swim in the sea? Forget it. If a wave comes, I won’t even know where to find you. If you move even slightly, this little place will turn into a poison pool.”

"So what do we do now?"

“Let’s go back. Let’s go to the music festival tomorrow.” Yarman shook his head and looked at Mostima beside him. “Anyway, the music festival is about to start. There are a lot of street performers singing on the street. They have all kinds of styles. You can hear whatever you want to hear. And the Emperor and the others are coming too.”

"Didn't you say you wanted to meet them? You'll be able to in a few days."

"Alright then." Mostima thought for a moment and nodded. "Shall we go back now? How?"

"A portal! Otherwise, how are we going to get back?" Yalman looked at her and asked in confusion, "Look at what we're wearing right now. Are we supposed to just swim back to shore and walk back to the hotel?"

“It’s not impossible,” Mostima suddenly said. “Let’s get ashore first.”

“That’s easy!” Yarman opened the portal and pulled Mostima inside, “One step at a time.” But Mostima stopped him.

"Let's swim back."

"...Swim back? Us?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

“First of all, I personally don’t recommend swimming back. It’s over a hundred kilometers from here to Siesta,” Yarman said seriously to Mostima. “Also, if we really have to swim back, it will be me leading you back, not the other way around, understand?”

“Don’t worry about the details!” Mostima waved her hand casually and said with a smile, “I believe you can do it. Turn over and lie on top of me.”

After settling down on Yarman, Mostima lay on top of him and said with a smile, "Alright, you can start swimming back now. Let's go, kitty."

"...Mostima."

"Ok?"

“This is the first time I’ve realized that there’s a reason you became a fallen angel.” Yarman looked at Mostima, who was clinging to him, and said sincerely, “Even if you don’t shoot your teammates, with the way you’re doing, you’ll become a fallen angel sooner or later, really!”

"Stop talking nonsense and get moving!"

"Sigh!" Yarman sighed helplessly. He gently swung his hands and began to swim towards Siesta, which was so far away that it was not even visible. "I finally understand why the protagonist of the Titanic sank to the bottom. When swimming in the ocean, especially with another person, it's a miracle if even one person survives."

"Huh? What is that?"

"nothing."

What is the Titanic? Is it a ship?

“Yes, a ship was sailing at sea and it hit an iceberg and sank.” Yarman said while swimming, “Almost all the wealthy people on board died. A couple survived by clinging to a piece of floating debris. In the end, the man gave up his chance to live to the woman and sank to the bottom himself.”

"Oh, I see! What if we encountered something like that..."

“Unfortunately, that opportunity will never come. After all, with me here, our ship will never sink.” Yarman looked at her and said with a smile, “You’ll never encounter that problem again.”

"What if our world were to sink?"

"I see. Well, there's nothing I can do about it then. But don't worry, I'll definitely be the first one to sink, and you'll definitely be the last one to sink in this world."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because I have to go and plug the hole. I can't let go of this world or you, so I have to go. Then you can go to my... second hometown and continue living."

"...Oh, then it seems I'm destined to sink as well."

"Huh? Why?"

"You've already sunk, what's the point of me escaping to another world to live alone?"

"……Oh."

Chapter 102: Female Tourist C

"Alright! Get off me now!" Yarman looked at Mostima lying on him, hugged her waist, and stood up in the water. "Two hundred and thirty-eight kilometers, and you just lay on me like that and I swam back. I really don't know how I swam back."

"Huh? We're here?" Mostima rubbed her eyes while standing in the water, and said sleepily, "Hmm... I was asleep. By the way, is it dawn yet?"

“It’s about 4:30 in the morning now.” Yarman looked at the reddish sky and then at the dark beach in front of him. “We’re on the busiest beach in the morning. To be honest, I’m really tired. Swimming more than 200 kilometers with more than 100 kilograms of weight, sigh.”

"Looking back now, I was really crazy, and I was actually willing to do it!"

“Oh, so you’re pretty stupid.” Mostima rubbed her eyes and leaned softly against Yarman. “I didn’t expect you to actually swim back. I thought you would stop halfway and then teleport back through a portal.”

"...[Letanian profanity]!" After hearing Mostima's words, Yarman laughed at himself in exasperation. "Yeah, I'm such an idiot, I actually swam over two hundred kilometers back, I..."

"Curtain~~ Ma~~"

Mostima kissed Yarman on the lips, then leaned against him leisurely and said, "This is a reward for you. You're such an honest boy, you kept your word and swam back. Alright, let's go back."

“Alright.” Yarman paused for a moment, then nodded and was led forward by Mostima.

The beach was deserted by then. The tourists had all returned to their hotels to rest or embarked on the second half of their journey. Apart from the most basic spotlights used to maintain illumination, there was no other light on the entire beach... just a little bit!

The two stood on the beach, looking at the faint lights flashing in the distance. Yarman held Mostima's hand, stood there for a moment, and whispered to her, "Let's not bother them."

"Disturbing? What disturbance?"

"It's so late, yet there are still lights on, and we can hear screams every now and then. What else could they be doing but that kind of thing? Let's go quickly," Yarman whispered in her ear.

“This…” Mostima glanced with interest at the lights that flashed by from time to time in the distance. She closed her eyes slightly, and her vast senses instantly expanded, scanning the entire beach. “I think we don’t really need to worry about disturbing them, since there are quite a lot of people here.”

"...You found all of this?"

“Well, when I came here early this morning, there were only a little over a thousand people, but now there are almost four thousand. So, it’s quite lively here.” Mostima gave a wry smile. “Moreover, it seems like they all know each other.”

"Let's go back." Yarman shook his head. He hadn't expected that the hot beach during the day would still be so vibrant at night. Siesta's naming skills were still on point; Passion Beach lived up to its name, filled with the passion of tourists day and night.

“Alright, let’s go, but before that…” Mostima slowly looked into the distance, at the enormous lamps hidden in the darkness, resembling giant beasts, “Turn on the lights!”

"when!"

As soon as she spoke, all the lights around the beach were turned on instantly. Neon lights, flashlights, streetlights, and miniature suns of various colors competed to illuminate the area, turning the entire beach into daylight!

"Let's go!" Mostima pulled Yarman along and instantly activated a time spell, slowing time down to an astonishing degree. The two jogged away from the beach before the spell was dispelled.

"Ah~~~!"

"What's going on?!"

"[Colombian profanity]! I..."

The sudden light ignited the entire scene. A large group of lovers, awakened by the unexpected light, stood up from all corners of the beach. They then discovered other people with the same purpose on the beach. They looked at each other, at a loss for words, and an awkward atmosphere filled the sand.

Standing in a corner not far from the beach, the two looked at the bustling beach in front of them, exchanged a glance, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha..." ×2

"Look, aren't you interfering with other people's private lives?" Yarman suppressed a laugh, pointed to the beach not far away, and said with some surprise, "It seems some tourists have run into acquaintances. Tsk tsk tsk, I really don't know how they're going to handle this situation!"

In his perception, there were no fewer than a hundred couples in different but similar group chats on the entire beach. During this standing-up activity, he recognized the person in the opposite group chat.

"Looks like the Colombian City Hall marriage registry is going to be busy for the next while," Mostima said with a shrug and a mischievous grin, looking at the scene before him. "The Colombians really know how to play the game!"

"It's all your fault!" Yalman glanced at Mostima, who looked completely innocent beside him, sighed, and then couldn't help but laugh, "Luckily, no one knows it was us, otherwise..."

“Actually… it’s not that there aren’t any.” Mostima turned to look at a female dragon tourist sitting on a roadside bench not far away, with two longswords at her waist and a hat on her head. “Hello, miss, aren’t you resting so late?”

"Aren't there just as many people over there still up so late?" The female dragon tourist gestured towards the bustling beach in the distance, then looked at the two of them. "Aren't you two also still up so late?"

Looking at the female dragon tourist sitting not far away, Yarman stood there thinking. He felt that the person in front of him looked very familiar, but he couldn't recognize who she was for the moment.

"Have we met before?" Yarman asked hesitantly, looking at the female dragon tourist.

“I think so, Mr. Yarman.” The female dragon tourist took off the hat that covered most of her face and looked at the two people standing in front of her. She said calmly, “I am very grateful for your contributions to Lungmen in the recent Lungmen War.”

"Inspector Chen?" Yarman looked at the person in front of him with some surprise. He turned his head and looked around. "The Lungmen Guard Bureau is also visiting Siesta?"

“No, it’s just me. I’m on vacation and I have time. They don’t.” Chen stood up slowly, put her hat back on, and said in a complicated tone, “Although I’m a senior inspector in Lungmen and have a lot of official duties, I can still find time to relax and have some fun.”

"..."×2

The two exchanged a glance, and Yarman said to her, "If Officer Chen has nothing else, my wife and I will take our leave."

"Mm." Chen sat back down in his chair and nodded.

Her companions were still headbanging in the nightclub behind her; she had to wait for them to come out before she could leave.

Chapter 103: The New Humans with Genetic Collapse

"What should we do now?" Yarman looked at the flooded room and then at Mostima beside him. "Can your time magic turn back time to before the water was poured on us?"

“This… is fine!” Mostima walked into the room, picked up the two staffs that were on the bed, and gently cast a spell on the wet room. Instantly, all the water in the room disappeared.

"Alright, come in."

"Oh, right, tsk!" Yarman suddenly remembered something, but then he realized that he seemed to have just missed the best opportunity to do it. "Never mind, it's okay."

"What's wrong?" Mostima asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"No, I just forgot something. You know, the brain is always so unreliable." Yarman shrugged helplessly. "I'll just have to wait for another opportunity."

"Tell me what you missed, so I can be happy too."

“…Actually, it’s this.” Yarman picked up the clothes he had thrown on the ground, took out a small red velvet box from the inside pocket, and placed it in front of Mostima. “This is something someone gave me before… I modified it and made a ring…”

"What ring?!" Mostima immediately snatched the small box and opened it in front of him. The ring inside was very simple, just a simple steel band with a strange stone about one carat in size.

Looking at the ring before her, she didn't focus on the size of the stone. Instead, after carefully examining it, she looked at him and asked, "Why is the aura of time and space on it so strong?"

“This is a modification based on the so-called ‘end of time and space’ photograph that person gave me.” Yarman pointed to the small ring in front of him. “I saw that you also work in the field of time and space, so I modified it and gave it to you. Although the finished product is a bit ugly and a bit small…”

“I love it!” Mostima interrupted Yarman, taking it into her hands and waving it in front of him with a smile. “Isn’t it pretty?”

"nice!"

"Where is it beautiful?"

"Something that can distort hundreds of cubic meters of spacetime with just a little energy—how is that not beautiful?" Yalman looked at the ring in front of him and said bluntly, "If this explodes, the spacetime laws of the entire world will be affected. How could such a divine artifact not be beautiful..."

"[Latland profanity]!"

Mostima withdrew her hand, annoyed. She shouldn't have asked Yarman that question. "You idiot!"

"So, do you like it?"

“I love it, I love it so much!” Mostima replied listlessly. She walked to the bedside and lay down, saying in an extremely flat tone, “How could I not love it? It’s a divine artifact! My darling actually made a divine artifact for me by hand, I’m so happy!”

"I'm so glad you're happy!" Yarman walked briskly forward, lay down beside her, and took her hand earnestly, saying, "Once you put this on, don't take it off. This ring will slowly change your constitution, and you'll be like me in the future!"

"I'll find some time then, and we'll go to that world together to see the Great Mother Goddess..."

“Me too? Oh, that’s insane!” Mostima sighed pessimistically. She knew what was under Yarman’s skin, and the thought of herself becoming that monster was truly terrifying. “How tragic.”

"What is that!" Yarman immediately turned around, frowned, and looked her up and down. "You really don't know what's good for you. Countless people want to change but don't even have the opportunity!"