Tim was severely drunk, however, he did eventually find his way to the reef, and even closed in to the den, where Harold the eel was living in. He had spiraled like a arpne for a while, but at least he swam he spot that he had aimed for.

  He was as fident as a drunkard could be, so at some point, he shouted. “Harold, get outta there and face me, you retard!”

  Tim’s i was clear, and some may even think that what he was doing was suicidal. However, regardless of how dangerous his idea was, he didn’t pn on bag down! Anyway, since his vocal cords were very limited volume-wise, Harold didn't hear him whatsoever, he wasn't in trouble.

  This gave him a bit more freedom to attack, and he did exactly so! Just moments ter, in that druate, he came up with ahat was both crazy, and perhaps effective. He simply rushed into the snug den, and aimed to bite anything in immediate sight!

  Harold was still in there, in the den, by pure luck! With that sidered, Tim mao ambush this horrid eel, quite effitly!

  Harold couldn’t move much, as the den was snug, so Tim pounced on him, and then bit him several times in seds! His speed was very dependable, thanks to the fming fins that he still bore, and since he was drunk, every move of his was very uable! Harold couldn’t stop him.

  Within seds, he noticed how Harold’s dark-blue flesh started ging its color. It adapted this pu, bright red color at first, and then, that color switched into a pitch bck, odorless shade! Whole patches of Harold’s flesh, dried off and then broke down into millions of pieces, right off of him!

  When a few of Harold’s boarted getting exposed, Tim was very sure of himself, and this victory that he just bagged. He won, as he beat this fat, and three-meter long enemy, in the cruelest, and most unfair ossible. Everything had been to the little stingray’s advantage, and he didn’t feel bad whatsoever about that, or of the way he ambushed the other. He was victorious, and that was all that mattered!

  Moments ter, while floating upside down, he faced Harold head on, and watched him as he passed away. In that druate, he had a couple of words to share with the other.

  “Harold the eel, let me just say ohing… I’m so happy that your long ass is dying, I killed your ass, and you deserved it. You tricked me, and stole my home too; That’s a horrible way to treat a kid, and in my world, you’d be in prisht now for it. Fuck you, and i hope you go to hell!” He mumbled.

  What he just said wasn't so easy to prehend. He jumped from oopic to the other, but sidering the circumstances, it wasn’t like anyone could stop him from bbbering on like a baby. A third of Harold’s skeleton was exposed, for example, so he couldn’t really react all that much.

  “What the flip…” Harold grunted, and then, his sce faded away forever, and food. Those were his st words.

  However, Tim was in no dition to celebrate. He ate one sardioo many, perhaps, as he crashed down two minutes after his enemy died off. The druate he was in, was what knocked him out.

  He was safe here, heless. Most creatures didn’t know about this den, as it was hidden within some sea pnts, so it was uhat he’d be eaten in his sleep. Tim could spend many hours here, safely!

  …

  Tim woke up, possibly several hours ter, and once he did, he felt as heavy as a rock. The rotter sardines he ate had really worn him down, and now, he was experieng what had to be a hangover. He felt this splitting headache that no fish should feel, and as for a child, this headache was almost crippling! It wasn’t right.

  The system didn’t seem to care about his dition, as Tim was alive and that was all that mattered. Instead of talking about his pain, she made an important annou.

  She said, [gratutions, Timothy! Through some drunken effort and also dumb luck, you successfully killed a shivering var-blood eel ~ In exge, you won 1,200 system points as a reward.]

  “Holy shit!” Tim celebrated, while he looked at the eel’s carcass. “I killed him out of spite, not for the points… I did not expect a reward, not at all.”

  The system then followed along, [Well, you got the points, and now you’ve accumuted 17-hundred of them, so, you better buy those upgrades as soon as possible. Also, you stole the eel’s powers, and use them for a whole week. You swim faster now, basically, and freeze the blood of anyone you swim close to! Have fun with that.]

  Furthermore, she added. [Though, I advise that you dohe eel… his flesh is mostly rotten by now, and you already absorbed a fra of its powers, just by sleepihe eel for several hours. Find something else to eat, you have other food stashes.]

  “I stole his powers, huh? Vengeance ’t get sweeter than this… I really am the best!" Tim muttered with himself, he was excited, and even ignored his crippling hunger for a moment. He was happy!

  Anyway, the druate didn't allow him to celebrate for long. He wenty mio pull himself together, which was a whole challenge on its own, as he felt very worn down.

  Tim noticed that dusk was just a couple of hours ahead, so it meant that he had been sleeping for at least eight hours here, in his den. That alone, would be enough to disorientate him, even if he hadn't gotten drunk hours prior!

  Hunger-wise, he won't be able to st any longer. His digestive system had already processed all the sardihat he ate, and he even had excreted a massive piece of shit in the den. He was really hungry now!

  “Gotta get to my crabs now… let’s hope I don’t get lost. Harold is done for, so I don’t have to worry about anything else today.” Tim muttered.

  He was nervous about swimming right now, because he was still disoriented, however, he didn’t have another choice. Harold was stripped out of life, as half of his skeleton was exposed by now, and that rotter venom really messed him up. In other words, it was siderably safe for Tim to swim across the reef now, carefree. He started moving!