Fisher's gaze was dim, and at this moment, his eyelids seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds, struggling to lift them just a bit, much like the fatigue that surges during a fever or cold. However, unlike ordinary humans who feel unwell due to illness, he was simply too tired.
His memories were somewhat blurry at the moment; he only remembered desperately swimming forward in the midst of a raging storm, not even having the strength to discern directions, accompanied only by unending exhaustion and the salty taste of the ocean.
Fisher groggily opened his eyes, but everything in front of him was extremely blurry, unrecognizable, the ringing in his ears exploding like thunder, while the clock's bell chiming in the environment suddenly brought him back to his childhood days studying at the Church School.
