I'm a Stingray?

And so, the young man had repeated the little procedure to raise health as much as he could. It felt awfully repetitive to him and the urge to get this over with, raged through his head like an angry tortoise.

Every time he woke up, a bit of the wounds that were inflicted on the little body of his, had sealed just a few dots more - regenerated what was lost with a pace that almost seemed holy.

The first couple of attempts of progress were the toughest as sleep and stamina were actually going backwards, so in a way he had felt like a swimming zombie. It nearly wasn't easy to handle but things picked up just a little bit when he had woken up for the third time.

Sleep definitely wasn't to his advantage even then but at least the bar stopped going backwards and actually started progressing the fourth time he woke up.

After that point his wounds were almost healed but the pain was stubborn and did not yet plan to go away. For a few moments he didn't really know if the pain came from regeneration of flesh and bone or the wound itself.

The barracuda in front of him was completely consumed when he woke up to face it for the fifth time, and now thinking it back, the idea of eating such a large animal felt totally unrealistic.

Tim was at least 10 times smaller yet he had enough motive to eat everything under a span of 10 hours! It was insane through and through but the system was swift to explain how the hell this was possible.

[Your entire metabolism was at a rush with the aim of healing your wounds.]

[So the barracuda bits you ate were broken down, stripped out of benefits and used on the said wounds.]

[All of this was done faster than usual so your body was on constant urge for food and energy. This explains how you were drowsy even though the barracuda had qualities that gifted a few points to the sleep and stamina bar.]

"This also explains why I had to poop 5 times." Tim complained but in reality he felt better than ever, or at least better than in a while.

His siblings saw that the boy was rumbling over something but they only guessed it had to do with the wounds and the lack of sleep so they left him be.

A question of utter importance popped up in the sea disk's head and he was eager to slash it with a thought out question, "So how much health do I have now?"

[Health bar = 78/100]

"What!" Tim yelled out and began swimming in circles, his siblings noticed it but didn't bother to check and just submerged in slumber, it was night time and they all were tired.

But Timmy continued his celebration, "I didn't know that my health would raise this fast!"

[The barracuda you ate had in total granted 35 points of health, that's not to be taken lightly.]

[Luck was by your side, getting chunks bitten off you was a curse as much as a blessing.]

"No need to turn poetic on me, system lady. The important thing is that my health is marvelously high." His wordplay tad stupid no doubt but the overall aura had been raised, coated with joy.

So she didn't bother to argue, but instead advised. [Now you are to scoop out and eat more marine animals that give you health, even if they are small and almost ineffective.]

[It is clear that the way of living you have tends to take a lot of health. So for the sake of survival, look for marble shrimp in the food stash and consume them.]

Finding the food pile was easy but it also aided to grant a bit more attention to what was blessing his surroundings. For a start, all the living fish this tribe had to offer, have returned now and were submerging into slumber.

With Tim, there has to be a total of 40 marine animals here. Clearly more than half have been wiped out thanks to that unnecessary battle but at least there were still souls to call this place home.

The other thing he noticed was how tidy this place was, the entire tribe had surely worked their asses off while he was sleeping the pain away and the reflection that the lack of stench portrayed ~ was soothing to the overall noggin.

As he scooped through the carcasses with an aim to find the death defying leggy crabs, his vision was blessed by Osira and Stacey sleeping next to each other.

This battle had surely tired them out both mentally and physically, it was clear that one of them had a little trauma or otherwise they would have not slept so close to each other.

Originally, they were supposed to be back now from slaughtering Harold the eel but the situation proved troublesome for another battle to be held today.

He smiled as much as those little lips could naturally allow and through the brief darkness he had seeked another 5 minutes for what could satisfy his soul.

A small pile of them were apparently hidden beneath larger bodies, considering how small they were, it was easy to understand the reason. Any little commotion in the waters would separate them from the big pile.

With a lot of joy he began chomping through them, eating every bit of those little bodies and not even allowing half a small leg to escape.

His stomach could fit this whole meal because although the wounds had completely regenerated, there are still markings on them accompanied by a hint of pain. So of course, the metabolism was still working fast.

[14 marble shrimps eaten. Would you like to hear out your overall status bar situation?]

At this point, the young consumer was eager about every statistic considering the unique situation. So he permitted, "Yes."

[Health bar = 85/100]

[Hunger bar = 15/15]

[Sleep bar = 1/35]

[Stamina bar = 3/15]

Although the admirable health bar made him happy, the rest still forced Timothy down to the sand where he uttered. "I must sleep, yes yes, sleep."