Bigge Is Attacked - Bonus Chapter Fifteen

Although he no longer needs to participate in competitions, Gu Ding feels he cannot relinquish his identity as a pharmacist, as every team needs one. His talent in potion-making is undeniable, and it wouldn't be right to give that position to someone else.

While Gu Ding was still purchasing potion ingredients, Liliath and Elsa were happily trying on various clothes in the mall, while Bigge and Tagore had already arrived at the food market, which was located quite far away.

Looking at the dazzling array of ingredients, Bigge was certain that this was his domain. He saw himself more as a chef than a swordsman, because he lacked the swordsman's mental fortitude. In fact, without being hypnotized, he simply couldn't bring himself to cut anyone.

Tagore, perched on Bigge's shoulder with great interest, looked around. Suddenly, it spotted a giant ribbonfish, nearly fifteen meters long, in a huge, transparent aquarium. The moment it saw the fish, its eyes lit up, and it darted away.

Bigge was sampling some local spices at a stall when suddenly everything went black, as if everything around him had disappeared.

"What happened?" Bigge suddenly shouted in the darkness.

"You don't need to shout anymore. This is my personal Exclusive Domain. No one will hear you even if you shout your lungs out." A woman's voice came from all directions.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Bigge's heart sank. Of course, he knew what Exclusive Domain was. Exclusive Domain was a world projection that could only be constructed by someone who had reached at least the level of a demigod. Within Exclusive Domain, an individual's Combat Strength could be maximized.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to play a game with you," the woman said, and the surrounding lights suddenly turned on.

Bigge squinted to block out the bright light, and soon his eyes adjusted to the surrounding environment.

He seemed to be trapped inside a huge tower-shaped building with two doors. Bigge didn't make any rash moves; he continued to cautiously survey his surroundings, searching for any other useful information.

"Your mental fortitude isn't as weak as I imagined. You didn't act rashly at first, but instead calmly surveyed your surroundings. If you had chosen to rush directly towards one of the doors, your chances of death would have been very high. Now, let me take a moment to explain the rules of the game." The woman's voice rang out again.

"Here's the game: there are two doors, only one of which is the correct one. What lies behind the other door, I don't know. But I'm certain that what's behind that door will cause you immense suffering. So please choose carefully. Of course, you can also choose to stay here and wait for your companions to rescue you. But I must tell you, my realm is called Hell Nightmare, and you've been pulled directly into the Third Level the dream. The ratio of time here to time outside is 1000:1. That means if you sit here for 1000 days, only one day will pass outside."

"Are you sure you won't harm me or my companions after I escape?" Bigge asked calmly, guessing the other party wasn't lying. And most importantly, a demigod-level expert could easily wipe out the team. Therefore, he hadn't wanted Gu Ding's help from the beginning; he knew he could only escape on his own.

"As long as you can escape, I will never make a second move," the female voice replied. "Because I have no grudge against you. I'm just playing this game with you at someone's request. You can also rest assured that all your companions are safe."

"Why me?" Bigge continued, feeling that something was amiss.

"Don't ask me that question. I'm just the one carrying out the mission. As for what the person who issued the mission is thinking, I don't know, and I don't care," the woman replied calmly.

"And here's the most important piece of advice: don't assume that dying in a dream will leave your physical body unharmed. The passage of time here consumes your lifespan. In other words, if you're in the Third Level of the dream, for every year that passes outside, your lifespan will be reduced by a thousand years. You're currently Eleventh Order genetic entity with a lifespan of 10 years, meaning that in less than a year and three months outside, your lifespan will be exhausted. And when your lifespan is exhausted, it means your body will face true death. Also, this is the Third Level. If you die unnaturally in the dream, you'll fall into the fourth layer, where the time ratio is 10,000:1. If you die unnaturally in the fourth layer, you'll fall into the fifth layer, where the time ratio increases tenfold. And so on... you understand... the deeper you get, the harder it is for you to return to the Real World."

"There's a problem. If one year happens outside, a thousand years happen inside. Doesn't that mean you're going to waste your time here with me for over a year before I die?" Bigge raised what he considered to be a flaw.

"It seems you completely misunderstand how Exclusive Domain works, but that's not your fault," the female voice slowly explained. "Only those who have constructed Exclusive Domain know that it's essentially a projection of an Exclusive Domain Miniature World. While this Miniature World projection is controllable, it's also constantly operating on its own. In other words, I only need to pull you into my Exclusive Domain, and then I can leave everything else to myself. I can do whatever I want, and what you do within the Exclusive Domain won't affect me at all. Of course, there's a prerequisite: your strength must be significantly weaker than mine. If your strength is similar to mine, you can destroy my Exclusive Domain. With your current strength, my advice is not to waste your time on such a futile effort."

"Alright, that's all the game rules and suggestions I've given you. I don't think I've missed anything. You can choose for yourself; I won't bother you any longer." After saying that, the female voice disappeared completely.

Bigge stood in front of the two doors for a long time. The two doors looked exactly the same, even the distribution of the metal particles was exactly the same, and the female voice never appeared again.

Left with no other choice, he randomly picked a door and pushed it open.

Stepping over the doorway, he found himself in a strange room.

"They escaped?" The moment the thought crossed his mind, Bigge suddenly realized that everything around him seemed to have grown larger. He looked down at his own body and found that he had turned into a thin, frail child.

He then realized that he was in a prison cell. A voice came from above.

Bigge looked up and saw another boy, his dark eyes shining brightly in the night. The boy's appearance seemed somewhat familiar to Bigge, and he sat down on the lower bed, puzzled. "What happened?"

"What's wrong with you? You look so distracted. Buli says he'll beat you up tomorrow, but you don't need to worry this much. I'll teach you: protect your head tomorrow and don't let them hit it. I heard that hitting your head will make you stupid. Just bear with the pain..." The boy's words stirred up a memory in Bigge.

That was a memory of myself as a child, clutching my head, being beaten by a group of children. That time, I saw a guard with a knife in the distance, grabbed it, and slashed at the leader of the group, decapitating him in one stroke. Several guards were startled and immediately tried to stop me, but I killed them all on the spot. The other children were all terrified and fled in panic. But I was completely bloodthirsty, slaughtering everyone in the labor camp, even my cellmate, Peier, wasn't spared...

When he regained his senses, he realized the enormity of his mistake and knew he would be sentenced to death. In his despair, an old man in a black robe appeared before him.

"Do you want to become stronger? Strong enough that everyone trembles at your feet?" The old man stretched out his hand, and from that moment on, the real nightmare began...

When these images resurfaced in his mind, Sea Emperor felt a sharp pain in his head. He clutched his head tightly, his body trembling violently from the pain, and he could only try his best to keep quiet.

"Bigge, are you alright?" Peier seemed worried. Although Bigge was trying his best to stay calm, Peier heard him turn over, craning his neck to look down, and saw what was happening. He immediately jumped off the bed. "Should we go to the medical room?"

Peier and Bigge are the same type of people who are bullied in this juvenile prison, so they take care of each other.

"No... no need... I'll be fine after a rest." Bigge waved his hand, and after the images stopped, his headache began to subside.

"Why don't you go to the infirmary? That way you can avoid Buli and the others tomorrow," Peier advised. "Besides, you look like you're in a lot of pain, so it's definitely not a minor ailment. It would be even better if you could stay at the infirmary for a few days. And if you're sick, the guards will probably intervene if they lay a hand on you, because they're afraid they'll beat you to death."

"It's no use. You can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. This headache is an old problem; it flares up once or twice a year, and the doctor can't find anything wrong. This little prison infirmary will just think I'm faking it, which will only make things worse." Bigge lied. He had made up his mind; this time he had to endure it. At most, it would just be a little physical pain, but he absolutely couldn't go down the same old path again. Although his memories hadn't fully returned, he knew very well that if he continued as he had back then, he would probably fall into the abyss again, never to recover... (To be continued.)