Altered History

[Bonus chapter sixteen, sorry, I forgot to mention it in the title~]

The next morning, the prison gates were wide open, and after breakfast, it was time for the prisoners to start their work.

The so-called juvenile labor reform offenders are those who not only serve time in prison but also have to do manual labor.

Bigge and Peier's job is to clean spaceships at the ship repair shop. This is the easiest job of all, which is why they are always bullied.

This job is rotated every three months, determined by lottery, and switching is not allowed. Bigge has already drawn this job twice in a row, and Peier also drew it for the second time. People already suspected Bigge of cheating because he drew it twice in a row, and now that Peier, who shared a cell with him, also drew it, everyone thought he was cheating. The main point is that only one spaceship repair factory needs this job, and they only have two openings. Therefore, the two of them have caused resentment among many other juvenile delinquents.

Because of the job lottery, the two were frequently harassed. Buli, in particular, believed Bigge had cheated and constantly tried to force Bigge to reveal it, so she made things difficult for him every time she saw him. In reality, based on the two lotteries, he was simply lucky.

After having breakfast, Bigge and Peier were quickly taken to a repair shop near the port. The repair shop owner was stingy, refusing to even give them a sip of water. However, considering he paid juvenile delinquents so little to work for him, it was clear his character wasn't much better. The repair shop used a special solvent to clean the spaceship, not drinkable water. The two had to go to the restroom to get water; there was a sink outside with a rusty faucet. Even though it was just tap water, they drank it secretly, afraid of being seen by the repair shop owner.

They worked at the repair shop all morning, and at noon, the two were escorted back to prison.

At noon, after lunch, it's time for exercise. Exercise time means the prisoners are allowed free time to move around. During this time, the bars on each prison cell are open.

Normally, Bigge would hide in his cubicle and refuse to come out, Buli and the others would drag him out and beat him up. But this time, Bigge didn't hide in his cubicle; instead, he appeared brazenly in the exercise yard.

He was no longer the helpless child he once was, and after adventuring with Gu Ding, he had encountered many truly powerful individuals. He had also been injured in battle, though the superficial wounds were the least serious.

Unable to find Bigge in the cubicle, Buli led a group of men back to the stadium in a menacing manner. Finally, they spotted Bigge and immediately surrounded him.

"You dare to come to the stadium now? Looks like you're getting bolder and bolder." Buli's face was full of sarcasm.

"I'm not just coming today, I'm coming every day from now on," Bigge said indifferently. "You're the kind of scum who bullies the weak and fears the strong."

No one expected that the cowardly little guy would dare to talk back, and they all looked at Bigge in surprise.

"You're asking for it!" Buli was stunned for a moment when he heard Bigge's retort, and it took him a while to react. "Beat him up! Beat him to death!"

A group of people immediately surrounded him. Bigge curled up, clutching his head with his hands, silently enduring the pain. Between his legs, he saw again the knife he had used in that massacre years ago; it was hanging at the waist of a guard. Years ago, when he saw that knife, he had frantically pushed his way out, grabbed it, and chopped off half of Buli's head. But this time, he made no move. He simply endured the pain from the blows, waiting for it to end, without even uttering a groan.

The crowd fought for more than ten minutes, but when they heard no sound and were worried that Bigge had been killed, they finally stopped.

Bigge stood up. "If it's over, can I leave now?"

"Keep beating him!" Buli got angrier and angrier. He hadn't expected Bigge. He was determined to make Bigge submit.

The crowd continued beating them for another half hour, until their hands and feet were getting tired, before they finally stopped.

Bigge stood up again, wiping the blood from his nose. "Can I leave now?"

"He must have secretly practiced some defensive skills, making him much more durable than before," someone Way of Sound in Buli's ear.

Buli himself was also feeling weak and powerless. Although he was annoyed, he knew that continuing was pointless. Besides, more than forty minutes of his hour-long exercise time had already been wasted. So he threatened, "We'll continue tomorrow. We'll beat you until you're convinced!"

Just then, Buli spotted Peier peeking over in their direction from a short distance away, waved to the group, and they all gathered around.

Seeing that things were not going well, Peier tried to dodge in all directions, but he was quickly surrounded by a group of people.

Bigge frowned slightly. He wanted to stand up for Peier, but a sharp pain shot through his internal organs. He realized that he had suffered more than just superficial injuries; his body was far too weak, and his internal organs had been shaken by the attack. Further assault could cause internal organ displacement, a fatal injury for someone currently just an ordinary person. He could only watch from the sidelines, observing Peier clutching his head as he was surrounded and brutally beaten by a group of people.

Peier's painful screams didn't stop Buli and the others; instead, they became even more aggressive. The pleasure they hadn't found with Bigge had finally arrived with Peier, and their attacks became increasingly brutal. Peier clutched his head, his eyes helplessly fixed on Bigge's direction, a plea for help in them. Bigge, however, slowly closed his eyes. Although Peier was also thin, Bigge knew he was physically stronger than him. A beating would only result in superficial injuries; there was no need for him to risk his life.

But Peier didn't think so. He believed that Bigge must have secretly practiced defensive techniques, which was why he wasn't afraid of Buli and the others. He felt a surge of resentment towards Bigge; his pleas for help had been completely ignored, Bigge had the ability but refused to stand up for him, and had even secretly practiced defensive techniques without sharing them with him. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and the more he hated the world.

Suddenly, through the gap between a man's legs, he saw a long sword at the waist of a guard not far away. A crazy thought instantly rose in his mind, "Grab that sword and kill them all!!!"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he slipped between a man's legs, rolled over to the guard, and snatched the longsword. Drawing his blade, Peier charged straight at Buli's group.

Bigge was completely stunned by what he saw. "How could this be? I was the one who grabbed the knife that time, and Peier wasn't even hit... Could history have changed because of my different choices?"

On the fighting field, everything was out of control. Peier, brandishing a knife, frantically chased after Buli, who had been bullying him. Buli's men had already scattered and fled, but Peier was relentlessly pursuing Buli alone.

The guards were also in a panic. This was just a juvenile prison; no one had expected something like this to happen. Many of these guards had gotten in through connections and weren't even regular soldiers, so they had absolutely no experience dealing with this kind of situation. The prison wasn't equipped with long-range weapons, so a group of guards were chasing after Peier.

However, what was bound to happen eventually did happen. In the chaos, Buli tripped over his own shoelace and was then beheaded by Peier, who was chasing after him.

Brain matter was scattered all over the ground like pink tofu pudding, and thick blood kept seeping out, quickly covering an area of about two meters around it.

Bigge clenched his fists. This scene was almost a carbon copy of what had happened to him years ago, only with slight differences in the details.

Peier didn't stop after killing one person. He continued chasing after the man who had beaten him earlier, long knife in hand. The man was still in shock, and by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. Peier plunged the knife into his stomach; the white blade pierced his chest, and the red blade emerged from his back.

The death of the second person plunged the entire juvenile prison into utter chaos. Frenzied screams and shouts filled the air, making it impossible to hear anything beyond cries for help. If Buli's death had shocked them, the death of the second person had completely ignited panic, because it meant that Peier, with the knife, had gone completely mad, and regretted that a third, a fourth person would be killed...

This scene was exactly the same as Bigge's memory, only with a different protagonist.

"If this continues, he'll kill everyone in the entire prison. What should I do?" Bigge frowned. He already knew how things would unfold, and it wasn't the outcome he wanted. Moreover, if things continued in that direction, he would also be killed by Peier, falling from the Third Level of the dream to the fourth.

Once you enter the fourth level, things get much more complicated, as the time ratio increases to 10,000 to 1. One day outside is equivalent to nearly thirty years inside the dream world. Your own 1,200 years can only last for a maximum of forty days before you die from old age.

"Stealing the knife is unlikely. That knife was definitely tampered with back then, otherwise I couldn't have killed everyone so easily, like slicing a watermelon. This knife is probably the same, tampered with too. With my current physical strength, I can't possibly fight against Peier, let alone steal the knife. What should we do now?" Bigge frowned deeply. In the past, when the team encountered problems, it was usually Gu Ding and Sea Emperor who made the decisions, while the others just gave simple suggestions, and Bigge was usually just a listener. Now that he had to make the decision himself, he really didn't know what to do. (To be continued.)