Tagore's Terrifying Transformation

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Tagore stared blankly at the giant ribbonfish in the tank, thinking that stealing it here would surely attract attention. He turned to look at where Bigge had been, hoping he could help buy it. But Bigge had vanished.

"Hey, where's that big guy?" Tagore jumped onto the roof of a house, looked around, but still couldn't see Bigge. "Where did he go in such a short time?"

He raised his paw and quickly dialed Bigge's number. Although he was reluctant to speak, he had no other choice now.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service." Tagore hadn't used Smart Watch much before, and he was taken aback when he heard this. "What does 'not in service' mean?"

After hanging up, he dialed twice more, but received the same response each time. Having no other option, he called Gu Ding's number for help.

The instant he dialed the number, a sense of danger arose, and the scene before him instantly shifted. The once bustling market had transformed into a desolate wasteland. Thousands upon thousands of swords of various shapes were embedded upside down in the ground. Most of the swords were incomplete, showing signs of breakage and fracture. In the distance, a massive boulder, resembling a wall, stood, its surface marked with countless sword marks. Tagore looked up and saw that the boulder was actually an enormous Stone Sword, deeply driven into the ground, its top shrouded in clouds, only the hilt faintly visible, revealing that it was more than just a stone wall.

"Sorry, there is no signal in the area you are in..." The communicator's notification sounded again. Only then did Tagore roughly guess what had happened to Bigge. He looked around warily.

"I'm sorry, little kitty, I can't let you ask Gu Ding and the others for help. So I have no choice but to resort to this tactic and trap you in my Exclusive Domain." A Middle-Aged Man suddenly appeared in front of Tagore. He was extremely tall, about 2.12 meters. His face was very rugged, and the most striking feature was the scar on his right eye, which stretched more than ten centimeters from top to bottom. If Gu Ding were here, he would definitely recognize him at a glance, because he was Roland had just invited Gu Ding to have a drink at the tavern.

Tagore could sense that the other party wasn't actually hostile, but he also knew that Bigge was definitely in danger. He'd heard from Gu Ding and the others that Bigge was powerless without being hypnotized. Gu Ding had entrusted him with the task of protecting Bigge, but now he'd not only lost him but was also trapped in Exclusive Domain —something he couldn't tolerate. Even more intolerable was that the other party was calling him "little kitten."

Seeing the strange old man take out a Cat Teaser Stick from his Storage Space and slowly approach him, Tagore became even more furious.

"I love small animals the most, little kittens. Play with me for a while. I'll let you out Bigge is over, okay?" Roland said, slowly extending the Cat Teaser Stick in front of Tagore, unaware that his actions were pushing Tagore's limits.

Tagore finally went berserk in his rage. His body, which was originally the size of a palm, began to grow wildly, and streams of red energy continuously overflowed from his body, then reformed...

Roland watched the scene before him in shock, but did not intervene, because he also wanted to know what kind of creature this kitten was.

In less than a minute, the palm-sized kitten transformed into a gigantic beast nearly a hundred meters long. The beast was entirely blood-red, with black stripes interspersed across its surface, constantly extending and twisting. Its original tail rapidly split, from one to two, two to three... until finally all nine tails were formed, flailing wildly. Its once lively eyes transformed into two golden flames shooting forth from within its body. Most striking was its forehead, where a jet-black crystal appeared to be embedded within it.

Roland couldn't discern the species of the creature before him, but the aura emanating from it was no weaker than that of a demigod like himself. He knew it was time to get serious.

In another Exclusive Domain, Bigge also found himself in crisis.

Peier relentlessly pursued everyone he saw, killing them one by one with a single strike; no one could put up a fight.

"History will only repeat itself if things continue like this," Bigge anxiously. He knew that if everyone only knew how to run and not how to resist, they would be slaughtered sooner or later. Many years ago, he had experienced something similar, except that he was the one who slaughtered. After he went berserk, everyone only knew how to run away and didn't know how to resist. After all, this was just a juvenile prison. The oldest prisoner was only fourteen years old, and the youngest was only seven. Most of these children were just ordinary First Order Gene Body with no combat ability. Even the few Second-Order Gene Body were only good at fighting; they were completely terrified and dared not fight back.

"Don't run around aimlessly! Run towards the guards; they're armed. Guards, work together and take the knife from his hand!" Bigge shouted. He remembered Gu Ding had once said: what one person can't do, a team can do, and it's not so difficult. So, the more difficult the situation, the more important it is to stick together.

Some people heard Bigge's voice and, not caring who was shouting it, ran towards the guards because it sounded reasonable.

As for those who didn't hear it, they continued to be slaughtered.

In less than five minutes, the entire prison grounds were covered in blood. Of the more than 300 juvenile offenders in the prison, more than 80 were massacred, and their bodies lay scattered all over the ground.

At Bigge's repeated shouts, most people hid behind the guards.

Peier pulled the longsword from the last body, then turned to the location of the guards; that was the only place in his field of vision where he had a target. He ran his left index finger along the back of the sword, then put the blood-stained finger in his mouth, as if savoring a delicacy. He then revealed a sinister, satisfied smile to the crowd.

This scene made everyone even more terrified.

Bigge recalled doing something similar before, as he had a vague sense of familiarity when he witnessed it. And the moment the other person put their finger in their mouth, he clearly remembered that feeling—a unique kind of excitement and pleasure.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. If he dares to come any closer, we'll each tie his limbs and take the knife away!" Bigge shouted.

Peier seemed unconcerned by what he said and charged at the crowd with his knife in hand.

Several guards rushed forward, Bigge charged in too. He knew he had to be the one to seize the knife; if someone else got it, something even more terrifying might happen. Judging from Peier's reaction, this knife, like the one he had acquired years ago, possessed the power to control minds. But he had already experienced it once; he should be able to withstand it.

But soon, things took another turn for the Bigge. With a swift swing of Peier longsword, a chilling Blade Force of energy shot through the air. Bigge immediately ducked to the ground, but the other four guards weren't so lucky; they were instantly cut in half at the waist.

Crimson blood and foul-smelling intestinal fluid splattered all over the ground, emitting a nauseating odor.

"How could this be?" Bigge was puzzled. The knife he had acquired back then didn't have this effect; it was just sharp enough to cut through anything effortlessly. But the way the energy was projected was something that had never happened before. Clearly, this current Peier was far more dangerous than he had been back then.

At this moment, Peier stopped in front of Bigge, who was lying on the ground, but he did not Bigge. Instead, he grabbed Bigge's head, grinned at him menacingly, and then let go, continuing to chase after the crowd.

Under the powerful Blade Force, Peier's hunt became even more successful, each swing of his longsword slicing through several lives. In just over ten minutes, the screams in the prison finally subsided. The previously frenzied clamor transformed into utter silence.

"It's over..." Bigge stood up. He knew that everyone else in the prison except him had been killed by Peier. And he would be Peier's last target, just as Peier had been his last target years ago. "Perhaps this is retribution..."

Peier's footsteps approached slowly from afar. Bigge stood calmly in place. Many years ago, he had already lost his fear of death and suffering. Besides, this time it wasn't true death, but being sent to the fourth level of the dream, where his chances of survival were even slimmer, but not entirely hopeless.

Peier walked up to Bigge, his body covered in blood, but he didn't seem to care; in fact, he seemed to enjoy being bathed in blood. He stopped in front of Bigge, but didn't immediately attack; their eyes met.

"What are you waiting for?" Bigge's lips curled into a slight smile.

"He's waiting for me!" A voice suddenly rang out from not far away.

Bigge looked in that direction with some surprise. He hadn't expected there to be any living people, but the moment he saw the person, his expression turned grim. It was an old man in a black robe, and that face with a full white stubble was the one he least wanted to recall. Because it was this very man who had dragged him into the abyss of hell. (To be continued.)