There Are Always Trouble-makers Out to Get Me

Click!

As the key was inserted into the central keyhole in the wall, a large door slowly opened.

Aaron stood there for a while before nervously walking inside.

The first thing he noticed wasn't some extreme environment, but a large open space, and he couldn't help but smile dismissively, "That's it?"

Jeans shrugged. "When the patriarch first came here, he acted just like you are now."

"And then what?"

Jeans seemed to think for a moment, his expression changing slightly. "I'm sorry, I can't say."

"I am the young master, and you are the Butler. Think carefully before you speak."

"Young Master," Jeans said with a bitter expression, "You're making things difficult for me!"

Did my mother explicitly tell you that you couldn't tell me?

"Um... no, but..."

"No buts." Aaron winked and smiled. "Besides Abei, it's just the two of us here. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Jeans was still somewhat hesitant, and not as determined as he had been at the beginning.

Aaron pressed his advantage, saying, "You've piqued my interest, I can't keep suppressing it myself!"

"Uncle Jeans, I must remind you that this is an order from Gaius's successor."

"Beat it!"

The head of the family entered this Secret Chamber when he was sixteen years old, and he was full of confidence at first.

When he first came out, he was trembling and his face was almost bloodless. He just clung to the old patriarch's leg and cried for help.

Fortunately, the family had prepared a special medicine for this condition; otherwise, the family head probably wouldn't have recovered in ten days to two weeks.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's expression changed slightly, and he slowly retreated.

Vico was exceptionally trustworthy; the fact that he could frighten him so much at sixteen meant that this Secret Chamber was probably far more dangerous than he had imagined.

But just as he was about to step out of the door, the door to the Secret Chamber suddenly closed, disappearing from Aaron's sight.

"Young Master, don't even think about escaping." Jeans said with a hint of schadenfreude. "The head of the family specifically emphasized that I should bring you to this Secret Chamber every morning to experience the thrill."

As Jeans spoke, a square floor appeared beneath his feet, lifting him into the air.

As he left, the floor turned reddish-brown, the ground tilted slightly, and the temperature rose rapidly.

In just a few seconds, Aaron was on the mountainside from the open space, with thick black smoke rising from the mountaintop and the mountain itself shaking continuously.

"Fuck you!"

Aaron was shocked and shouted at the figure in the sky, "I am the young master, you can't do this, release me immediately!"

"I'm sorry, but this is the patriarch's order." Jeans shook his head slightly. "This volcano will erupt in two minutes. You are currently halfway up the mountain. You need to find a way to survive."

"Survive?" Aaron murmured, a terrifying thought surfacing in his mind, "What does 'survive' mean?"

"The literal meaning," Jeans explained in a deep voice, "Is that there is no real death in this Secret Chamber, but one can experience real pain."

More than 60% of the Gaius family's heirs throughout history have fallen in this Secret Chamber. I hope you, young master, won't be on the list.

By the way, a friendly reminder: the finish line is at the foot of Mount Tai.

Hearing this, Aaron was completely bewildered, but the rumbling sound drew his attention.

Looking up, crimson pillars of fire spewed from the crater, and countless lava of all sizes shot out in all directions at extremely high speeds. Ignoring the temperature, their power was probably no less than that of artillery shells.

The falling lava will roll down like a boulder rolling down a mountain, along with scalding hot magma and thick volcanic ash.

Generous crab gift!

Aaron gasped, feeling the world's malice towards him.

At this point, he couldn't care less about anything else. He turned around and took off running, bursting with unprecedented speed.

From Jeans ' perspective, Aaron appeared as a dark shadow, while behind him, a rain of fire and meteors, along with a red and black wave, engaged in a contest of speed.

"Young Master is very fast; he managed to throw the lava away by a large margin."

"Indeed, you never know how capable you are until you push yourself," Jeans said with a satisfied smile, then changed the subject, "But it would be naive to think that this guarantees safety."

Just as Aaron was running wildly, thinking he could escape this calamity unscathed, a red crack suddenly appeared in front of him, and steam overflowed from the crack, almost spraying Aaron's face.

"Damn it, are you trying to kill me?!"

Aaron cursed inwardly, but during that brief pause, the lava and molten rock caught up again, forcing him to continue his frantic run.

Although the road ahead was extremely dangerous, and one wrong step could mean certain death, the road behind meant absolute destruction. He didn't think his small body could withstand the impact of that extreme heat.

Aaron didn't last long before he was panting heavily and covered in sweat.

Aaron turned his head to look at the approaching magma. The scorching heat felt like the Death God's scythe against his neck, but the increasing number of red cracks ahead and the magma gushing from them made him hesitate.

This is definitely not your average volcano; it's a volcano tailor-made for me.

Aaron realized this and clenched his fists.

Unless he reveals his Apparition ability, his chances of surviving in this situation are really slim.

But after glancing at Jeans, who was calmly standing in mid-air, he gave up on the plan. It was better to keep such a trump card to himself until the very last moment.

"It's a pity we left the Magic Carpet at Hogwarts. Otherwise, we could have just used the flying mount and avoided all this trouble," Aaron said with some regret, as he prepared to find a path with fewer cracks to evacuate.

But then a white figure appeared in Aaron's mind. Looking at Abei next to Jeans, his eyes lit up instantly, and he uttered in an incomprehensible tone: Come and save me!

He can't fly, and he doesn't have any flying items, but he has a flying pet!

Abei's ears twitched, and it spread its wings and flew away.

Jeans noticed, but didn't stop them; he just smiled and didn't say anything.

Abei crashed into a transparent wall, his entire dragon head throbbing, sliding straight down and making a sound like a cat's claws scratching glass.

"Young master, don't try to be clever," Jeans said, suppressing a laugh. "This is prepared just for you; no outside help can help you."

Aaron was dumbfounded, then glared at him fiercely, "You just wait."

This time, he didn't think about running away. The cracks wouldn't let him go just because he was good-looking, and the lava wouldn't defy the laws of physics and stay in place just because he was kind.

If you can't avoid it, then forge your own way out.

Thinking of this, Aaron immediately drew his Wand.

He first cast an Iron Armor Charm on himself, then took a deep breath and swung his Wand straight ahead.

An invisible wave of energy emanated from the tip of the Wand, and the cracks within a few meters in front of it miraculously healed. However, the lava that had escaped did not flow back into the cracks, but instead formed lava pools of various sizes on the volcano.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Applause rang out, and Jeans smiled and exclaimed, "Young Master, your Repair Charm are very skillful. However, the liquid spilled from the container cannot be re-entered using this spell, and..."

Before he could finish speaking, a rumbling sound came from behind, and the lava pressed down faster and faster. To make matters worse, the ground that Aaron had just repaired was starting to crack again.

Damn it! There are always treacherous subjects trying to harm me.

Aaron's eyes widened as he raced along, choosing the best route while constantly casting Repair Charm to make the path as safe as possible.

After running for more than twenty minutes, his physical strength and magic power were rapidly depleting, leaving him in a daze. The closer he got to the scorching magma, the more his psychological pressure increased.

Standing high in the air, Jeans also had a tense face, his expression no longer as relaxed as it had been at the beginning.

Seeing Aaron's disheveled state, he couldn't bear it. After all, he was the one who raised the young master, and no one wanted Aaron to escape more than him.

As for Abei, he kept crashing into the transparent barrier in the Secret Chamber, but the gigantic body couldn't shake it at all, and even the Dragon Breath couldn't leave a trace.

Jeans sighed. He knew very well how defensive this barrier was; even he would find it difficult to break through, let alone a Young Dragon.

Moreover, this is a hurdle that every heir must overcome; he cannot interfere and has no reason to interfere.

"Young Master, listen to my advice. If you can't hold on, then give up!" Jeans said hesitantly. "You're only thirteen years old. It's normal that you can't handle it."

Even people a few years older than you couldn't handle it, so no one will laugh at you.

"Shut up, I'd rather die than let Vico succeed," Aaron said coldly.

He knew his father too well; if he really messed up on this, Vico would probably drop everything and rush back to mock him.

She had definitely gotten wet in the rain herself, so her son's generation thoughtfully took the umbrella apart.

After quickly adjusting his state, Aaron looked at the lava behind him. "Two minutes? It might not even be two minutes. This is a huge challenge!"

The next moment, he raised his Wand and drew a brown rune in front of him. He then focused intently on drawing a magic ring, a magic circle, basic spells, and a star around it.

The proportion of the rich earth element in the air continued to increase, and as the outer circular outline of the earth was completed, the inner pentagram released a strong earth light.

A massive earthen wall rose from the ground, forming a large reservoir with the volcanic slope, blocking the lava that was about to engulf Aaron's lava.

"This is... the ultimate?" Jeans exclaimed in astonishment, but after a moment he noticed something unusual. "No, if it were the ultimate Magic Array, the noise wouldn't be this small."

Above the advanced level, but below the ultimate level?

To accomplish this in just a few minutes, young master truly deserves to be the most outstanding member of the Gaius family in a century.

"I won't die for now." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't think the wall would buy him much more time.

The reservoir will overflow sooner or later, and the volcano is still erupting; who knows what will happen next?

He glanced at Jeans in mid-air, then turned his gaze to the magma-spurting fissures ahead, and composed himself slightly.

Since we've already revealed our abilities in Magic Array, what happens next doesn't matter.

He gave Jeans the middle finger in a provocative gesture and started sprinting again.

However, this time he was multitasking, repairing the cracks in the mountain while using his mental power to inscribe an ice-blue Magic Array to cool down the next landing spot.