The room's style, decorations, furniture, and other items were clearly things that could only have appeared in Yi Chen's former world. Combined with the Duke's words, the conclusion was obvious.
Was this a real gambling game created by the Duke based on the memories of my former world in my brain?
Yi Chen was in no hurry to get out of bed. He first checked his physical condition.
Little Grape!
Following his mental call, a plump, pink mouth opened on the back of his hand and spat out a tender eyeball.
What's going on? Why do I feel as weak as an egg? My vision has even become blurry... I'm actually having trouble making out the details on the screw by the window.
The Duke must have restricted and weakened us. My condition is the same.
Yi Chen could clearly feel the weakening of his body and abilities. Even the plants inside him had been "youthened"; their quantity, toughness, and hardness had all been drastically reduced.
Whoosh~
A bright green sprout's root shot from his palm, but it could not even pierce an ordinary book, only poking a small hole in it.
The only thing that had been affected less was his physical body.
The body trained by Teacher Zed still possessed "pain adaptation" and relatively strong "impact resistance." Although he was only eight years old, there were still eight abdominal muscles on his stomach, and the muscle definition covering his entire body had not diminished either.
With this body, he could still easily beat up an adult.
There was another important issue—equipment.
Yi Chen immediately got out of bed and searched the bedroom. He soon found a black children's suitcase beneath the bed.
Inside were three crucial items.
A finely crafted Silver-Plated Hand Axe, a shortened shotgun with its