Changes in Personality and Resolve

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Pain—his entire body felt as though it had fallen apart, especially his right chest. It burned as if fierce flames were scorching it, wrenching the unconscious Ye Chen awake with sheer agony.

With a faint groan, Ye Chen woke up, his face deathly pale as cold sweat dripped continuously. Leaning against the wall, he lifted his tattered clothes. His right chest was blood-red, and the character for "slave" was painfully glaring.

Tears streamed down his face. His entire body had lost its strength; all that remained was pain.

Helpless and terrified, Ye Chen curled up, despair showing in his eyes.

The excitement brought by his transmigration had long vanished. All that remained now was suffering.

"Dad, Mom!"

He was on the verge of breaking down. More than anything, Ye Chen wanted to go home. To hell with dreams, to hell with transmigration—he only wanted to go back.

He wanted to eat his mother's cooking again. Even her endless nagging, which used to annoy him, filled him with longing now.

Whenever he thought of his old life, Ye Chen could not stop himself from crying.

Compared to his former world, this place was simply hell.

There was none of the passion he had felt when watching anime, none of the excitement, and even less of those so-called dreams.

It was all fake. Perhaps this was just a dream, and once he woke up, it would all disappear.

Dejected, hopeless, and miserable, Ye Chen had become like a walking corpse over the past half month. Like the other slaves, he had lost all color, because his mental resilience was far weaker than theirs. In just half a month, he had lost hope in everything.

That was because every day, people came to torment and tame them, like animals being trained in a zoo, with not a shred of humanity.

That day, the auction house officially opened.

In a spacious hall stood a platform where the auction was underway. Ye Chen and the others waited backstage, slave collars around their necks, awaiting their turn.

The auction gave Ye Chen a sliver of hope, because he hoped whoever bought him would be kind-hearted. He was not the only one; faint glimmers of light flickered in the dead eyes of the other slaves as well.

Perhaps the chance was only one in ten thousand, but they all clung to that hope.

"Next, Slave Number 50. Male, Human Race. Starting bid: 100,000 Beli. Bid freely—the highest bidder wins!"

At last, it was Ye Chen's turn.

Standing on the auction platform, Ye Chen looked at the various people below holding up placards and endured their unusual attention.

There was no frenzied bidding as he had imagined, because Ye Chen was too ordinary. Other than looking somewhat delicate, he had nothing else going for him.

"100,000 Beli."

A fat woman with a broad waist and a face full of flesh raised her placard and bid 100,000.

No one competed with her. After all, slaves far more handsome than Ye Chen had already been auctioned off before him.

With one strike of the gavel, Ye Chen was sold for 100,000 Beli. It could only be said that he truly was worthless.

Afterward, Ye Chen was dragged away to wait for the auction to end and for his buyer to collect him.

An hour later, outside the cell, the fat woman who had bought Ye Chen stood covered in dazzling jewelry. Fat-headed and big-eared, she narrowed her eyes as she looked at him.

A chill ran through Ye Chen. He meekly allowed himself to be led before the fat woman.

"From now on, this is your master." A guard handed the slave collar's chain to the fat woman, then glared threateningly at Ye Chen.

"He looks pretty good. I hope he lasts longer than the one I bought at the last auction!"

Her nauseatingly foul breath washed over him, mixed with some unknown perfume, nearly choking Ye Chen unconscious. Had she not seen the guard beside her looking green in the face?

"Hahaha, Madam President, rest assured. This one will definitely be better than the last one. He certainly won't die before even lasting a month."

The guard held back his urge to vomit, eager to send this disgusting fat woman away as quickly as possible.

"Baby, let's go!"

Holding the slave chain in one hand, the fat woman stroked Ye Chen's cheek. Every hair on his body stood on end. His lips trembled, and his heart was already dead.

Yet he still held on to a shred of luck, hoping that this fat woman was kind-hearted.

Perhaps he was merely deceiving himself, because the guard's earlier words had already revealed the woman's twisted mentality.

On the Sabaody Archipelago, numbers 70 through 79 formed an area known as Hotel Street. As Ye Chen walked down the road, he had no mood to admire the scenery around him, because he had no idea what his fate would be next.

"Baby, we're here."

Stopping in front of a three-story inn, the fat woman led Ye Chen through the lobby and into the courtyard behind it.

It turned out that this fat woman ran the inn. She also had five underlings, all broad-backed and burly, clearly men with special skills.

"This is where you'll be living from now on. Stalara, take him down and clean him up. Send him to my room tonight."

The fat woman handed the chain to a large man beside her, gave Ye Chen a flirtatious glance, then swayed her enormous pig-like backside as she left the courtyard.

"Hmph. Who knows why the boss bought such useless trash? Can he even get it up?"

The five burly men looked Ye Chen over and sneered in disdain.

"Maybe the boss lady wants to try something new. Don't worry. If he can't get it up, the boss lady will definitely torture him."

One of the burly men shuddered, as if recalling something. His thick legs began to tremble.

Night soon fell, and Ye Chen was brought to a large bedroom in the rear courtyard.

"My baby, you're finally here."

The fat woman wore a red nightgown. On a sexy, slender woman, it would have been utterly seductive, but on this fat woman, it looked like a fat pig wearing bright red panties, nearly blinding Ye Chen.

Swallowing nervously, Ye Chen did not dare approach. He had no idea what she wanted to do. At his age, no matter how much he had developed, he could not get it up. Besides, no man who could get it up would be able to stay that way in front of her.

"Come here!"

The fat woman squeezed her eyes flirtatiously and even blew Ye Chen a kiss from afar. Unable to bear it any longer, Ye Chen bent over and began to retch.

At that, the previously smiling fat woman suddenly twisted her face into a vicious expression. From nowhere, she produced a whip and, with a sharp crack, lashed it across Ye Chen's body.

"Aah!"

The searing pain sent Ye Chen crashing to the floor.

"Hahahaha! Yes, scream like that! Listen to how wonderful that sound is."

"Scream! Scream for me! Scream in pain!"

Utterly twisted, the fat woman's eyes brimmed with pleasure as she lashed Ye Chen again and again. Before long, he lay on the floor drenched in blood, his voice hoarse from screaming until only muffled groans remained.

Curled into a ball, Ye Chen wept like rain, clenching his fists tightly as he endured it.

And this was only the beginning, because what came next was when Ye Chen truly learned what real despair was.

Perhaps she had finished venting. Panting heavily, the fat woman crouched in front of Ye Chen, cupped his face in both hands, and said with a pained, worried look, "My baby, I didn't mean to."

At that moment, Ye Chen was barely alive. Looking at the fat, oversized face so close to him, something different began to gather deep within his heart.

His original personality, after enduring this period of torture, had finally begun to warp without him even realizing it.

There was no longer deadness in Ye Chen's eyes, nor was there despair. What filled them now was something far more vicious.