In the dungeon of Prince Huai's Residence.
Liu Ji Shan lay on a foul-smelling straw mat, staring at the ceiling with vacant eyes.
It was the numb expression that only came after utter despair.
He had been inside this Star Gate for ten whole days. While others went through missions, he lay there; while others returned to reality, he lay there... He had virtually no "gaming experience" to speak of.
Most importantly, he had just activated the mission to clear the second act, and its primary objective required him to escape within six hours. If he failed, he would die...
Escape?
How the fuck was he supposed to escape?! This was Prince Huai's dungeon! The interior was full of traps and guarded by soldiers; eunuchs kept watch outside, and a whole bunch of martial arts experts were nearby. His chances of breaking out were practically zero.
He really couldn't understand it. Where were his teammates from the Fence-Sitter Faction? Did they not even notice that an entire person was missing? Couldn't they come rescue him?!
And that Chief Secretary Li Yan! I only blasted Prince Huai in the hall because I listened to your bullshit. Now that I've ended up like this, you bastard aren't going to do anything? Doesn't your conscience hurt?!
What a bunch of fucking idiots!
"Whew!"
Liu Ji Shan let out a long, stale breath, braced his hands against the ground, and sat up, forcing himself to rally. "No. I can't keep lying here. If I do, I'll die."
Over these seven days, most of his external injuries had healed. Since Er Leng and Lian'er feared Prince Huai might still have a use for him, they brought medicine and meals every day to keep him alive.
What should I do?
Liu Ji Shan raised a hand