1063 A Land of Despair

"You have no money?" Lavel scoffed.

The atmosphere in the room grew still instantly.

Lao Wang and Jhonas felt extremely embarrassed. They could only stare at each other, at a loss for words. This problem would not be an easy one to deal with. Senior Lavel was an existence in the Heavenly Gates that shouldn't be provoked. There wasn't much space for negotiation, especially since they were in the wrong.

Lavel's cold gaze swept across both of them. "Then use your body to repay the debt," she said unhurriedly.

Lao Wang and Jhonas were stunned upon hearing that. The latter was pleasantly surprised. He hugged himself with a shy expression. "Senior Lavel, you—"

"I was referring to him." Lavel ignored Flying Pig and pointed at Wang Zhong.

Jhonas's bashful expression froze, while Lao Wang pointed at himself, stunned.

"…Huh?"

Lao Wang was dumbfounded. Luckily, Senior Lavel didn't make any unreasonable requests for now. She only told Wang Zhong to rush to her immediately if her messenger told him to. Thereafter, she waved them goodbye and let them leave.

Lao Wang wasn't as dirty-minded as Jhonas. He could sense that Lavel had a hidden agenda. She probably had an ulterior motive for lending them her private equipment refinery house…

How could such a good deal just fall into his lap? Nonetheless, he had no choice but to agree to her terms.

Jhonas was in a good mood on the way back, although it was a little regrettable that he wasn't the one that Lavel asked to use his body to repay the debt.

"Boss, Senior Lavel is such a good person!" Jhonas was full of compliments for her. There weren't many seniors that would allow them to "escape" unscathed after destroying their equipment refinery house. "She's such a beauty too. You just have to follow her instructions. You have nothing to lose anyway."

"Why do I feel like you are happy because you didn't have to fork out a single cent? Does this run in your family?" Unlike Jhonas, Lao Wang wasn't in a good mood. He had spent hundreds of thousands on nothing and was now in debt to Senior Lavel. How much more unlucky could he get…?

"Tsk! Look at what you're saying! Stop making personal attacks and mentioning money. Talking about money will hurt our friendship."

Lao Wang rolled his eyes. This pig really was hopeless.

...…

The divine territory was a majestic sight to behold along with the magnificent Heavenly River. Civilization started to evolve here, and at the same time, chaotic evil started to infiltrate this land too. Throughout the years, the good and the evil fought endlessly.

If the Heavenly Gates was the symbol of order and represented the positive side of the Star Alliance, then the Mirror World was the inhumane dark side of the Star Alliance. It was the opposite of order, a lost world that stood for chaos and evil.

Dymas, a member of the elephant race, surveyed the new environment with disdain. He was in a large hall and surrounded by 12 towering statues. He did not recognize these statues. They appeared to be modeled after celestial people. It seemed that the rulers liked to show off as usual.

"Hurry up! Don't just stand there in a daze!"

Someone violently whipped Dymas. He lifted up his long trunk-like nose, and it appeared to have stiffened. He almost couldn't control his violent temper. However, as he tried to withdraw his spiritual energy from his Void Core, he could sense a tearing sensation in every single one of his blood vessels. If he continued to use his spiritual energy, he would be torn into a pile of bloody parts.

"Idiot."

The warden in charge of Dymas smirked, taking pleasure in seeing his sorry plight. Dymas was whipped again, this time on his head instead of his back.

Dymas could only suppress his anger. He lowered his head and continued advancing forward. His eyes were fixed on the black cursed band that bound his wrists together.

The cursed band was made from the core of the Palm Flame Grass. Strange runes were drawn on the cursed band with blackened blood. These runes continually absorbed spiritual energy from the heavens and the earth, which were then transformed into countless thin threads. These threads were like living parasites that ensured the curse infiltrated his blood vessels, coursing throughout his entire body. If Dymas exceeded the spiritual-energy limit he was allowed to use, those cursed threads would turn him into bloody foam. This was one of the most sinister curses in the Star Alliance, which even Heavenly Core experts had no way of resisting against.

"Damn Voodoo race, who only know how to follow commands like a dog," Dymas cursed.

The Voodoo race was famous for those cursed bands. They were so small in number that they couldn't even be considered a civilization. They were like animals under the protection of the Star Alliance and were extremely valuable to them. They were even more valuable than the Machinery race and insect race in some aspects. The celestialoids valued them more because of their inability to form a civilization.

Nonetheless, it had to be admitted that they were really good at imprisoning people. If he ever got his freedom back, he would definitely make the damn Voodoo race pay for what they did to him! Dymas thought viciously.

He knew that this was wishful thinking. However, under these circumstances, this fantasy made him feel as if he had taken revenge and gave him pleasure. It almost made him forget the fact that he was a major offender. Originally, he had been sentenced to the Arena, but he killed the owner of that Arena, who was from the crystal race.

Thereafter, he was sent to the Mirror World, the legendary heavily guarded prison.

Soon, he was taken to a field that looked like an Arena. However, unlike the Arena, the ground was not made up of fine sand, but instead with emerald slabs that looked like jade.

Dozens of guys with ominous auras lined up in a haphazard manner. On the other end, a huge mirror door stood there. Colors of the rainbow were reflected off the mirror, and a troop of insect-race wardens was trying to stabilize it. Dymas knew that this would take them to the Mirror World, the ultimate prison that contained the evil in the divine territory.

After a short while, it was Dymas's turn to enter. Under the threat of the menacing whip, Dymas held his breath and dived head first into the mirror. Whoosh! It was as if he had jumped into a lake. Dymas's whole body was cold, and an all-pervasive strange feeling enveloped him. The light from the mirror entered his body as Dymas's trunk-like nose curled up in defense. However, the expected pain did not come. Dymas relaxed a little, but in the next instant, he could feel his consciousness slipping. It was as if his soul was being pulled apart. The next thing he knew, he had lost consciousness.

However, it wasn't that he had fainted, but he had lost his ability to perceive and recognize. He was tossed into mid-air under the power of spatial laws.

BANG…

Red light filled his vision. It took a while for Dymas to realize that he had regained control over his five senses again.

He surveyed his surroundings. He was lying on the crater of an active volcano. Thick smoke from the ash clouds enveloped him. He was unlucky, but not that unlucky after all. If he had landed a little more to the side, he would have been buried under the lava in the volcano at once.

The sensation of scorching flames accompanied the thick smoke. Volcanic ash fell like heavy snow as Dymas sprinted down the volcano. He could sense that his power was recovering bit by bit in this world. The power of the Palm Flame Grass cursed band was gradually fading. He could see the cursed band growing visibly smaller. Suddenly, Dymas frowned. The curse had not been broken but was instead slowly becoming black tattoos on his wrists. It looked as if he had tattooed a pair of bands onto his wrists. Dymas came to the realization that he hadn't broken free from the curse.

Soon, Dymas arrived at the foot of the volcano and attempted to search for other people. When they entered the Mirror World, everyone had been sent separately to different locations.

What kind of place was this?

Dymas tried very hard to run forward while making sense of what was happening. In any case, it would not be a wise choice to stay at the foot of an active volcano that was about to erupt.

The misty sky grew brighter, but Dymas stopped abruptly. Something felt wrong. There was a trap!

Rumble! The ground suddenly split open and a blood-red shadow rushed out from underground. Dymas leaped up, but it was too late. A four-toed claw gripped his ankle firmly. The sharp pincers clamped deeply into his flesh, and a numbing toxin was injected into his ankle.

"Scram!" Dymas roared with fury and smashed his fist downwards. The blood-red shadow didn't try to dodge at all but let Dymas punch it. When Dymas's fist came into contact with it, he was shocked to find out that the assailant had no skin. Its blood-red appearance was because it had been stripped of its skin, and its crimson red flesh was exposed. This creature had no reaction upon being punched but hung on tighter to Dymas's ankle instead.

"Die!"

Dymas was both shocked and angry. The toxins from the pincers made him feel dizzy. Without a second thought, he condensed his power again and punched the creature once more.