Chapter 212

The next morning, the prison doors were wide open. After breakfast, it was time for the prisoners to start work.

The so-called juvenile reform through labor meant that they had to stay in prison and work.

Biggie and Bel's job was to help people clean spaceships at the spaceship repair factory. This job was the easiest out of all the jobs, which was why they were always bullied.

This type of job was rotated every three months. It was decided by drawing lots, and no exchange was allowed. Biggie had drawn this job twice in a row, and Bel had also drawn it for the second time. Biggie's two consecutive draws had already caused some people to think that he had cheated. Now that Bel, who lived in the same cell as him, had also drawn the lot, everyone thought that he had cheated. Most importantly, there was only one spaceship repair factory that wanted this job and they only needed two slots. Therefore, the two of them attracted the dissatisfaction of many other juvenile prisoners.

Due to the drawing lots for this job, the two of them were often picked on. Bree even thought that Biggie had a way to cheat and kept trying to force Biggie to tell him. That was why he made things difficult for Biggie every time he saw him. In reality, according to the two draws, Biggie was really just lucky.

After breakfast, Biggie and Bel were quickly sent to a repair factory near the port. The owner of the repair factory was very stingy. He did not even give them a sip of water. However, the fact that he was willing to pay a low price for a juvenile to work for him showed that he was not a very good person. The repair factory used special solvents to clean spaceships and not drinkable water. When the two of them drank water, they had to go to the washroom. There was a sink outside the washroom with a rusty faucet. However, even if it was just tap water, they would still drink it secretly, afraid that the owner of the repair factory would see them.

They spent the entire morning working in the repair shop. At noon, the two were escorted back to prison.

After lunch, it was time for the prisoners to relax. The so-called time for the prisoners was to have free time to move around. During this time, the bars of every cell in the prison were left open.

Normally, Biggie would hide in his own cubicle and refuse to come out. Bree and the others would drag him out and beat him up. However, this time, Biggie did not hide in the cubicle. Instead, he casually appeared on the playground.

He was no longer the helpless child he used to be. Moreover, he had seen a lot of real powerhouses after traveling with Gu Ding. He had also been injured in battle, but flesh wounds were actually the lightest.

Unable to find Biggie in the cubicle, Bree led a group of people back to the field aggressively. When they finally saw Biggie, a group of people immediately surrounded him.

"You dare to come to the field now? Looks like you're getting bolder and bolder. "Bree's face was full of mockery.

"Not only will I be here today, but I'll be here every day from now on," Biggie said with an indifferent expression. "Scum who bullies the weak and fears the strong. I'm talking about people like you."

No one had expected that the cowardly little man would dare to talk back. They all looked at Biggie in surprise.

"You have a death wish!" Bruley was stunned when he heard Biggie talk back to him. It took him a while to react. "Beat him up! Beat him to death!"

A group of people immediately surrounded him. Biggie curled up his body and hugged his head with both hands as he endured the pain in silence. Between his legs, he saw the knife that he had used to massacre people all those years ago. The knife was hanging on the waist of one of the guards. When Biggie saw the knife back then, he crazily squeezed out and snatched the knife. Then, he chopped off half of Bree's head. However, this time, he did not do anything. All he did was silently endure the pain from the punches and kicks of the crowd. He did not even make a sound as he waited for everything to end.

The crowd surrounded him and beat him up for more than ten minutes. They were worried that Biggie had been beaten to death, so they finally stopped.

Biggie stood up. "If it's over, can I leave now?"

"Continue beating him up!" The more Bree thought about it, the angrier he became. He did not expect Biggie to be so strong-willed this time. He had to convince Biggie.

The crowd surrounded him and beat him up for more than half an hour. They only stopped when their hands and feet were tired.

Biggie stood up again and wiped the blood from his nose. "Can I leave now?"

"He must have secretly practiced some kind of defensive martial arts. He's much more durable than before," one of them whispered into Bree's ear.

Bree's own hands and feet were sore and he could not use any strength. Although he was unhappy, he knew that there was no point in continuing. Moreover, they had already wasted more than forty minutes of the one hour break. He then said fiercely, "We'll continue tomorrow. We'll beat you up until you admit defeat!"

Just then, Bree saw Bel, who was sneaking glances in their direction from a distance. He waved at the crowd and surrounded Bel.

Bel saw that the situation was not good and dodged everywhere. However, he was soon surrounded by a group of people.

Biggie frowned slightly. He wanted to stand up for Bel, but he felt a sharp pain in his internal organs. Only then did he realize that he had not only suffered superficial injuries. His body was too weak and his internal organs had also been shaken by such a level of attack. If he was attacked again, it might cause his internal organs to shift. Such an injury would be fatal to him as he was only an ordinary person. He had no choice but to watch from the sidelines. He watched from afar as Bel covered his head and was beaten up by a group of people.

Bel's cries of pain did not stop Bree and the others. Instead, they became even more aggressive. They finally found the thrill that they had not been able to get from Biggie. Their attacks became even more vicious. Bel held his head and looked helplessly in Biggie's direction. There was a pleading look in his eyes. Biggie slowly closed his eyes. Although Bel was also thin and weak, Biggie knew that Bel's physique was better than his. Being beaten up would only cause superficial injuries. It would not be a big problem. There was no need for Biggie to risk his life.

However, Bel did not think so. He believed that Biggie must have secretly practiced some kind of defensive martial arts. That was why he was not afraid of Bree and the others. He hated Biggie. His pleas for help were completely ignored. Biggie clearly had the ability but refused to stand up for him. He even secretly practiced a defensive martial art without sharing it with him. The more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged. The more he thought about it, the more he hated this world.

Suddenly, through the gap between a person's legs, he saw a long saber on the waist of a guard not far away. A crazy idea suddenly rose in his mind. "Get that saber and kill them all!!!"

The moment the idea came to him, he crawled out from under someone's crotch. He rolled to the guard's side and snatched the longsword. Bel unsheathed his sword and charged straight at Bruley and his men.

Biggie was completely stunned when he saw this. "How could this be? I was the one who snatched the sword back then. Bel was not beaten up that time … Could history have changed because of my different choices? "

Everything was out of control in the field. Bel raised the sword and chased after Bree who had been bullying him. Bree's subordinates had already fled in all directions. Bel was still chasing after Bree.

The guards were also panicking. This was only a juvenile prison. No one had expected something like this to happen. Many of these guards had gotten in through the back door. They were not even regular soldiers and had no experience in dealing with situations like this. There were no long-range weapons in this prison, so the group of guards chased after Bel.

However, what was supposed to happen had happened. In his panic, Bree suddenly tripped over his shoelaces. Bel, who was chasing after him, sliced off half of his head.

Brain matter scattered all over the ground like pink tofu. Sticky blood seeped out continuously and soon covered an area of about two meters around them.

Biggie clenched his fists. This scene was practically a replica of what had happened to him years ago, only the details were slightly different.

Bel did not stop just because he had killed one person. He held the longsword and continued to chase after the person who had beaten him up. That person was still in shock and it was too late by the time he reacted. Bel stabbed his sword into his stomach. The white sword went through his chest and the red sword came out through his back.

The death of the second person sent the entire juvenile prison into a state of complete panic. All sorts of crazed screams could be heard everywhere. It was impossible to tell if these people were crying for help. If Brie's death had shocked them, then the death of the second person had sent everyone into a state of panic. This meant that Bel, who was holding the knife, had completely descended into madness. He would regret that there would be a third and a fourth person who would be killed …

This scene was just as Biggie remembered, except that the main character had changed.

"If this goes on, he will kill everyone in this prison. What should I do?" Biggie frowned. He already knew how things would develop and it was not the outcome he wanted to see. If things continued to develop in that manner, he would also be killed by Bel and fall from the third level of the dream to the fourth level.

Once he entered the fourth level, things would become more troublesome. The time ratio would increase to one to ten thousand. One day in the outside world would be close to thirty years in the dream. His 1200 years would only last about forty days at most before he would die of old age.

"It's not possible to steal the sword. Someone must have tampered with the sword back then. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to kill everyone as easily as cutting a watermelon. This sword must have been tampered with as well. With my current physical strength, there's no way I can fight Bel, let alone steal the sword. What should I do now? "Biggie frowned. In the past, whenever the crew encountered any problems, it was mostly Gu Ding and Neptune who made the decisions. The others would only give some simple suggestions. Biggie was usually just a listener. Now that he had to make the decisions himself, he really did not know what to do.