Chapter 19

When Zong Jiu regained his consciousness, he felt dizzy. His limbs were as sore as when he first entered the dungeon.

It was obvious that someone had drugged him.

He did not open his eyes. Instead, he maintained the same breathing rate as before and listened to his surroundings quietly.

To be honest, Zong Jiu was not in a good situation.

He could feel that he was tied to a narrow chair. His entire body was tied up with wide straps. He could not move.

Most importantly, Zong Jiu's mouth was stuffed with a towel that smelled like disinfectant. He could not speak, nor could he read out the key to clear the dungeon.

In other words, he was like a fried egg that was stuck to the pan. He could not flip it over no matter how hard he tried. Even if he had a mountain of wealth, he could not use it. All he could do was stare.

Zong Jiu was speechless.

F * ck! This time, he screwed up big time.

[Ahhh, it's finally connected, it's finally connected! Don't cry, moms are coming!]

[F * ck, it's so exciting right after connecting. Isn't this inappropriate?]

[I just checked the other livestream rooms in this dungeon. It seems like I lost contact with all of them. I was so scared. Luckily, Brother Jiu has resumed his livestream. Sigh.]

[Logically speaking … Actually, his luck is really good. If it wasn't for this perverted doctor who brought him out of the second level of the basement like it was no man's land, I'm afraid this white-haired beauty would have ended up like He Jianlan and the rest.]

"You're awake?"

Just as he was calmly thinking about countermeasures, a low voice faintly sounded in the empty room.

Since he had been seen through, Zong Jiu did not bother to pretend anymore.

He had already grasped the trump card that would determine the outcome of the battle. The only problem now was to deal with this doctor whose face had the expression "I am very happy" written all over it.

As long as the doctor could remove the towel from his mouth, even if it was just for a second, Zong Jiu would be able to turn the tables.

After making up his mind, the white-haired youth slowly opened his eyes and cautiously observed his surroundings.

The operating room was dark. The only source of light was the spotlight from the operating table.

However, for Zong Jiu, there was another source of light —

The black metal box placed on the operating table was quietly emitting a bright golden light, which gently scattered on the narrow and long lines around it.

Zong Jiu's eyes flickered.

The last time he was in the operating theater, he received a very valuable piece of information.

"That little box used to contain something very interesting … Unfortunately, it was stolen by a shameless thief more than ten years ago …"

According to Zhuge An's deduction, the alternate dimension was exactly 85 years before this mental hospital's timeline. On the third day, when the clock struck twelve, all the trainees in the mental hospital were dragged into the alternate dimension. This meant that not only was Zong Jiu in the alternate dimension, but he had also traveled back in time to thirty years ago.

Thirty years ago, this S-grade prop had yet to be stolen. Instead, it was placed right here in a Zong Jiu's reach.

Although he was determined to win, Zong Jiu didn't show it on the surface. After a casual glance, no matter how stormy the situation was, he could still hide it in his heart.

The doctor in a white coat was standing close to him on his left. He didn't know if he noticed Zong Jiu's small movements, but the man's eyes were even more interested. He looked at him condescendingly, and the corner of his mouth was still as ambiguous as before.

Perhaps it was because he was in the alternate dimension, but compared to the operating theater thirty years later, the equipment in the operating theater looked much older. Even the electric chair Zong Jiu was sitting in was an antique from the last century. The ends of the wires were covered with rusty electrode strips.

And now, these cold electrodes were all stuck to his body.

Zong Jiu's upper body was once again stripped naked. He was in close contact with the electrode strips, like a tentacle occupied by an octopus's suction cup.

The doctor used a scalpel to pick up an electrode strip and placed it firmly on his chest.

When he saw Zong Jiu open his eyes, he casually pressed the tip of the scalpel down maliciously. He smiled at the white-haired young man and shuddered.

"I've said it before. If a disobedient patient is caught, he will be punished. "

For a moment, Zong Jiu felt like he was a fish on a chopping board. He allowed the doctor to cut his skin with a scalpel and then judge him for no reason.

This was the first time in Zong Jiu's life that he was humiliated like this. He could not stand it anymore.

"Ugh … ugh …"

He tried to make sounds with his vocal cords to attract Doctor Chu's attention.

He only needed to stall for time until the towel was removed. Then, he could turn the tables.

However, he did not expect that in the next moment, without any warning, the power was instantly turned on.

Tiny and numbing electric currents crazily rushed up along the long wires, like thousands of needles, deeply penetrating into Zong Jiu's naked body.

'F * ck, this lunatic doesn't play by the rules!'

Doctor Chu did not immediately increase the voltage to a lethal level. He controlled it just enough to make people feel unbearable pain, but not enough to make them pass out. It was still within the acceptable range of a normal person. Then, after doing all this, he stood aside calmly. The light was like a venomous snake as he watched the scene in front of him with his hands crossed.

The moment the electricity was turned on, the young man frowned. His entire body unconsciously rose and fell under the stimulation of the dense electric current.

Not long after, large beads of sweat seeped out from his hair. They flowed along his long white hair like snakes and stuck to his beautiful, flawless waist and abdomen. It was as if a layer of shiny beeswax had been plated on it. The feast that had just been served on the table looked delicious.

Under the stimulation of the electric current, people would feel a slight burning sensation. This was why he was sweating profusely.

Due to the stinging pain, red slowly seeped out from the green blood vessels. Together with the sweat, Zong Jiu looked like he had just been fished out of the water. He was completely cooked.

"After disinfecting, we can start the surgery. I promise, you'll be my proudest work. "

The man was pleased by such a reaction. The scalpel on his fingertips spun and jumped on the flames. It was a bloody dance that coexisted with art and elegance between his slender fingers.

Perhaps it was because of a short circuit in one of the wires, tiny electric sparks almost appeared at the end of the electrode sheet.

At this moment, the person on the electric chair suddenly trembled.

Because his entire body was restrained by the restraints, the young man could only droop his head after fainting. His long white hair that was soaked in sweat hung down from his forehead. Steam that was so hot that it almost materialized was rising from his body. He was in a sorry state.

Sparkling sweat continued to roll down from his forehead. It flowed along the bridge of his tall nose and dripped to the ground drop by drop, smearing dark stains.

The doctor raised his eyebrows.

The milky white rubber gloves slowly moved up along the young man's jawline.

Even though there was a layer of gloves between the two layers of skin, the man's icy fingers could still easily penetrate the skin texture and bone marrow.

"Is this all you can do?"

He sighed and showed a disinterested expression. He tilted the young man's white hair that fell on the side of his temples. The tip of the scalpel was about to reach his upper eyelid.

"What a pity."

Just as the tip of the scalpel was about to pierce through the air, the young man suddenly raised his head. With lightning speed, he took advantage of the close distance between the two of them and slammed into the shiny and sharp scalpel.

This was undoubtedly a suicidal move.

Everything happened in a split second. When the doctor subconsciously shifted the handle of the scalpel, the Zong Jiu had successfully wrapped the towel in his mouth around the tip of the scalpel. The corner of his mouth was getting wider and wider.

"Rip —"

After the tip of the scalpel was wrapped in the towel, the remaining part of the scalpel was drawn towards his cheek.

Under the stimulation of the electric current, the white-haired young man raised his head with a flushed face.

On the side of his cheek, a thin wound was slowly oozing sticky blood. It was extremely beautiful together with the base color of his skin.

The towel covered in saliva slid down the tip of the scalpel and rolled to the dusty ground.

Looking into the doctor's eyes, the Zong Jiu returned a provocative smile and chanted the key.

Almost in the next second, the surrounding environment changed.

The large pieces of peeling walls and the surgical tools that were so old that their paint was peeling off had all disappeared. Instead, they were replaced by a pale wall and a dirty display wall made of brown glass. The skeletons inside stared at him with empty eye sockets. The slender black snake bared its fangs and gracefully slithered through the gaps between the corpses soaked in glass bottles.

He had returned from the alternate dimension thirty years ago.

The Zong Jiu lay on the closed electric chair. His chest rose and fell violently as he gasped for air.

Now that everyone in the mental hospital had been dragged to the alternate dimension, the normal dimension was empty and safe.

In the silence, the white-haired young man lowered his head and waited for his arm to regain feeling.

When he chanted the key, the Zong Jiu could have chosen to directly change the time of landing to three days after the main system. That way, he would have immediately become the second person to pass the test, just like Zhuge An.

But the Zong Jiu did not do that.

Not only did he not do that, but he also chose to move the time back to thirty years later.

If there was a reason … it was because he could not take it lying down. [Smile.]

If he did not take revenge, he would not be a man. If he did not take revenge, he would not be a man. He was being bullied. How could Spirited Young Man tolerate this?

After a few minutes, the Zong Jiu stood up shakily from the electric chair. Under the gaze of the black snake, he dragged his paralyzed body and limped around the medium-sized operating room.

Soon, the Zong Jiu found the target he was looking for in a corner full of junk.

The white-haired young man bent down with great effort and picked up the heavy hammer from the ground. He weighed it in his hand and felt the strength in his wrist return to normal. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The Zong Jiu walked to the operating table with a cold face and chanted the key again.

In less than a second, the light dimmed again.

The wall peeled off and rust flew everywhere. The transition between dimensions was easily performed by the owner of the Space-Time Key.

God was also watching over the Zong Jiu. The figure in the white coat had his back to him and was standing beside the electric chair. He lowered his head and seemed to be organizing something in the medical box.

The dark operating room was extremely quiet. Even Dr. Chu did not expect a person to appear behind him out of thin air.

The Zong Jiu smiled eerily.

Before the man could react, he raised the hoe in his hand.

"Dong —"

[Hit me with a hammer!]

With a swing of the hammer, he was yet another hero who had eliminated a scourge for the people. Awesome!

[Hahahahaha]

[F * ck, that's ruthless. I feel a pain in the back of my head.]

[Hahahahaha, sorry, I'm laughing like crazy!!!]

Before the third time he chanted the key, the Zong Jiu broke the nose of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses. He raised his hand and grabbed the black metal box that was glowing with a golden light.

Everything in the background melted away and disappeared from sight. Finally, they turned into blurry and shimmering blocks of color and disappeared.

The cold system notification sounded.

[Congratulations, Trainee Zong Jiu, for obtaining an S-grade Item x6]

[E-grade Trainee Zong Jiu. Completed.]

In another distant darkness, the man sitting on the high-back chair suddenly opened his eyes.

The transparent puppet thread on his slender fingers spun and pierced through the Void Dimension. It began to slowly retract.

[NPC Cosplay Mission Failed]

[Venue: A-Grade Solo Show Dungeon, Mental Hospital]

[Cosplay NPC: A perverted psychiatrist with a strange hobby of collecting items]

[Reason for Failure: Character has lost mobility]

.....

"He didn't choose to leave the dungeon. Instead, he hibernated and returned."

In the dead silence, the man suddenly chuckled.

"Interesting."