"Wow ah ah ah ah ah!" The little boy woke up again.
The nightmare he had just now about the slave ship crashing was still vivid in his mind, and he was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat.
"......Mother?"
There was no one. It was pitch black all around. He seemed to be lying on a pile of hay, and his naked body was pricked a little painfully by the hay.
By the way. This should be a large house in Rome, a noble's home, a cellar used to confine slaves. The cellar was dark and damp, with a musty smell. The little boy was naked and was bitten by the mosquitoes in the cellar.
Very uncomfortable.
In the dark cellar, there was the sound of someone's footsteps. The person came to the little boy with a torch.
"Hey, Arthur, we meet again." The weak firelight illuminated his brother Gunther's face.
The little boy looked at his brother in horror: "Why...are you here..."
The answer is very simple. Pantoracon fell because of Gunther's betrayal. This man betrayed his country and sought glory so that he could obtain a noble status in Rome. Gunther, who had become a noble, sold Arthur, who had just arrived in Rome, to the slave market.
Buy it and send it to this dungeon.
The purpose was to humiliate the little boy, just like Gunther had been doing to his brother since he was a child.
His dagger moved on the little boy's thigh and soon cut off a piece of flesh from the little boy's leg.
"Are you still so unkillable? Great." Gunser sneered sinisterly, "We can have fun again. You are the slave I bought for a hundred gold coins. Hold on, don't be so fast.
Are you going to be played to death by me?"
"No! No...!" In the darkness of the dungeon, the little boy shouted desperately, watching his former brother stab the dagger into his abdomen.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" the little boy exclaimed, waking up from the nightmare.
He was in a deep pit, with his hands and feet tied and unable to move.
That's right, Gunther failed to trick the little boy to death. On the contrary, the little boy took the opportunity to seize his master's dagger and stabbed Gunther to death with one blow.
But he is a slave after all. Attacking his master will inevitably lead to severe punishment.
The Romans punished rebellious slaves by gagging their mouths, throwing the tied slaves into pits full of poisonous scorpions, and letting them be stung to death by the scorpions.
The slave was stung by poisonous insects so that his whole body was swollen and he died in pain, but his mouth was gagged and he could not even scream; his hands and feet were tied and he could not even struggle;
As a result, the tortured slave had no choice but to roll on the ground in pain. The more he rolled, the more scorpions entangled him and stung him, until the toxins accumulated to the point of death, and all the internal organs began to bleed and collapse together, causing the body to bleed from the inside out.
Ended his life in severe pain.
The little boy was surrounded by an army of scorpions and closed his eyes in pain.
When he woke up this time, he could no longer remember what had happened.
He seemed to have had a nightmare about being stung by a scorpion and woke up screaming?
No, did he bark?
He found himself in absolute darkness.
The feeling of the body is gone, the body seems to have been stripped away, leaving only the soul floating in the void.
He remembered that he was a slave who was executed for betraying his master, but was secretly bought by a magician before execution.
Little boys like him are the best material for magicians' experimental research. Magicians want to pry into the secrets of human souls, and they use all possible means to search for humans with strong willpower for research.
The first night the little boy fell into the magician's hands, the magician killed the little boy and made him a living specimen for experiments.
That's right, he can't see because he has no eyes.
He can't feel it because he has no body.
His head: the two hemispheres of the brain, the cerebellum and the brainstem, were completely removed and soaked in culture fluid, making them "alive" in this way.
The only thing this head soaked in light green culture fluid can feel is the sharp needle stuck on it by the magician.
That is equipment used for experiments, and it is also a means of supplying current to the brain to maintain its life activities.
The electric current flowed into the little boy's head one by one, causing slight but continuous throbbing pain...
He was powerless and had nowhere to escape, so he could only live like this forever.
Eternally, I will be tortured by this throbbing pain, cursing my unfortunate life.
...
Help.....!
...Help!
Who can help me!!!!
Who will... kill me!!!!!!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" The little boy woke up with a start. What just seemed to be his nightmare.
No!
He covered his head that was split in pain. He didn't want to see, hear, or experience anything anymore.
The stimulation from the outside world plunged him into eternal madness, and he did not dare to imagine it anymore!
"No! Don't! Make it stop! Make it stop!!" he cried.
"I don't want to dream anymore! I'm very tired from dreaming, very tired! Please, let it stop!"
After a period of convulsions, Arthur lost consciousness and fell into the boundless darkness.
In the same darkness, two opposing figures gradually appeared.
One of them is a woman named Igraine.
Her dark eyes were full of anger and murderous intent, and she wanted to tear the girl in front of her into pieces. The evil snake behind her was ready to move and pounce at any time.
The other figure was Greenville. There was only indifference in her green eyes.
The girl was like a doll, standing upright without emotion, glaring at Igraine with cold eyes. The white phoenix of the Holy Spirit behind her was also ready to attack at any time, intending to bite the evil snake in front of her.
After a moment of confrontation, Igraine finally spoke: "Who are you? Why do you come to ruin my good deeds?! Why do you come in so many times to disrupt our happy life!"
Greenville smiled disdainfully: "If your so-called [happiness] is to let Arthur dream endlessly, then your happiness is really superficial."
"That's not a dream! Those are our projections in countless parallel worlds! They all really exist, we just need to find a place to settle in them------"
"If you [migrate] Arthur's spirit to another world, what will happen to Arthur in this world?"
Facing Greenville's question, Igraine remained silent.
"The Arthur in this world will die, right?" Greenville threw out the answer she had already guessed.
"You are so selfish, Igraine. You only want to take Arthur away and bring him into your dreams, but you don't think about what this [world without Arthur] will be like." Greenville continued to be poor
Zhui Mengda said, "Do you think if you take him to another world, he will be happy? Do you think if you let him live in a dream, he will be happy?"
Wrong! Only truth can save him!
------Only truth can liberate him!
"
Igraine murmured in a low voice: "The truth will only make him suffer. If you didn't disturb the situation, he could have lived in his dream without any pain. Our family of three could have lived a very happy life!"
"Your happiness is based on the sacrifices of others! If I were Arthur, I would never agree to your doing this!" Greenville shouted.
"He doesn't need to agree! He just needs to live happily!" Igraine retorted.