"But..."
Dai Mubai changed the subject, his gaze sweeping across the sky.
"This is just the beginning of the real show."
"The stupid things I could do in that world were not just as simple as running away."
Upon hearing this, the women all looked curiously at the sky.
Images flow across the sky.
The plot of the underworld continues to unfold.
[After escaping, there was no new beginning.]
What awaits Dai Mubai is an even more complete and utter depravity.
The scene then shifts to Dai Mubai's bedroom.
It was no longer that deep, dark corridor, but a room filled with the smell of alcohol and an atmosphere of extravagance.
At this time, Dai Mubai was already twelve years old.
(But he looked even more is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, and a lack of motivation) than when he was ten years old.
His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his once handsome face was now marred by large dark circles and puffy eye bags, giving him the appearance of someone who had indulged in excessive sexual activity.
Wine bottles were scattered all over the ground.
There were even a few pieces of women's underwear.
Dai Mubai slumped to the ground, clutching a wine jug in his hand, his eyes glazed over, occasionally letting out a silly laugh.
"Cultivation? Cultivate my ass!"
"We can't beat Davis anyway...we're all going to die anyway..."
"Why not seize the day and enjoy life..."
"belch--"
He let out a burp, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful of strong liquor. The spicy liquid dripped down the corner of his mouth, soaking his shirt.
This is what is known as "keeping a low profile and biding one's time".
This is what is known as "bearing humiliation and carrying heavy burdens".
It's basically a complete and utter collapse.
Just then.
"Bang!"
The door to the palace was kicked open.
Wood chips flew everywhere.
Sunlight streamed in from outside, making Dai Mubai squint.
A tall figure walked in against the light.
It's Davis.
Davis was fifteen or sixteen years old at this time, with a burly build and that signature sinister smile on his face.
However, the fluctuations of his soul power were not actually that strong.
In recent years, Davis has become much less competitive due to the lack of competitive pressure, and his training has not progressed by leaps and bounds.
Even so.
The moment Davis appeared.
Dai Mubai, who was drinking, dropped the wine jug instantly, just like a mouse seeing a cat.
"Big...Big Brother..."
Dai Mubai trembled all over and scrambled under the bed.
Where was the slightest bit of dignity of a prince in that appearance?
Davis looked at the mud on the ground, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
He stepped forward and stomped on Dai Mubai's hand.
Grind it vigorously.
"ah--!!"
Dai Mubai let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"My dear brother, hiding in your room drinking in broad daylight?"
"What? Aren't you thinking about how to kill me and reclaim the throne?"
Davis bent down, reached out and patted Dai Mubai's face hard, making a crisp "slap slap" sound.
It is extremely insulting.
Logically speaking, even clay figures have a bit of temper.
Even if you can't win, you should at least put up a fight, at least glare back.
But Dai Mubai didn't.
He lay on the ground, letting Davis's hands step on him and slap his face.
He even had to force a smile to please.
"Big...Big brother is joking..."
"I'm a good-for-nothing... How dare I compete with my elder brother..."
"Big brother, spare me... spare me..."
Dai Mubai's voice trembled, tinged with tears.
He abandoned all his dignity.
Just to avoid getting beaten up.
Just to keep surviving.
Seeing this, Davis immediately felt bored.
There's no sense of accomplishment in bullying such spineless trash.
"Pooh."
Davis spat a mouthful of phlegm onto Dai Mubai's face.
"That's disgusting."
"Don't ever say you're my brother again, I'll be ashamed."
After saying that, Davis turned and left.
Dai Mubai was left lying on the ground, his face covered in a mixture of alcohol, tears, and a mouthful of phlegm.
He didn't wipe it.
He just stared blankly at the doorway, then let out a long sigh of relief.
"They're gone...they're finally gone..."
"It's alright...it's alright..."
He grabbed the wine jug from the ground and, as if to calm his nerves, gulped down several mouthfuls.
The image gradually freezes.
The image is frozen on that distorted face covered in phlegm and wearing a fawning same.
Boom—!!!
The underworld was completely blown up.
This time, it's not just disappointment.
Instead, it was anger.
It's that kind of anger—a feeling of disappointment and frustration, a desire to rush in and strangle someone.
The Imperial City of the Star Luo Empire.
Inside a tavern.
The old ministers who had been defending Dai Mubai were now trembling with anger, smashing their teacups to pieces.
"Beast! You beast!"
"A prince, frightened like this!"
"You didn't dare fight back when someone spat on you? And you even had to smile apologetically?"
"He has completely disgraced the Star Luo Empire!"
"If we let this spineless coward become emperor, wouldn't our Star Luo Empire have to kneel down and beg for mercy from the Heavenly Dou Empire?"
On the street, people pointed at the sky and cursed loudly.
"What evil-eyed white tiger? I think it's a sick cat! A mangy dog!"
"That Davis isn't that strong! It's only been a few years, and he's already this scared?"
"Dai Mubai from the White World dared to kick Davis away when he was six years old, but this guy is twelve and still getting trampled underfoot!"
"It's hopeless, completely hopeless."
Shrek Academy.
The oppressive atmosphere had reached its peak.
Tang San's brows furrowed into a deep frown.
As he looked at the scene in the sky, the last bit of respect he had for Dai Mubai vanished.
The Tang Clan, to which he belonged in his previous life, placed the utmost importance on integrity.
Even outer disciples would not remain indifferent to such a humiliating disgrace.
Dai Mubai's behavior crossed Tang San's bottom line.
"Boss Dai..."
Oscar opened his mouth, wanting to say something to ease the tension, but found that he couldn't find the words at all.
How do I wash this?
This is impossible to wash!
Dai Mubai stood in the center of the crowd.
He felt as if his soul was being torn to pieces.
The "self" on the sky, every humble movement, every pleading word, was like a red-hot iron, burning his face and his heart.
That was the past he most wanted to bury.
That was the side of him he least wanted people to see.
He thought that as long as he escaped to Shrek Academy and pretended to be dashing, domineering, and powerful, he could erase that humiliating history.
But now.
The whole world knows now.
The whole world saw him once grovel at Davis's feet like a dog, begging for mercy.
"No...that's not how it is..."
Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot, and his fingernails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood.
He roared madly in his heart.
The shame made him wish he could dig a hole and crawl into it on the spot, or just die.
This is a form of spiritual torture.
It's a million times worse than killing him.
The looks from classmates, teachers, and even passersby were no longer mocking.
It is pity, not compassion.
That look in their eyes when they see a pitiful creature.
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