Chapter 213: Tagore’s Powerful Transformation

Chapter 213: Tagore’s Powerful Transformation

Tagore stared at the giant star ribbonfish in the tank, almost in a daze. He thought about sneakily eating the fish but knew it would result in a public spectacle. He turned to where Biggie was previously, planning to get him to buy the fish. It was then that he realized Biggie was missing.

“Hey, where’d the big guy go?” Tagore jumped onto a random rooftop and looked around, but still could not spot Biggie.

“Where could he have gone in such a short time?”

He lifted his cat paws and quickly dialed Biggie’s number. Even though he was not too willing to speak out loud, there was nothing else he could do.

“I’m sorry, the number you have called is not within this zone.”

Tagore had never really used an intelligent wristwatch before, and this sentence stumped him. “What does it mean by not within this zone?”

He hung up and called the number again but had gotten the same answer both times. He had no choice but to call Gu Ding’s number for help.

Just as he keyed in the number, he sensed danger coming. The scene in front of his eyes changed suddenly. The noisy marketplace had transformed into a wilderness. The ground was filled with tens of thousands of different types of swords stuck into it. Most of these swords were imperfect. There were traces of cracks and breakage on them. A gigantic rock stood like a wall at a distance. There were marks of sword slashes on the gigantic rock. Tagore lifted his head and realized the enormous rock was actually a gigantic rock sword. The sword was embedded deep inside the ground and clouds were floating around the rock sword from above. The handle could be vaguely seen, which was enough for anyone to differentiate it from a rock wall.

“I’m sorry, the number you have called is not within this zone…” The notification voice sounded from the communicator again. Tagore figured out what had happened to Biggie and he looked around warily.

“I’m sorry, little kitty, I can’t allow you to reach out to Gu Ding and the others for help. I have no choice but to make you go through this and trap you within my personal domain,” a middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of Tagore. He had a large build and look to be 2.12 meters. He had a rugged look about him and the what stood on was that scar on his right eye, which was about ten centimeters long. Gu Ding would have immediately recognized him if he was here. This was Roland, the man who had bought Gu Ding drinks in the tavern.

Tagore could tell that this person was not antagonistic, but he also knew that Biggie was now in danger. He had heard from Gu Ding and the others that Biggie had little to no combat effectiveness without the help of hypnosis. Gu Ding had given Tagore the responsibility of protecting Biggie, but now, not only has he lost Biggie, but he was also trapped in someone’s personal domain. This was something that Tagore was not able to accept. What made the whole situation even more unacceptable, was being called a little kitty by this man.

As that strange middle-aged man got out a stick for playing with cats from his inventory and slowly moved toward Tagore, it only served to anger Tagore more.

“I love little animals. Play with me a while, little kitty. I’ll let you out once Biggie is done. How does that sound?” Roland said as he slowly stuck the stick out in front of Tagore. He had no idea that his actions had seriously crossed the line with Tagore.

Tagore finally flew into a rage and his body, which was supposed to be as large as a palm, began to grow at a ridiculous speed. Flashes of red energy flowed out from within his body, which later coagulated…

Roland was a little taken aback by what has happened in front of him. He did not stop this because he wanted to know what this little kitty was made of.

In less than a minute, this little kitty the size of a palm had grown into a huge beast of close to a hundred meters. This huge beast was blood-red with black stripes all over him. It continued to grow and mutate physically. His tail had also quickly split into two, and later two into three… It continued until nine tails were formed, dancing behind him madly. His eyes, which had a spirited look in them, had transformed. They now looked like golden flames that shot out of from within his body. The most unique part of it all was his forehead. There was a piece of ink-black crystal on it, almost as if it was embedded there.

Roland could not tell what sort of creature this was, but there was an aura about the creature that warned Roland that it was no weaker than a demigod such him. Roland knew it was time to be serious.

…

In another personal domain, Biggie was in danger.

Bel was going on a murderous rampage, slashing everyone one with one stroke of the word. No one was able to stop him.

“If this continues, history will repeat itself,” Biggie was a little anxious. He knew that if everyone only cared about escaping instead of defending themselves, they will all end up massacred. This was because Biggie had gone through this many years ago, except that he was the one killing everyone then. This was a juvenile prison, after all, and the oldest prisoner was only fourteen-years-old while the youngest was only seven-years-old. Most of these children were ordinary Rank 1 Gene Body and had no combat effectiveness. Even the few of them who were Rank 2 Gene Body had only a slight advantage during fights. Now, they were all shocked into a daze and were unable to defend themselves.

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“Stop running around so erratically, everyone. Run toward where there are guards, they have weapons. The guards can work together and snatch the sword from his hands!” Biggie shouted. He remembered what Gu Ding had said before. If there was something that cannot be done by one person, then let a team of people do it and it would not seem too difficult to settle things. That was why the more difficult the situation becomes, the more important it was that everyone worked together.

Some of them heard Biggie’s voice. It no longer mattered who had shouted the instructions as it sounded reasonable. So, they ran toward the guards.

As for those who did not hear Biggie, they ended up being part of the massacre.

It took less than five minutes for the entire field to be covered in blood. More than eighty people were killed in this prison of more than three hundred juvenile prisoners. The field was ridden with dead bodies.

Under Biggie’s continuous shouting, most of them had hidden behind the guards.

Bel’s sword was pulled out from the last body and he turned toward where the few guards were. There was only one target left within his viewing range. He lifted his left index finger and ran it across the back of the sword and poked that now bloodied finger into his mouth. It was as if he was eating something delicious. A sinister smiled appeared on his face as he looked at everyone with a disturbing expression.

This scene chilled all of them to the bone.

Biggie seemed to remember himself doing the same thing before as the scene he had just witness felt vaguely familiar. At the moment when Bel placed his fingers into this mouth, it reminded Biggie clearly of how it had felt. It had been a particularly exhilarating and pleasurable feeling.

“Don’t be afraid. If he dares come over, we’ll just tie up all four of his limbs and snatch the sword from him,” Biggie shouted.

Bel was not perturbed by the words as he ran toward everyone with the lifted sword.

A few guards lunged at Bel; Biggie had also run toward him. Biggie knew he had to be the one to grab that sword. If someone else held it in their hands, something even more horrible might happen. By the looks of Bel’s reaction, Biggie knew this was the same sword he had held on to all those years ago. The sword had the power to take control of man and deity. However, Biggie had experienced this once before and he should be able to overcome it.

In the blink of an eye, the unexpected took place and the situation was flipped on its head. Bel gave the sword a swipe and a chilling and ruthless sword energy appeared out of thin air. Biggie immediately ducked but the other four guards were not that lucky. They were immediately slashed into half at the waist.

The smell of fresh blood and the stink of bloody intestinal fluids filled the air. The stench was deeply nauseating.

“Why is this happening?” Biggie could not understand this. When he had the sword in his hands back then, it did not have such an effect. The sword was sharper than normal, and it did not take much strength to slash into something, but the sword energy was something that had never happen before. It was clear that Bel was much more dangerous than Biggie was back then.

Right then, Bel had stopped right in front of where Biggie had fallen to the ground but did not attack Biggie. He grabbed Biggie’s head, forcing it upwards to face him and gave him a sinister smile. He let go of Biggie and continued chasing the group of people.

Bel’s massacre continued with a hitch with the help of the powerful sword energy. Every swing of the sword took a few lives. Less than ten minutes went by and the screaming in the prison finally died down. The mad noises finally died.

“It’s over…” Biggie stood up. He knew everyone else besides him had been killed by Bel. He was Bel’s final target, just like how Bel was Biggie’s final target. “This must be retribution…”

Bel’s footsteps got louder and louder as he approached but Biggie stood calmly where he was. It had been years since he no longer feared death and pain. Besides, it was not a true death this time. He would only be sent to the fourth level of the dream world. Even though there was less chance of survival there, at least there was still hope.

Bel walked toward Biggie, his body was drenched in blood, but it did perturb Bel. In fact, he was enjoying being bathed in fresh blood. He stood firm in front of Biggie but did not attack. They stared at each other.

“What are you waiting for?” Biggie’s lips curved slightly in a smile.

“He’s waiting for me!” A voice rang out from nearby.

Biggie looked over at the direction of the voice in surprise. He had not expected someone to still be alive. The expression on Biggie’s face changed when he saw who it was. It was an elderly man in a long, black robe. He was white-bearded and had a long, white mustache. This man was an unwelcome person from Biggie’s memory, his existence was not something he was glad to be reminded of. This was because this man, was the one responsible for pushing him into the deep belly of torturous hell.

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