Old Domain Bizarre

Chapter 9 Pain
"Liquid...happiness?" Zhang Wenda stared wide-eyed at the murky liquid before him. "Can happiness, this emotion, exist in liquid form?"

Although he had seen all sorts of strange things in this world, liquid happiness was just too outrageous, wasn't it?

Zhang Wenda stared in shock at the liquid in the bottle. After a moment of careful thought, he took a deep breath and instantly felt a sense of joy wash over his anxiety.

"It really is liquid pleasure?!" He was utterly shocked as he looked at the last bit of murky liquid in the bottle.

"See? I told you I wouldn't lie to you, right?" The chubby boy said smugly, seeing Zhang Wenda's expression.

Zhang Wenda took the bottle from the fat man and asked nervously, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, are you sure this is liquid—"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his question, then continued, "Why is liquid pleasure seeping from the walls of the Youth Palace—"

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but the burning pain in his back forced him to stop.

"Damn it, this is so uncomfortable!" Zhang Wenda gripped the glass bottle tightly, his face turning red from holding it in.

"Rat, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Pan Dongzi looked at the strange Zhang Wenda with curiosity.

Zhang Wenda took a deep breath, waved his hand, and turned his head away. "It's nothing!"

"You just wait. Once I get out of here, I'll definitely find a way to get rid of this troublesome guy."

Zhang Wenda, grumbling and cursing, picked up the bottle in his hand and began collecting the liquid happiness from the wall.

Just as Zhang Wenda was pondering how to deal with the situation after he got out, a sudden inspiration flashed in his mind as he looked at the liquid slowly collecting in the bottle.

"Does this mean I've mastered the production materials for lollipops? Does that mean that once I learn how to make lollipops, I can make as many as I want?!"

"Since sugar can heal wounds, does that mean that if I make enough sugar, I can offset all the rules and punishments?" At this moment, Zhang Wenda's eyes lit up instantly.

He hadn't forgotten his biggest problem right now: the rules and penalties he was subject to. That was his most important issue at the moment.

Why did I follow these students to this godforsaken place? Wasn't it because I was afraid of being punished by the rules if I didn't come?

He originally planned to deal with the rules and punishments he was subject to after he had gotten through this matter, but unexpectedly, the answer to the problem was delivered to him by chance.

"Haha, rules, you didn't expect I could find this way to deal with you, did you!"

After deciding to go out, Zhang Wenda decided to give it a try. Although it wouldn't be a permanent solution, it could at least be a temporary replacement. Having a temporary solution is better than having none at all.

Seeing Zhang Wenda silently flipping through the guidebook for the model airplane room, Pan Dongzi scratched his head in confusion, said nothing, and continued collecting liquid happiness.

"The model airplane room is an advanced project at the Children's Palace. Students who have joined the interest group, please be vigilant. If you notice any uncontrollable emotional changes, please leave immediately and tell the teacher."

"In the model airplane room, if you see cracks in the floor, please warn other students to avoid falling into them."

After discovering that neither of these two situations had occurred and that things were temporarily safe, Zhang Wenda began to work diligently, maximizing the power of his 996 Divine Skill, and soon collected more than half a bottle.

Pan Dongzi barely managed to cover the bottom of the bottle, but after shaking it and thinking for a moment, he happily poured the liquid into Zhang Wenda's bottle. "You can have whatever you like."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, Haozi. Did something happen to you?" Pan Dongzi asked Zhang Wenda with unusual seriousness.

Zhang Wenda looked at him with some surprise, not expecting that this carefree guy could actually sense his thoughts. "I'm afraid you can't help me with my troubles. First of all, you may not know anything, and secondly, I can't ask you right now." Thinking of the pain in his body and the torment in his heart, Zhang Wenda couldn't help but feel lingering fear.

His voice was somewhat low. "Sigh, I'm human too, I'm afraid of pain too. It's been like this time and time again, I just can't take it anymore. That feeling is just too painful. Don't make me ask anymore, I really don't want to go through it again."

Seeing Zhang Wenda's response, the fat man said nothing more. "Alright then, remember I'm your buddy. If you ever need anything, remember to ask me for help."

Time passed slowly, and with the fat man's help, Zhang Wenda soon filled a bottle.

Zhang Wenda carefully collected them, glanced at the time on his digital watch, and realized that half an hour had already passed. "Is it that hard to collect? It takes two people half an hour to collect just one bottle. This is hardly enough."

"Maybe I can hire my classmates to work for me? And then I can be the boss?" Zhang Wenda, a gloomy middle-aged man, thought to himself.

Just as Zhang Wenda was about to put the bottle cap back in his bag, he suddenly lost his footing, felt weightlessness, and his body plummeted downwards.

Suddenly, a half-meter-wide crack appeared in the ground. Just as he was about to fall in, in a life-or-death moment, he stretched out his hands at lightning speed and grabbed the edge of the crack tightly, thus preventing himself from falling.

A few seconds later, his face flushed red, he gritted his teeth and struggled to crawl out of the gap, lying on the ground panting heavily. "This... this is the advanced project? Damn, it even includes a sneak attack? Fatty, you didn't even tell me beforehand."

However, Zhang Wenda's words received no response, which made his heart skip a beat.

"Fatty?!" Zhang Wenda looked around, only to find that apart from a few more semi-circular gaps on the ground, Pan Dongzi's figure had long since disappeared.

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhang Wenda felt a chill run down his spine. He rushed over and searched every crevice.

Upon seeing the green backpack peeking through the gap, Zhang Wenda, disregarding what had happened, reached out to pull it up. "Don't be afraid! I'll help you."

With a tearing sound, accompanied by the sound of flesh being ripped apart, a new wound appeared on Zhang Wenda's wrist.

The moment Zhang Wenda reached his hand into the crevice, a familiar sense of unease surged forth, and three deep scars instantly covered Zhang Wenda's back.

The sudden pain caused Zhang Wenda to stumble and fall to the ground, almost fainting from the pain.

When Zhang Wenda got up and found that his wounds had not worsened, he immediately realized that the rules were preventing him from saving Pan Dongzi.

The sudden change left Zhang Wenda stunned. He never expected the rules to be so illogical, including prohibiting the rescue of others.

Listening to the suppressed sobs coming from the crack, Zhang Wenda's mind flashed back to the torment he had endured and the despairing negative emotions.

But after a brief pause, he bit his lip hard and strained to reach inside, shouting, "Hold on tight!!"

He's afraid of pain. He can obey other rules, but this is absolutely unacceptable!
Zhang Wenda's face and hands instantly sprouted a dense array of wounds, which continued to accumulate rapidly.

At this moment, Zhang Wenda felt no fear whatsoever. He fiercely thrust his arm directly into the gap and finally touched the fat man's body.

But the next second, with a snap, Zhang Wenda's hand, which had reached into the gap, was broken into an L-shape.

Zhang Wenda bit his lip until it bled from the pain, but when the pain reached its limit, a surge of indignant anger welled up inside him.

"Damn it!! I'm a born rebel! You won't let me do it! I'll do it anyway!!"

With a low growl, a red light flashed on his arm, and he pulled outwards with all his might. With a tremendous force from his arm, he pulled Pan Dongzi out of the gap in an instant, like fishing.

(End of this chapter)