Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

Domi takes stock of his gains:

Body strengthening, got it!

Warm-up, got it!

Matching major, got it!

He's bursting with confidence right now!

We certainly can't let our Bu family lose face now, right?

With his confidence fully restored, Domi finally pushed open the door to the abyss.

Work hard!

Crunch~~~

The door was very heavy, and it took him a lot of effort to push it open.

Behind the main gate are countless steps and an endless corridor that leads directly underground.

The cold air blew outwards from the inside, chilling his body, which had just begun to ignite.

Gulu...

Another mouthful of saliva went down.

This time, however, he overcame his fear and chose to bravely go in.

Chapter 23 Boys and Girls Charge Forward

The further down Domi went, the fiercer and colder the howling wind became. It seemed that what he was heading down was not the headquarters of the Northern Fomalhaut Clan, but an ice cellar specifically used to hide corpses.

"Damn it, Carlos didn't even remind me. I should have worn an extra layer."

"Whoosh..." Visible hot air was exhaled from his mouth.

Domi tightened his spring vest and subconsciously began to breathe more rapidly, which helped him barely maintain his body temperature.

After walking a little further, he finally reached the top of the stairs, where a straight and wide corridor appeared before him.

The walls on both sides are made of old-fashioned stone bricks, and every few steps there is a magic lamp that flashes a cool-toned light, like a flashing indicator light on a shipping route, which extends all the way to the end of the corridor.

Have we arrived at our destination?

Domi comforted herself, thinking that any designer with a sound mind would not build such a material-intensive and labor-intensive staircase and corridor underground.

But he still underestimated the extent of the designer's idiocy.

After walking along the corridor for about five minutes without seeing anyone, Domi fell into deep thought. Was the world crazy, or was there something wrong with his perception?

Left with no other option, he began to review the events in his mind:

"A wall of illusion? That can't be right, this is another world... If it weren't for the wall of illusion, maybe the corridor would be round, and I'd just be going around in circles?"

“That’s not right either,” he immediately contradicted himself. “If it were a circle, I would have been walking in a straight line and would have bumped into a wall sooner or later, but I haven’t yet, so that possibility is also ruled out.”

"Thinking carefully about the remaining possibilities, Carlos, as the head of the family, couldn't possibly be unaware of the situation here, nor would he give me false information. This must be the place to report to Fomalhaut!"

"It's not a trick wall, it's not a circular corridor, and it's not Carlos deliberately setting me up, so there's only one possibility left!"

That's because Beiluoshimen's people are setting him up!

Although I don't know how they did it, I guess it was some kind of magic he'd never encountered before.

Domi had tricked people so many times, but this was the first time he had been tricked himself. He was so angry that he was gritting his teeth, partly from anger and partly from the cold.

But no matter what, we need to break this deadlock first!

After racking his brains, he chose to lie down...

Yes, it literally means lying flat, like a salted fish, slumped on the floor, patiently waiting for salvation.

Meanwhile, in a room somewhere beneath the castle—

"Sir, the Third Young Master seems to have noticed the existence of the illusion."

"Oh?" A man's voice rang out in the room, his tone tinged with surprise: "So fast? Didn't the patriarch say that the third young master had no magical talent... Oh well, let's just say we've passed this test. Let's move on to the more difficult ones, hurry up."

"At the same time, begin recording the Third Young Master's behavior."

"Yes."

In the endless corridor illusion, Domi continued to lie flat on the stone bricks, waiting for Fomalhaut to give up the idea of ​​torturing him.

Showing weakness is a privilege reserved exclusively for little kids who haven't even grown all their hair yet.

However, Fomalhaut doesn't seem to buy into this.

The next second, his ears twitched in response, and a rumbling sound came from behind, entering his ears and reaching his auditory nerve, growing louder as it approached, causing the ground to tremble!

"what's the situation?!"

He immediately sat up and looked behind him, only to see a huge iron ball, as long and wide as the corridor, rolling towards him like a prehistoric beast with a gaping maw.

This scene terrified Domi.

He felt that Fomalhaut wouldn't really kill him, but Domi didn't have the guts to just watch the iron ball run over him.

It was almost an instinctive reaction; Domi stood up at the fastest speed he had ever been and then took off running!

The subordinates acted as competent recorders, diligently scribbling on paper:

"As the iron ball came crashing down, the Third Young Master immediately chose to run away, his speed comparable to that of a rabbit, something he had never seen before in his life!"

five minutes later……

"The iron ball trial is over. It lasted for five minutes without being caught by the iron ball. Your physical strength is excellent."

As the iron ball turned into the suddenly appearing side road and the sound gradually faded into the distance, Domi's eyes still held a lingering fear. Fortunately, he could finally rest for a while now.

He rested his hands on his knees, panting heavily, and muttering curses under his breath:

"Holy shit... holy shit... who the hell designed this? It's pure torture..."

Achoo!

The man sneezed remotely.

"Sir, the weather has been so unpredictable lately, have you caught a cold?"

“Possibly, but I’m more inclined to believe it’s a pollen allergy…” The man touched his nose, then raised his hand and glanced at the pocket watch in his palm: “Watch the time, the five-minute break is over, let’s start the next test.”

"Ok."

So, in the next ten minutes, Domi experienced a series of fun mini-games, including "stepping into thin air, being surrounded by spikes, and being forced to do pull-ups," "being hard to defend against in the dark and hard to dodge in the open," "a log bridge over a pool of hungry crocodiles," and "a rotating giant axe corridor that plays rhythm games."

"Behavioral record: Excellent arm strength, excellent reaction speed, excellent balance, excellent body coordination and observation skills."

"Rest time: ten minutes."

"Rest time is over, time for the final trial."

After personally experiencing the "Boys and Girls Rush Forward" challenge, Domi felt so exhausted that she didn't even have the energy to curse anymore.

His recovery speed is not keeping up, and his physical strength is insufficient; he is now truly exhausted.

Now that things have come to this, he can roughly guess the meaning behind these "fun little games".

One challenge after another tests his various abilities, isn't it all to obtain the most realistic physical data?

Speed, physical strength, arm strength, reaction speed, balance, coordination, observation... all that's missing is comprehensive practical experience.

He sat cross-legged against the wall, gazing at the shadows in the corner not far away, a mocking, bitter smile playing on his lips:

"So... will this be the final hurdle?"

In my field of vision, a person slowly emerged from the shadows, wearing a black trench coat with a hood covering his face, holding two sharpened daggers, and even the height of an adult.

He approached Domi from a short distance away, threw the dagger he was holding in his left hand in front of him, and then assumed a fighting stance.

This is clearly a challenge to a duel with Domi.

In the past, Domi would have been eager to try, but now, he couldn't even be bothered to move a finger, let alone fight.

However, to Domi's surprise, a green light descended from the sky and shone directly on his head, making him panic.

Enhancement Spell: Stamina Recovery.

Domi could clearly sense that his previously depleted physical strength was being replenished at an extremely rapid pace.

In less than ten seconds, he was full of energy again.

"Pick it up..."

The man in black made a deep, muffled sound.

"Then the battle."

The moment Domi picked up the dagger, the green light above his head disappeared, and at the same time, the man in black moved!

The dagger in his hand shot out like a venomous snake, and his figure was as unpredictable as a ghost!

Domi's eyes widened, and he quickly raised his dagger. Just based on their heights alone, this was no longer a fair duel.

Why deliberately place an invincible boss to dampen one's spirits?

Okay!

Domi's inner ruthlessness was also ignited.

"Since you're going to stomp on newbies, then I'll play along to the end!"

Following the muscle memory of assassination techniques in his mind, he flipped his fingers to reverse his grip on the dagger.

The left leg gathers strength, the right leg bends, settles down... and then bursts out like a spring!

Countless assassination techniques have been condensed into the most efficient enemy-killing skill at this moment: a simple sprint, coupled with a simple throat slit.

Her long, gray ponytail flew through the air, propelled by Domi's incredible speed, like a white wolf on the grassland, its fur whipped by the wind, like a bolt of lightning!

A hunting frenzy gleamed in his icy blue eyes!

Who is the prey, and who is the hunter?