I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today

Chapter 827: Chapter 827 Difficulty

Bai Youwei hadn’t slept.

What should have been the most comforting embrace now felt like a blade against her back; she had to constantly monitor Shen Mo’s condition.

The person behind her was quiet.

Outside, it was quiet too.

She wondered how the others were doing now. This change had crept in unnoticed, and alerting them might only add to their agony.

Seeing how Mark and Dylan were coping, able to endure for a few months, meant that this change wouldn’t kill anyone—it only brought physical and mental pain. If one could endure it, then it would be fine.

...

Bai Youwei waited a long time, then heard the breathing behind her gradually even out, as if he had fallen asleep.

…Sleeping was good.

When asleep, there would be no feeling of hunger.

She let out a slightly relieved sigh and closed her eyes too.

…

The next day, the atmosphere in the stone chamber was sterner, more oppressive.

The fire had long gone out, and the air around was bleak and cold.

Mark and Dylan were listlessly nibbling on bread in a corner. Perhaps because Slade had already shown his hand, they made no effort to conceal their interest anymore, their eyes gleaming green as they glanced at Bai Youwei and Chen Hui.

Bai Youwei didn’t pay them any heed but observed the rest of her companions.

She and Chen Hui seemed to be the least affected. The eating speed of the others had slowed down in varying degrees.

Leonid’s situation was the most obvious. He spat out his first mouthful of bread, still unaware of the changes in him, and complained, “What’s with the taste of this bread?!”

Chen Hui asked, “What taste? It tastes the same as yesterday to me.”

Leonid paused, then tried another bite of bread.

He still wanted to spit it out but forcibly kept it down, swallowing it bit by bit as if it were sawdust.

Du Lai, sitting beside him, had just finished his biscuit, threw back his head for a gulp of water, and said,

“Taste has been compromised. Since that’s the case, don’t think too much, just close your eyes and eat until you’re full.”

Leonid frowned and asked him, “Is it because of the lice?”

“Not sure.” Du Lai turned his head, looking at Bai Youwei and Shen Mo, “Anyway… the longer we stay here, the more disadvantageous it is for us.”

Shen Mo’s expression was indifferent, seemingly unaffected, and replied, “We should get out as soon as possible.”

Asarina asked, “What should our next move be?”

“Keep heading east,” Bai Youwei said. “We need to perfect the map, at least figure out the number and location of the transfer points, otherwise it’s easy for the minotaur to catch up.”

Mention of the minotaur made everyone’s expression darken.

Actually, with their combat power, dealing with a minotaur wasn’t an issue. But frustratingly, the minotaur would resurrect endlessly, and with no one sacrificed, none of the doors around would open!

That was somewhat unfair.

Bai Youwei thought it over, the more she thought, the more she felt she was missing something.

“Do you guys think… which maze might this be?” she suddenly asked. “Could it be Maze Number 1?”

“Unlikely,” Du Lai was the first to dissent, “This maze cannot be crossed by one person alone, and I think, Maze Number 1 should be more special.”

“But the only mazes we don’t know about are Number 1, 4, and 5,” Bai Youwei mulled, speaking slowly, “If this is Number 4 or 5, then it should be easier than Number 2 or 3. But now, it feels more difficult than Number 2 and 3, which isn’t logical.”

Chen Hui asked, “Sister Weiwei, are you saying… this maze isn’t that difficult?”

“There must be something we are overlooking,” Bai Youwei said confidently. “The minotaur shouldn’t resurrect indefinitely. There must be a way to permanently kill it, we just don’t know it yet.”

Everyone looked at each other.

Then, almost simultaneously, they remembered the mural—

“That sword in the painting…” Bai Youwei murmured, “The hero’s sword that slayed the minotaur, where is it?”

“But we searched the room with the mural thoroughly,” Du Lai interjected, “and saw no weapons.”