Chapter 378
I followed the noise and found someone else in the corner of the water dungeon.
"Who's there?" I blurted out in my hometown's language without thinking.
Then it hit me, 'This is the Crystal Nation; no one here understands that.'
So, I tried to ask in the local tongue, "Who's there?"
"John, is that you? It's me, Cassandra!"
I was floored. I wanted to ask how she ended up here, but the words just wouldn't come.
Luckily, she started talking a mile a minute, and I finally got it—they weren't planning to let either of us go, and selling her off wasn't on the table. Locking us in this water dungeon was proof enough.
I felt a bit crushed and thought, 'Is this place underground or what?' A wave of helplessness and fear washed over me. 'Am I really gonna die in this dark, dank dungeon? No way, I can't give up. I have to get out of here. I have three kids and so many things left undone. I can't die here.'
I kept pumping myself up and then asked, "Cassandra, do you know where we are?"
Cassandra said, "I don't know."
Her answer hit me like a ton of bricks. "Can you come over here?"
I heard water splashing and chains clinking. "I can only move seven feet."
"Stay put. I'll come to you. Maybe I can find you." I felt my way towards her.
Every step was nerve-wracking, especially when I bumped into weird stuff. My feet felt around, and I broke out in a cold sweat.
I forced myself to stay calm. No wonder it stank so bad in here. I quietly lifted my foot and kept moving.
After about four or five steps, I hit a wall. "Cassandra!"
"John!" Her voice was so close I could almost smell her.
"Reach out your hand." I groped in the dark and suddenly touched her fingertips.
I was over the moon and grabbed her hand. "Cassandra!"
"John, is that you holding my hand?"
"It's me!"
Her hand was ice-cold. I felt up her wrist, and it was still freezing.
The water was up to my waist, and Cassandra was about five feet four inches tall, so it was up to her chest. No wonder she was so cold.
Without saying much, I used all my strength to move towards her, and she tried to come to me too.
Our fingers interlocked, and finally, I hugged her tight.
I had no other thoughts; I just wanted to keep her warm. I think she felt the same.
Her body was freezing, so I lifted her up. With the water's buoyancy, it wasn't too hard.
Her face was pressed against mine, cold as ice, and she was shaking like a leaf. "John, did you come to save me?"
I smiled bitterly. "Yeah."
"John, you shouldn't have come to save me," Cassandra said. "You should've gone back to Simbara."
I said, "Joshua begged me. I couldn't say no to a father about to lose his daughter."
She hugged me tight. "John, even though I've known you for a short time, it's been unforgettable. This is the second time you've saved me."
I thought, 'Now I'm in danger, and I might die in this dark water dungeon. I shouldn't have been so reckless. Sympathy can be deadly.'
Cassandra hugged me tight. "If we make it out this time, I've got a special gift for you."
Then she went quiet.
"You okay?" I anxiously felt her face and finally sighed in relief. She was still breathing, probably just passed out from the cold.
Plus, she was hurt. In this nasty place, if her wounds got infected, we'd be in big trouble.
Sure enough, after about ten minutes, her cold body started heating up. I kept yelling, "Help!"
I shouted until my voice was shot before someone finally showed up.
Blinding light poured down from above, almost blinding me.
Dylan said, "You wanna die?"
Once my eyes adjusted, I said, "She's got a fever. If she doesn't get treated, she's gonna die."
If Cassandra died right here, this whole rescue mission would be a bust, and I might not make it either.
Nobody wants to die. I had to figure out a way to stay alive.
Dylan left, and the cover above wasn't closed. I looked around and realized how gross the water dungeon was.
Things that looked like seaweed floated on the water, but on closer look, they were clearly women's hair.
I almost puked. About ten feet away, a guy was hanging, probably soaked in the water too long, looking super nasty. This wasn't just a water dungeon; it was a grave.
I told myself, 'I can't die here. I have to get out.'
I gently pinched Cassandra, but she didn't respond. Carefully, I peeled back the bandage on her shoulder, and it was infected. "Hang in there, you gotta hang in there."
Just then, three guys showed up above, cursing up a storm, especially Dylan, who even said he wanted to gang-rape Cassandra.
"Pull them up. The boss wants to see them," One of the guys said. Dylan reluctantly lowered a ladder, climbed down in a rubber suit, and fumbled in the corner, then opened a gate on the right.
The water and junk in the dungeon flowed out instantly.
Dylan grabbed the corpse's foot and dragged it out, tossing it into the ocean.
I thought, 'We're in the ocean! We're screwed.'
After cleaning the dungeon, Dylan punched me in the ribs. The pain almost made me black out.
"Damn it!" I couldn't help but curse.
Another punch landed on my ribs, and I felt like my rib might break. I had to endure it.
"Watch your mouth, or I'll tear it apart." As he spoke, he unchained the iron chains above. Two other guys came down and snatched Cassandra from my arms.
I knew saying anything now was pointless. I could only hope they wouldn't do anything too extreme to Cassandra.
Dylan led me by the chain and put a collar around my neck. When I climbed up, I saw a shocking scene.
On the deck, there were thirty or forty naked men, and dozens of armed guys patrolling the ship. Anyone who tried to escape would definitely get shot.
My thoughts of escaping vanished completely.
They seemed to be training. They were super strong, with terrifying eyes and bodies covered in scars.
They looked like hounds. Yeah, hounds. Their eyes didn't look human anymore. I wondered who these people were.
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