<h4>Chapter 2380: Chapter 2380: Trapped</h4>


    "What do you mean?"


    ck Dragon narrowed her eyes, never having been this angry before.


    The torment of the body is not as devastating as the destruction of the mind.


    To kill by wounding the heart!


    ck Dragon believed she could ept any insult directed at her, after all, those with power and status are bound to be criticized.


    However, she never expected that as soon as Julius Reed opened his mouth, he would say such things.


    "I mean it literally," Julius Reed replied calmly.


    Behind him, ck Dragon and Dragon Kun were quickly calming their chaotic breaths, attempting to heal their wounds.


    They were all top-tier warriors; even if injured, as long as it wasn’t fatal, they could still unleashbat power equal to their peak!


    Of course, there was a price to pay for this.


    Fighting while injured would worsen their wounds.


    But when ites to the brink of life and death, no one would care about such things.


    "Julius Reed, are you insulting me?" ck Dragon asked, incredulous.


    She asked once more, wanting to confirm if she had misheard.


    "You didn’t mishear; I’m not insulting you, I’m simply stating the facts. You know, I’m an honest person," Julius Reed said, hands sped behind his back, speaking with calm.


    Yet the calmer he was, the angrier ck Dragon felt!


    "You took my virtue, and now you turn and speak of me this way? Have your fill and then pretend you don’t know me?" ck Dragon didn’t care about the surprised looks from Dragon Kun and ck Dragon; she stepped up to Julius Reed, almost face-to-face: "You truly are heartless."


    "Of course I’m heartless, because you’re not you." Julius Reed suddenly made a move, lifting ck Dragon up.


    His hand gripped tightly around ck Dragon’s neck.


    ck Dragon’s eyes widened, struggling non-stop, but Julius Reed’s strength was too great, rendering her struggles ineffective.


    Crunch!


    With a slight exertion of force, this ck Dragon’s head tilted, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, and she died instantly.


    "Still not nning toe out?" Julius Reed released his grip, and the body fell heavily to the ground.


    His voice echoed continuously within the tomb chamber.


    "Very well, Julius Reed, I wasn’t wrong about you." A figure appeared from the darkness, voice exactly like ck Dragon’s.


    "With such speed, taking advantage of Dragon Kun and ck Dragon’s actions, meticulously hiding and finding a substitute, you still didn’t fall for it."


    ck Dragon stood within the darkness; under the faint light of the perpetualmps, only her blurry silhouette could be seen.


    "I’m far smarter than you think, just as you have always been dumber than I imagined," Julius Reed said without mercy.


    "I believe you brought Trent Marsh here, so I pretended to know nothing. But it seems this trip was still quite worthwhile. At least I learned about Silvio Reed’s tomb, knew he died, and knew Trent Marsh is here."


    Julius Reed pointed above, asking, "Want to go out, is it easier than I thought?"


    This top-tier tomb, though built five thousand years ago, in terms of cost and craftsmanship, was at the pinnacle of humanity at the time.


    As he left, Julius Reed clearly felt this was a downhill path, but the slope was unclear.


    Calcting the depth from the surface was not easy either.


    "There’s no possibility," ck Dragon stood in a rtively safe position, speaking with full confidence, "When this tomb was built, the materials used were all top-grade, with almost every craftsman of skill from the world gathered here. Above you, it’s not earth."


    "It’syers of dense mixed sand and stone. Several hundred meters from the surface. There’s no way out."


    "And the stone wall behind you, which blocks the door, is ten meters thick."


    Mentioning these, ck Dragon was very excited.


    "Originally, I thought if you were willing to cooperate with me, I would transform you, keeping you by my side to serve me as my man, at my beck and call."


    "But now, I’m afraid I can’t keep you. Julius Reed, the feeling of waiting to die is the most agonizing. But considering our brief connection, I’ll leave you a sword to decide your own fate." ck Dragon finished, and Dragon Kun and ck Dragon immediately dropped off, disappearing into the darkness.


    As she threw down a sword, ck Dragon also disappeared.


    Crunch!


    One after another, the sound of stone gates falling was heard.


    The tomb chamber fell into silence.


    In the long, narrow passage, there were only two perpetualmps.


    Under the dim light, Julius Reed found some peculiar paintings on the walls.


    He walked to the stone gate and knocked with his hand.


    It was very heavy.


    ck Dragon hadn’t lied.


    There was truly no chance of escape here.


    Those trapped here could only wait to die.


    Not to mention no one outside knew this ce’s location, even if they did, they probably couldn’t find the entrance.


    As the pinnacle of tomb design, this was just an insignificant part of the Nine Provinces Tomb.


    Imagine how many hidden traps there must be inside the great tomb.


    How could ck Dragon know so much about the Nine Provinces Tomb?


    Trent Marsh, as Silvio Reed’s most skilled warrior and a highly respected figure within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, waspletely ignorant of this ce.


    Julius Reed knew that Trent Marsh hadn’t lied.


    Yet ck Dragon, who was nominally superior to Trent Marsh, knew everything here.


    Could it be, as Silvio Reed said?


    The passage was eerily silent.


    With no one to disturb him, Julius Reed could sit on the ground and think.


    The problem he most needed to solve now was how to control amnesia.


    Amnesia is a terrifying thing, even though he often carried a small notebook to write down everything he experienced.


    But words on paper can’tpare to personal experiences?


    Every nuance of expression in a person could be contemtedter.


    But the words left behind are simple things.


    Without the specific course and the surroundings of the time.


    "Silvio Reed, could he truly be dead?" Julius Reed murmured to himself.


    Silvio Reed, the mythologized figure, just died a few thousand years ago?


    Julius Reed had never seen Silvio Reed; the people of today, aside from Trent Marsh and his group, hadn’t either.


    Yet Silvio Reed’s legend reached deep into the hearts of the people.


    Almost everyone knew that Silvio Reed was a peak king!


    An almost invincible existence.


    Could Silvio Reed really have been mythologized?


    But thinking about how he could make someone like Trent Marsh submit, it was clear Silvio Reed was by no means a simple figure.


    Smart people, even if they flip, don’t lose everythingpletely.


    "Silvio Reed must be alive," Julius Reed affirmed his thoughts.


    Because Silvio Reed and he were once kings.


    In an era of heroes, where ambition ruled, to sit at the highest position, one had to be clever.


    "Perhaps my hunch is correct," he thought.


    Julius Reed sat cross-legged in the passage.


    He was waiting.


    And he was betting.


    Waiting for someone toe, betting that the person hadn’t died.


    "Silvio Reed, if you’re dead, then I’ve calcted for a lifetime and lost everythingpletely," Julius Reed spoke to himself, entering a state of emptiness.


    He knew he wouldn’t starve to death, nor would he be trapped to death here.


    But ck Dragon knew that too.


    Yet she left this sword behind.


    This implied that something must appear that could kill Julius Reed.


    And the process, would be painful.


    Tap.


    In the cave, a faint sound of footsteps was heard.