It wasn’t that Bai Ya was stubbornly denying defeat when death was near—she truly had confidence in overcoming the predicament before her.
When conquering battlefields and expanding territory in the gaming world, she spent a great deal of time memorizing various game backstories to achieve the best immersive experience.
In her mind, she had constructed a history blending fictional and real elements drawn from numerous game settings.
As long as she flexibly applied this knowledge, Bai Ya could score ninety-nine points in history as a subject—leaving one point unclaimed only out of fear of becoming too proud.
She remembered details such as years, events, and characters clearly. She could hold an extraordinary debate with a seasoned game researcher.
Yet in real life, the moment a history teacher started a lesson, she would be drowsy within half a minute.
It was a strange constitution—Bai Ya only cared about games.
Relatives she was lodged with scolded her for neglecting her duties, but there was nothing to be done.
However, because of this, she was no ordinary player.
Her goal in gaming was not mere entertainment but perfection.
She strove for first place on every game’s leaderboard, her excitement and fanaticism even chilling to others.
A failure in real life—one might even call her a social waste—she had built a glorious legend in the virtual world and was known as the best player.
She was a born gaming genius and fanatic.
Although the social waste label remained her core reality.
Bai Yu was generous, or thick-skinned, or simply missing a screw somewhere—she had no awareness of this tragic fact at all.
“This is my complete victory! Hmph hmph hmph hmph!”
According to Bai Ya, the histories she had memorized over and over were filled with battles where the weak triumphed over the strong.
The Battle of Julu: Xiang Yu had 20,000 troops, the Qin army had 400,000—and yet, he annihilated the Qin forces.
The Battle of Guandu: Cao Cao had 20,000, Yuan Shao more than 100,000—and in the end, Yuan Shao was left with just over 800 cavalry.
The Battle of Hulao: Li Shimin had 3,500, Dou Jiande over 100,000—and Dou Jiande was wiped out.
At this moment, in the opening battle of [SLAVE] Chapter One, Bai Ya alone versus the three slave capture team members—no matter how she thought about it, she did not believe she would lose.
Her side was outnumbered three to one, but she was destined to win!
This was the belief that allowed Bai Ya to remain so confidently arrogant.
Such logic was hard for ordinary people to accept.
She even planned to dig through the prison with a spoon, so there really was no cause for surprise now.
After a long time, the anticipated panic and fluster still didn’t appear on the white-haired girl’s face.
The three slave capture team members were frustrated—they had encountered a slave who was not quite right upstairs.
“Come on then! We’ve been waiting for you!”
Bai Ya’s excited gaze only strengthened their resolve.
It was hard for them not to think this way.
Let’s first take a look at the slave capture team three-man group:
Hans Blake, 26 years old, Imperial male soldier.
If combat power were expressed numerically, his was 13 (ordinary adult males are 5).
He carried a finely crafted iron sword, wore beast skin armor, status: excited.
Pierre Jules, 29 years old, Imperial male soldier.
He wielded a finely crafted longsword, equipped with a rattan shield and chainmail armor, status: excited.
Joseph Hugh, 47 years old, combat power 11, Imperial male soldier.
He held a finely crafted dao sword and wore iron armor, status: excited.
Now let’s look at the slave girl who had no reason to be proud (disaster looming).
Bai Yu Eiffel Clorum, a fourteen-year-old white-haired girl, former Imperial princess, combat power 2, no weapons, armor is shabby yellowed cloth easily torn, defense almost zero, status: indigestion, weak, value: a body to be scrubbed and offered as a plaything for high society nobles.
If Bai Ya kept up her arrogance like this, considering the state of the slave capture team, there was a high chance she’d be silenced—beep!
The desperate gap between enemy and self had already sealed the outcome.
No one believed Bai Ya could successfully escape the slave capture team’s pursuit except Bai Ya herself.
A grim ending awaited Bai Ya.
Regarding escape, unless a slave was specially valued, soldiers who caught slaves had priority in disposal—a method to crush rebellious spirits.
To make Bai Ya obedient, the three-person capture team would thoroughly “train” her on behalf of the nobles.
She would first lose her chastity, then be cruelly abused, and when her mental and physical limits were reached, her limbs would be severed along the joints by the executioner’s blade.
Then she would be brought before the nobles on the ship, sent to the execution ground for hanging, and her corpse displayed for three days as a warning to others.
Captives had no dignity, especially slaves.
This was the fate every escaped slave from prison would face—they had to provide the nobles with entertainment through their pain, despair, and death.
Bai Ya’s fate was somewhat mitigated.
Because she was a specially valued slave.
She truly had hit the jackpot, earning the dubious honor of being the first foolhardy slave to escape in nearly half a month.
The transport ship was about to arrive at Amidale.
The slaves were completely hopeless about their situation.
Three months at sea had bored the nobles; they had tired of their usual games.
The slaves had become resigned.
It was no fun.
A slave escape would liven things up, though it was basically impossible.
Those brutal men who boarded the ship fiercely enough to kill now cowered like pitiful girls with tear-filled eyes after brutal violation.
Which slave would have the guts now…?
Bai Yu Eiffel Clorum.
Good.
Bai Ya had successfully attracted the nobles’ attention.
“Catch her! Don’t let her escape!”
Considering Bai Ya might be the last escaped slave, plus her identity as a former Imperial princess, even the Prince of Amidale took interest in her.
Careless killing would be a costly mistake.
The nobles excitedly ordered their subordinates to capture her alive, strictly forbidding harm.
Bai Ya was opening the final festivities of the nobles, indeed the last.
Because she was the star of this event, the slave capture team’s mission now was to bring her back in one piece.
This was a great achievement.
The nobles they served would surely reward them with many gold coins.
After a brief standoff, they exchanged words and acted without hesitation, moving like hungry wolves rapidly pouncing on their prey.
Bai Ya’s calmness was ignored; in their eyes, she was simply an idiot.
They didn’t even bother to consider that her behavior might be bluffing.
Wrong! Wrong! They’d been tricked!
Knowing full well that archer Brand’s shout would summon reinforcements, why hadn’t Bai Ya taken the chance to gag him when subduing him?
Knowing the huge gap in strength, why hadn’t Bai Ya fled before the arrival of the slave capture team?
Knowing the enemies were so close and excited like tigers pouncing on prey, about to capture and subject her to cruel training, why was Bai Ya still so calm?
Her thoughts were so different from normal people’s that she was often called a madwoman, idiot, or fool, sadly, that was not enough to explain it.
The answer was revealed.
How to win when facing an enemy many times stronger?
Bai Ya’s answer:
Find an even stronger ally than the enemy!
“Your numbers are three times mine—what, is that all the challenge you’ve got?!”
Bai Ya shouted excitedly, seeing no fear on the faces of the approaching enemies.
At the same time, a sense of crisis was born in the three men’s hearts.
What’s going on? This feeling—this slave might be a threat?!
Hiss!
Rustling sounds, leaves falling, a white flash.
Suddenly, a huge blood-red maw appeared to Hans’s eyes, growing ever larger!
The three men stopped dead in terror.
“A giant python!!”
Hans’s body hairs stood on end, his crotch dampened.
He wanted to flee, but it was too late.
He only managed to raise his finely crafted iron sword in front of him as a shield.
But the rushing strike had long been charged up.
He watched helplessly as the white giant python shattered his weapon like a cannonball, then crashed into him with unstoppable momentum, knocking him flying.
Hans arced through the air.
“If you’re lucky, maybe you just lie in bed for a month… looks like my luck’s terrible.”
Bai Ya watched from afar as Hans spat blood and convulsed, thoughtfully remarking.
After knocking Hans away, the python hissed threateningly, its sickly green vertical pupils fixed on the frozen Pierre and Joseph.
Bai Ya stood motionless behind the python, completely unsurprised by the beast’s appearance.
Could it be she had known of this white python’s existence all along?!
The two men glanced at Hans’s miserable state, knowing they were no match for the python.
Being struck by such a creature would leave them severely injured at least; this was probably a bronze-tier creature.
They seemed to understand something, exchanged looks, and slowly backed away step by step.
The python didn’t move, still hissing threateningly.
Sure enough! This slave had discovered the python.
It had probably been hiding in the tree behind her just now.
She hadn’t fled in order to lure her pursuers into attacking, causing the python to judge them as threats and use its power to eliminate them.
This slave’s cunning was terrifying!
During Brand’s unconsciousness from pain, Bai Ya had discovered a giant python coiled in a tree, marking her as prey.
Seeing the python’s intense hunger, she took out some roasted meat from Brand’s bag, feeding it all she had until the python was full.
The satiated python lost interest in Bai Ya and noticed she made no threatening moves.
It ignored her and resumed dozing in the tree.
Then the arrival of the three-man capture team startled it awake.
When the three rushed toward Bai Ya, excitement and fervor raised their blood heat.
This sudden surge heightened the python’s alertness to maximum.
These three “prey” were approaching its territory.
It understood one thing:
Strike!
So Hans Blake was the first to suffer tragedy.
The other two retreated step by step, step by step backward.
Grabbed Hans, retreating step by step.
Retreating step by step—run!
“Go find reinforcements! This slave’s weird! We can’t handle her!”
Watching the three flee in terror of the python, Bai Ya raised her index and middle fingers to form a V sign at her chest, her face glowing with excited, proud smiles.
This was indeed her perfect victory.
“Thanks, Snake Brother, thanks to you, victory is mine!”
“Hiss.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Hiss.”
“Well then, until we meet again!”
The python climbed back into the tree, flicking its tongue threateningly at Bai Ya’s farewell wave.
It couldn’t be bothered with this human.
After this battle, Bai Ya’s combat power rose by 1, now at 3.
Although her desperate fleeing had trained her body and raised her combat power, Bai Ya was still a useless fighter with less than 5 combat power.
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