Cheat Awakening

Inside a dark, 100 square feet, suspicious room without any kind of openings and fully sealed, a small magic lamp rested precariously in a corner. In the centre of the room placed an armed metal chair. Upon it, a super healthy, oversized middle-aged man, whose arms and legs were tightly secured with iron handcuffs bolted to the chair.

A rag gagged his mouth, but the man didn't seem to have any problem with his current condition and was sleeping peacefully with a lustful expression gracing his face as if he were having a wonderful dream. Discover stories at empire

No one knew how much time passed, but slowly the fatty blinked his eyes open and started looking around dazedly. A sharp pain jolted his jaw, reminding him that there was something inside his mouth. Panic surged through him as he attempted to move his limbs, and take it out from his mouth, only to find them firmly restrained

Panic washed over him as he started trembling in fear. He looked left and right, trying to figure out where he was. Upon realizing he was inside a completely sealed room with literally no doors, and no windows, he almost peed his pants. His struggle became even more frantic, and suddenly, perhaps because of fear, he subconsciously triggered some kind of mechanism.

The red bracelet on his arm glowed brightly, and with a loud bang, the handcuffs on his wrists exploded.

Hope flickered in Fatty's eyes. With a surge of joy, he ripped the gag from his mouth. As the cloth unfurled, a sliver of familiarity caught his attention. Upon closer inspection, he recognized it wasn't just any random rag, but his own underwear – the very pair he'd been wearing today – however suddenly a realisation hit him like lightning because he seems had peed in it out of fear before.

Convincing himself it was a trick of the mind, and no one with the right mind would go through so much trouble of taking out his dirty underwear and putting it in his mouth, however, it didn't take long for fatty's face turned ugly as if he had eaten shit because the emptiness within his trousers confirmed the cruel fact that it was indeed his underwear.

"BLURG!"

The fatty face instantly turned purple, and he vomited out the contents of his stomach in a torrent that could fill a small bucket, which showed that his big stomach wasn't just for show. After dirtying the floor and filling the room with a most unpleasant odour, Fatty, out of habit, reached for the only cloth available he was holding to wipe his mouth.

Just as he put it on his lips, he realized what it was and, with a disgusted expression, quickly threw the underwear aside as if it were some kind of bomb.

Afterwards, he pointed his bracelet at the other handcuff and, with a small energy shot, easily broke it as well. Then he aimed at the chains on his legs, which didn't escape the fate of getting blasted apart by the energy blast of the bracelet.

Breaking free from the chains, he quickly rushed toward the magic lamp on the ground and started inspecting the entire room, trying to see if there was any way to get out of there.

But sadly, his luck was as poor as his pocket at that moment, and he found no way to escape.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on here?" The fatty roared, his voice booming within the confines of the room but having as much impact as a pebble tossed into the ocean. "Hey! Can anyone hear me? Get me out of here, or things won't end well for you!" The threat was hollow. His voice, though loud, was lost in the vast emptiness.

"F*ck! How did I even get here?" he muttered, scratching his head in frustration and anxiety. "I remember leaving the basement… then a voice came from behind… Did that ghostly face trap me here? But how the hell did he do it? There's no opening!"

Fatty winced at the sight of his vomit. He shook his head with newfound determination and raised his right hand, launching a powerful energy attack at the wall.

The energy attack was devastating. If a normal person were struck by it, he might not even leave ashes behind. However, the walls, made of some unknown material, were damaged, but that was it. Not even a fist-sized hole marred its surface, let alone one large enough for Fatty to squeeze through.

Despite this, the fatty didn't get discouraged, or rather, he didn't have the option to be discouraged. Otherwise, he would have to spend who knows how long in this small room without water and food, and could only die slowly. And that was just the beginning. Once nature's call hit him, he would truly know the true horror.

One energy blast after another slammed into the confined space of the wall. Though the resulting hole was only large enough for a small mouse to navigate freely, for Fatty, desperate for a glimpse of the outside world and a breath of fresh air, it was enough.

For a desperate person who could see Lady Death waving at him from afar but had no intention of going with her, even a small victory was enough fuel to keep him going.

However, whoever imprisoned Fatty seemed to have anticipated this. Even after a half-hour of tireless work, carving out a tunnel hundreds of meters long, Fatty saw no end. While the digging became considerably easier after a few meters, requiring minimal bursts of energy to remove a few inches-long holes. But that was it. Without a real result, what was the point of digging further?

Now, even if the fatty shot energy blasts into the hole, he couldn't see if they were hitting anything because the tunnel was too long for him to see the end.

Defeated, Fatty dragged his exhausted body back to the chair and slumped onto it like a lifeless fish. Though the bracelet channelled his attacks, reducing mana consumption to maximum, continuous bombardment for half an hour had already depleted his entire mana reserves. After all, not everyone had an inventory to support them and let them mess around with skills as if they were free to cast.

Overcome by physical and mental fatigue, Fatty closed his eyes, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He didn't know when sleep claimed him, but upon opening his eyes again after an indeterminate amount of time, he found himself back in his original predicament.

His arms and legs were bound, his favourite underwear stuffed in his mouth, the vomit on the floor had vanished, the magic lamp he'd tossed aside was now resting in its original place, and the long tunnel he created with great effort was no longer there as if it had never existed. Everything seemed like just a dream

The unexpected turn of events jolted Fatty awake. Were it not for the gnawing hunger now gnawing at his stomach – an experience absent from his previous awakening – he might have doubted whether his previous experience was just a nightmare.

This time, panic replaced the confusion of his prior awakening. He quickly freed himself, threw aside his dirty underwear which was almost clean from his saliva and rushed to the section of the wall where he'd painstakingly carved the hole. The sight that greeted him, however, sent a fresh wave of doubt crashing over him. The wall was completely undamaged, pristine as if untouched.

"Hello! Can anyone hear me? Please get me out of here! I'll do anything… you can have all my wealth, I don't care, just let me go!" Fatty screamed in desperation, his lungs burning from the exertion. But only a chilling silence answered him.

"There had to be a way out. After all, how else had his captors brought him in? Perhaps a hidden door?" The more Fatty pondered this, the more a crucial detail seemed to crystallize in his mind. Before, his brain wouldn't have functioned with such alacrity.

Today, however, the potent cocktail of fear and survival instinct has transformed it, and worked miraculously fast, turning him into a completely different person.

The fatty began methodically tapping and lightly hammering the walls, searching for any hidden mechanism that might unlock his freedom. This meticulous examination lasted nearly three hours. Just as thirst became a burning agony, he finally finished inspecting every inch of the room, not even neglecting the ceiling.

Although examining the ceiling was not an easy feat for a person of Fatty's size, fueled by the desperate hope of escape and the promise of a feast upon his liberation, he persevered.

Unfortunately, his efforts proved fruitless. There was no hidden trick, no secret path – or perhaps, if one existed, it lay outside the room, not within.

Exhausted, famished, and utterly defeated, Fatty slumped back onto the chair, his mind a wasteland of despair. He truly was at a loss. As he contemplated the grim possibilities of his demise and the unlikelihood of escape from this infernal prison, his eyelids began to grow heavy. He made no attempt to resist sleep.

First, he launched a few energy blasts at the wall before him, then at his underwear, burning it to ashes so that the next time he woke up, this shit wasn't gag in his mouth again. Finally, after spending another half-hour racking his brain with every imaginable negative thought, Fatty surrendered to sleep, his consciousness fading once more.