Free Web NovelChapter 319: Chapter 123: A Myriad of Talents Emerge from the Shudu Prison
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Everyone watched the newcomer through a screen of white fog, which had never come before; the two factions, which allowed the deputy leader and the leader himself to snatch power directly, now had such interactions.
"You, who dare to harbor dreams of killing within, must have committed many sins! Isn’t that so? How could you willingly enter this ghastly group of rotting corpses? This group, which demands loyalty and residence from its members, might as well die! Doesn’t this make things difficult for you, pretty boy, coming here to us!"
Big Wave murmured in response.
These two characters—roughly translated to—you can’t really understand what Well is saying this time.
"Tap tap!"
"Please, do forgive me! I haven’t offended your thoughts, my friend, my intentions are hopeful you could join us, I really wish you would, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful truly, truly."
He immediately covered his mouth as if deeply sorry, speaking with his chest instead of his mouth.
"Hey! Don’t you recognize good from bad! Erleipu translated with his mouth, saying, ’I am giving you a little token of my recruitment for you.’," muttered Two Mouths.
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"Why do you all look at me like that when you recruit me, White Fog? I’m a newcomer."
In reality, these people, who may or may not be evil, but definitely not kind, seem to have formed united front, to a certain degree, in this prison’s big escapade, but seem, inversely, to not go anywhere wrong. Nevertheless, this gang, which rigorously guards its own possessions, also represents the place they could never abandon—the prison that, but always, has had no exit. Would they choose evil reform over cruelty and evil? Evil reform?
This also means that they have strict rules for themselves, and once they turn into something vile, it is as if they have willingly descended into nightmarish roulette where they would not wish to willingly murder people, because everyone, naturally, is part of the Well’s good faction which didn’t need to talk much.
White Fog almost felt like he had found a treasure trove.
"What on earth is this gang in this prison? You old fossil," asked Spiritual Possession.
"Could this strange person actually make you feel uncomfortable because they can break through the physical defense? My friend, good household, that would not feel quite right."
[Language Breakthrough: A perfectly beautiful mutation code. Emotion Overlay: A rare mutation code. A Stick to Blunt: A seventh level mutation code of transformable body.]
Ever since it had changed to evil, having been immersed in its own sorrowful pain, the bitterness turned its good words into curses because it would just talk nonsense even though deep inside it clearly didn’t think this was what it wanted, let alone having clear intentions to say nice things. Before, because it always liked to swear, it was, after all, part of a lively family that came from a different caste, a foreign resident of the safer nations, that caused its surrounding people to become unhappy with it. [
From its own tainted mouth arose the apologies, not from the original two mouths that cursed people, but from the mouth that came from the heart, exposing the true thoughts from the deepest dirty place.
"I assure you that I am your friend, you haven’t been bewitched by a shepherd, all you need is faith in you. Although you may have committed numerous crimes, you deserve the faith of those in prison. You won’t face my gun, I’ve put a safety on it, I’m only saying what my friend says... I’m truly, truly sorry," spoke one of the two mouths, but White Fog responded indifferently, having not heard the other mouth’s words very well.
"You idiot, you’re still worthy of joining us despite the horrible crime you’ve committed, only because you have no other choice in your dream of killing the few remaining of your own kind," said another of the two mouths, speaking at this time beside him, which White Fog didn’t understand.
The weapons head muttered. "Tap tap, tap tap tap."
"Will you suddenly shoot me, just because of something you said?"
White Fog’s interest in this prison moment remarkably rose.
[This code is not three words but one, a sign of friendship. Unlimited ammo with no need to switch magazines: A perfectly beautiful mutation code. Self-locking head: A rare mutation code. Removal of sitting force: A rare mutation code; Immunity to feverish reaction: A universal mutation code, a ninth level change.]
...Though it had been not long since it had entered the prison, it no longer felt confused or trapped. The guards didn’t think about protecting the person who had died, and certainly, that person wouldn’t come back to life. Its world became a lonely void, yet it carried out its final revenge. Because of these obsessions, it wanted to protect every person by its side,
yet in the long sleeves of its prison uniform, two sturdy, peculiar blades from the South were hidden. You couldn’t help looking up at the giant revolver on its head, a weapon that covered its entire body. It had become a weaponized person, its emotions a massive whirlwind, witnessing the tragic deaths of friends, parents, and family during its younger years[
White Mist took advantage of a moment to glance at the other side of the white fog.
Big Wave Lassie was still thinking about that sentence from within the white fog, her mind registering a type of high mountain water sound unique to a felt sense of awareness,
White Mist thought to himself, still having a small accumulation of his own. He had been very cautious with Erleipu’s eyes,
["But if you really don’t have the money, you’re very clean and pretty. +001 good feeling degrees from the shiny head."
"You can have a good talk with me once the warden walks away and we get a free moment,"
continued White Mist in a tone of melancholy, having been interrupted by someone’s speech,
"Mystified indeed, ah, mystify!"
"Am I seeing this whole thing as mystifying? After suddenly realizing it, I too had felt mystified by money, but now I’m transposing myself into this landscape, this situation which many find bewildering, and everyone in the world is too agitated," White Mist exclaimed with a pleased smile, having suddenly spoken out upon hearing these words from White Mist, who was about to scold the shiny head.
"It’s just more money and more grudges, nothing else. With these kinds of criminal actions, people like us just follow ten pages down and commit the crime. You know how to spend this kind of money, but it’s always been me who doesn’t know what to do with so much money. I have a lot, a lot of money outside of the warden’s reach,"
continued White Mist directly, unflustered and indifferent, while Big Wave Lassie, looking somewhat displeased, looked on and Shiny Head had nothing more to say.
Big Wave Lassie must have thought quite a bit about the terms of "Realm of the Lion" since it was also very transformative, considering that even Shiny Head, who was already so strong, would still be enveloped in desire. White Mist was very eager, but whether buying from Shiny Head or not didn’t matter to him.
Naturally, if it really were about supporting himself on that big payday, he would need to let Well know the exact price.
After all, isn’t the general idea to rise to the mining district and pay well? As for this bald child with an engraved forehead, how could he say...
Even though it was only a Level Seven, Chuanbai Zoo had already furnished itself with no shortage of defensive gear. He could have easily overlooked the Level Eight and Nine evil outsiders, but after thinking more carefully, he realized that he had inadvertently ignored the presence of even the most bizarre of creatures. White Mist felt a sudden shock of internal fright. It had been quite a long time since he had encountered a Level Eight evil.
The difficulty of preparing enough ammo against Erleipu’s curious eyes was proving quite a challenge. Indeed, if the bald child truly caused trouble, it would certainly give White Mist a scare,
["This Perfectly Grotesque Contract Clause: Level Eight Mutation Aberration — although it appears to be a type of super vengeful gas-like entity and it’s classified as a Perfect Level, something special must be there for me to especially highlight this clause to you. Why? Because according to the spirit of the contract, I will pay you the gold premium, which elevates the prestige of the Spiritual Possession head without limit, and in exchange, you give me your possessions, and I can turn your things into treasure beads of any circulating currency within and beyond the towers! This machine, a Spiritual Possession purchase machine, has never found a patron because it was descended upon the world when people were searching for possessions and not willing to come look for it, during the times of great rejection, and has always been considered a useless good-for-nothing. I’m the only one who can tell you about it since I’ve hidden one of them within my confines. What use could money possibly have in the end times you speak of?"
It, which had transformed into an evil outside being, still believed in the sanctity of a covenant with people; it was solely because of its abiding faith in being an honest and trustworthy individual it once had been that it remained true before it transformed. It was very fond of murderous play. Inside money was a pale yellow golden house; inside money was a face as beautiful as jade. Money is a measure of strength when the time calls for it, money is gold, but in the end, it was still selective faith, although it briefly experienced a sense of bewilderment towards gold! This could only be because there was someone, and it thought of ways to draw them closer, indeed a reliable part of the shiny-headed middle-aged’s life[
And so, White Mist took a casual glance at the man with the money-engraved forehead,
though he didn’t explain anything to White Mist. However, just one sentence could subdue the entire energy field and cause Big Wave Lassie’s whole person to sag,
no one really knew what she truly worried about; she hadn’t left this prison ever since. The most evil part of her transformation lies in Big Wave Lassie, always seen by others, when she hadn’t even mentioned it below her line of belonging when finding the child,
"Big sis, rest assured that you will find the person you’re looking for, and that my spells cannot be ignored."
She, still searching for her own husband, appeared to be quite fearsome and capable of forceful conduct, killing in self-defense; she relied on her ability to communicate with people,
It was the first time she’d encountered a traveler during an electric conversation, which caused White Mist to think of the mining district zones. She was intent on finding her lost child, a mother searching for her missing offspring[
You will have an opportunity to enjoy, possessing great strength, "Realm of the Lion," a Perfectly Grotesque Contract Clause, Level Nine Mutation Aberration.
Though she had not been released from prison, probably because there had been no cause for her to think about it, you could guess the reason she would come—that she should have been released long ago.
She was trapped in an unbreakable cycle of memories, stuck in a place where she was imprisoned, just like today. Searching for a child, a piece of her own evil offspring, to complete a quest for a child she had lost. Despite the burn, the sting, I like this spicy mother, although she is slightly older, I still love this "Spicy Mother".
He watched the big waves with his eyes already full of data.
The golden-haired man shrugged off the big wave with a hooked finger, taking a step back into the white mist.
It doesn’t matter if you’re simply waiting to die or only trying to escape the prison, whether you’re inherently good or irredeemably evil, all efforts are ultimately futile, Jing.
(The completion of Project 72/001 was inevitably rendered useless for the White Silver Alliance.)
Ah, it’s definitely me, the "Jail King"...
He nodded slightly, with an unusual sharpness in his eyes, conveying more than ever his opposition to the regime.
This is actually somewhat of a good thing... The reason for this complexity isn’t truly about intricate origins, but rather, it’s simply against the rules of creation, at least to some extent.
...This revelation sank in, White Mist.
The Big Wave Spicy Mother began to curse, "Your mother’s farting dog!"
"You’re all fucking friends! Who knows if they’re really the good guys or the bad guys. You can’t simply throw away your humanity and become friends with them! Yes, he said we shouldn’t have any desire to associate with these cowards. We don’t want to survive this way," he said.
Using his chest as a mouth, he covered his actual mouth and said,
"You’re such an idiot... Uh!"
The Spiritual Possession weapon spoke with extraordinary clarity, "Dadadadada!"
Big Wave Spicy Mother had initially flatly refused the white mist’s request, saying with an unexpressive face, "I’ll accept anything you can offer me."
"How can I willingly follow along with this gang of cowards? Can I really maintain my purity in an environment like this? Are these guys going to just let me out into the world without becoming a bunch of saints? You think you’re having fun, huh, you handsome little brother, huh?"
"But since you’re all so eager to live on, I can feel your passion. What is it exactly that makes you all want to stand defiant?"
This just strengthened the grip of the prison even more, for with this information, they were just pretending to be compelling.
Erleipu had given White Mist very powerful information this time, having already grasped a few critical pieces of the plan from the provided notes.
White Mist first wanted to convince these people, who undoubtedly possessed some sort of great strength, by demonstrating his own advantageous position, all the while suppressing his excitement.
This was a grand plan that once perfected, could bring Chuanbai an immense increase in combat power, an inescapable difficulty.
Shudu would slowly bring his family from all directions, once again leading the Nie Heavy Mountains.
Once the "Escape Artist" returned to this prison for a second time without being fragmented at the end of days and the rules abolished, releasing the prisoners, Chuanbai would collaborate with the current passing travelers, associating with Nie Heavy Mountains, to leave the prison and escape from here.
White Mist even devised a battle strategy in a moment, a plan within his brilliant mind.
Are these people really going to take me to Chuanbai City? This is a pretty big deal, hearing good words and knowing that each person in this prison is a talent.
Comparatively, every type of land game is just a ghostly gambit, a bewildering disorder he felt, but White Mist unintentionally realized he was gaining an advantage with these seemingly nonchalant actions.
Headlight also spoke up,
"I’m confident that a person of such high moral standing would not make a poor choice. I believe in you, White Mist, entrusting my riches to you."
Then again, everyone started bickering, paying no mind to the mouth on the face, just couldn’t keep their mouths shut.
"...How could I say such things! I truly deserve to die... Ahhhh!"
"Don’t just stand there gaping like an idiot, rush up and reject these two stupid basket cases—they swear they’ll never be your children! Don’t give them face, don’t even bother with a face, just push their heads down into the buckets and scrub away!"
What emerged from the barrel of the gun was just white smoke, indicating that there really wasn’t any true emotion, obviously.
And then a stern look reconcentrated on the face, followed by the sound of the weapon, "Dadadadada!"
Do these people even have a clue about some of the prison’s circumstances or are they just assuming they can never escape?
The people here do value trust and agreements greatly; not every murderer is just a coward with a blade. These people had some hope left, no matter how twisted and desperate their lives had become... But this crowd never thought about bringing their own stuff to look after. They’re always in a rush to reject outright the two basket cases in front of them.
They liked those who had the will and determination to live. At heart, there was always a bit of joy, but the white smoke felt a heavy burden.
"At least I don’t want to die in here... I’ve endured several hundred years! We don’t want to die... We also want to live, but it’s the opposite; in reality, we’re stuck in an endless situation of wanting to live... Everywhere is the same, whether it’s here or in any other area we can’t leave, we’re all evil creatures, that’s the reality," he said.
"Can’t you understand me? You all think I just have to hold out in here for another ten days to become a new prison warden? As if the moment I do, there’ll be a new policy, a more lenient one? But really, because I’ve committed so many crimes, do you think the wardens will change their minds when the time comes?"
All they really wanted was a glimmer of hope, a chance to escape this extremely harsh and twisted reality. Perhaps many of them are enduring the torment of the prison because they truly want to survive, but these thoughts... it’s just not something the white smoke could tolerate.
Could it really be so absurd that both the good and evil factions of Chuanbai... just watched all this unfold?
This lie was designed to persuade, to act out something further, to force others in the prison. The ones who were possessed by evil thoughts in prison were those who committed actions.
They couldn’t just go out and kill a criminal person... They must also obey the prison’s rules, which includes seeking treatment from the second layer’s medical personnel and enduring the soul torment from the third layer. Although they’re all evil people, guards and prison wardens alike must understand this harsh rule.
Such a harsh rule indeed.
But then, shouldn’t those in the prison who harm others naturally be the convicted criminals? How could convicts in prison commit such crimes?
If it believes in this rule as a representative of their own grave sins, then if ten days pass and there’s no "release of sin" even in pretense, they essentially add to their own sins.
They feared that if, by chance, they were imprisoned for ten days, they would have been released from "sin" way earlier. If, fundamentally, one was not capable of being imprisoned here, then they must first commit a monstrous evil deed.
Could this piece of information be from a former prison warden or a shepherd who was left behind? Jing could guess quite quickly. To him, this information contained its own inherent logical contradictions. White Smoke chuckled.
He was ready to fire at a moment’s notice.
"[Don’t ask me anything. You don’t need to ask me why; I know everything.]"
This way of speaking left White Smoke at a loss.
"... The new prison warden could just be someone coming in. Or perhaps, by holding out here for ten days, you can become the new prison warden, according to the claims, and you only need to commit a crime exceeding that of the current prison warden," he said.
The vast waves were reluctant to face the pressing front wind, so Jin Bolang supplemented, "You should listen to this. What kind of information?"
White Smoke asked, "Information? About a former prisoner? Previous information?"
"There was this one piece of information from a former, former, former, former, former fellow inmate in the prison saying that," he replied.
Two big Zhang mouths wanted to say something extraordinary, but they were instead being pressed shut, hardly able to mask the polite-facade chest’s mouth, saying, "Dadadadada! Dadadada!"
"Why do you all seem so eager to recruit me? The more I think about it, why would I commit any crime? But what’s the opportunity here? It seems you all really want me, because I committed the unforgivable crime of depleting the bamboo of difficult writings," he said with a chuckle.
White Smoke chuckled and said,
