“You can’t escape, you know.”

In the treatment room, Shifrin was busy, sweating profusely with her hands stained with liquid. Asho hummed comfortably, calmly appreciating the healer’s work.

“Don’t be so decisive. Maybe there will be a miracle?”

“Miracles are created by oneself, not expected from reality’s mercy.” Shifrin calmly said, “In the Blood Moon Kingdom, any transportation, consumption, and even wandering requires verification with a Miracle Chip. You were able to completely remove the Miracle Chip from your body in prison, which is indeed impressive. But it also means that you have lost your qualification to live in modern society. You won’t be able to enjoy any public facilities and can only sleep under a bridge.”

“I can live in the wilderness.”

“What about salt? Shelter? Can you find prey? Moreover, although there are indeed wanderers living in the wilderness, it’s only because the Hunting Hall is too lazy to deal with them. But after causing such a big commotion this time, the Hunting Hall will definitely find ways to hunt you down.”

“But it’s still better than waiting here to die.”

“Blood Moon Judgment only means a possibility of death, but choosing to escape is a definite death.” Shifrin looked at him and tightened her grip, “Now even the Human Rights Association has no reason to defend you. The Hunting Hall will issue a ‘Special Arrest Warrant’ that allows Bloodthirsty Hunters to kill you on the spot.”

Asho hummed, “At least I can choose how to die.”

“I didn’t expect you to be such a resolute person.”

Shifrin shook her head and wiped her hands with a tissue. “Alright, the bleeding has stopped. By the way, what were you humming over there?”

On the bed in front of Shifrin was an ogre with a severe abdominal injury. Its wound was almost rotten, and Shifrin had forcefully removed the rotten flesh and wrapped it with bandages. Its breathing gradually stabilized, lying on the bed unconscious.

“Thank you. None of us there can treat living beings.” Asho raised the earpick in his hand. “I was just enjoying myself while cleaning my ears and couldn’t help but make a sound. Sorry about that.”

“Cleaning your ears can be so enjoyable?”

“Maybe it’s because I can sit while doing it. You know, there’s not even a chair in the toilet. Besides a man’s lap, there’s nowhere else to sit.” Asho came over to check on Fenanche’s condition. “Is he alright?”

“Ogres have strong regenerative abilities. He will wake up in a few hours.” Shifrin asked, “How did he get injured?”

Speaking of this, Asho looked helpless.

“If I told you it was because he glanced at someone, would you believe it?”

Half an hour ago, Asho took Fenanche to the hall to register in the “Criminal Directory” and then prepared to lock the mayor in the dormitory.

However, during the registration, Fenanche glanced at Harvey, who was in charge of controlling the “Criminal Directory”. Harvey suddenly exploded, his nails turned into sharp gray claws, and he stabbed the ogre’s abdomen like a spear.

Although Asho managed to stop the angry necromancer, he didn’t think the ogre mayor would thank him when he woke up.

In the Shattered Lake Prison, ignorant death might be the most comfortable way to die.

The escape team had long known about the grudge between Harvey and Fenanche, and they didn’t mind letting Harvey take revenge. But the premise was that they would leave first. Theoretically, only the “Processor” in the Shattered Lake Prison could receive Fenanche’s vital signs. But what if?

For the same reason, when Asho used his “Purify My Miracle” to cleanse the chips of the escape team, and Harvey used the Necromancer’s Book to control the “Processor” and add restrictions to all the prison guards, they didn’t kill anyone – they didn’t even harm them. They only restricted everyone’s movement.

It wasn’t because they were morally noble, but because they couldn’t afford the consequences. If the life characteristics of the guards were sent to the “Processor” in Camon City after their deaths, it would alarm the Hunting Hall. In that case, whether they could escape or even leave the Shattered Lake would become a problem.

But none of them had a healing artisan, although Harvey could stitch wounds – for a necromancer, stitching corpses was considered a professional skill.

But Asho didn’t dare to let Harvey help stop Fenanche’s bleeding, so he came to ask the healer for help.

Of course, during this process, Asho didn’t remove the healer’s Artificing restrictions. He only asked her to use gauze bandages to stop the bleeding. Although healers mostly used their Artisans directly, they still knew the basics of treatment.

“It seems like your companions aren’t very reliable.”

“Of course, I’m the only normal person in the team.”

“Listening to you, it makes me worry about your escape journey.”

“Who said I didn’t? The whole team relies on me to lead them, but it’s still better than staying here and waiting to die—”

“Do you really think that way?”

Asho looked at the Crow Mask in surprise, and Shifrin didn’t avoid his gaze, looking straight at him.

“Do you really think that you have no way out in the Shattered Lake Prison? Even if you consider escaping from the entire Blood Moon Kingdom, isn’t it simpler and safer to find loopholes and survive in the Shattered Lake Prison?”

“If you’re just trying to survive, you wouldn’t choose the most dangerous path of ‘escaping’. You are satisfying some desire, even willing to bet your life as a stake.”

Asho was slightly stunned.

Carefully recalling his actions in the past half month, he realized that he had never thought about accepting the punishment of the law… No, it was about carrying the blame for Heath and spending the rest of his life in prison.

From the beginning, he had been thinking about how to escape. “The Sorcerer’s Manual of Orola,” Sword Girl, Igura… these were all opportunities for his escape. But the idea of escaping seemed deeply rooted in his mind, without a trace of hesitation.

Didn’t he know that the success rate of escape was extremely low and that he would risk death?

Didn’t he know that even if he successfully escaped, he would face endless pursuit?

He could almost foresee his own fate: never having enough to eat, not being able to keep warm, unable to sleep well, everyone he met was an enemy, and there was no longer a place for him in the Blood Moon Kingdom.

A person cannot resist the collective, a person can only integrate into the collective.

In fact, if he just wanted to scrape by, there should be other ways. For example, he could use his knowledge reserves, become a scribe or something, greatly increase his contributions, and demonstrate his value. Or he could carefully prepare a stand-up comedy or sitcom speech, turning the Blood Moon Judgment into his own performance show.

There were many, many more, each method safer than his jailbreak, and even with a higher success rate.

But why… from the very beginning, he never had thoughts of ‘surrender’ or ‘compromise’?

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