Sizzle!

“Warning: You are outputting excessive kinetic energy to citizens! This is a prohibited item!”

Without any active call from Asho, his vision suddenly jumped out of the screen, and the red warning information brushed over his pupils like a waterfall. The sharp and screaming alarm sound echoed in his ears, instantly stunning him.

What’s going on?

Is it a virus invasion?

But I haven’t even visited any mysterious websites yet!

His body instantly stiffened and couldn’t move at all, until three seconds later when he regained control.

“It seems that you are satisfied with your life in Lake Shard Prison, Asho, so I won’t bother you.”

Igura moved the fist that was almost touching his nose away and smiled, “By the way, your weak and soft fist, Asho, is quite cute.”

Other prisoners in the hall glanced at them, including the guards who seemed to have temporarily shifted their attention from the screen to them, but everyone quickly withdrew their gaze, as if it was just a small matter not worth mentioning.

Looking at Igura’s back disappearing into the passage, Asho looked down at his fist, full of doubts.

“What’s so surprising about this? It’s just your miracle chip in the back of your neck detecting that you are attempting to attack someone, and sending a temporary nerve current to control your body, making your attack ineffective.” Sword Girl said, “This technology is not only widely used in prisons, but also in animal husbandry. But it seems more practical when used on humans.”

“Then why did you let me hit him?”

“Although fighting and restricting artificing are prohibited here, there are still many small actions you can take.”

Sword Girl leisurely said, “For example, signing a contract with an artisan spirit – if I’m not mistaken, that man just now had some Veela bloodline, which is the race that is most likely to be proficient in the mind field… If you respond to his request and shake hands to sign a contract, it means you have become ‘friends who help each other’.”

“However, this is just a relationship where you must help him. Whether he helps you or not depends on his mood. Well, in the eyes of a mind artificer, there is actually not much difference between friends and slaves.”

Asho understood that if he had really shaken hands with Igura just now, he would have become Igura’s employee, and even a probationary employee.

The other world is so despicable that it doesn’t even require a labor contract to be signed.

Asho looked at the other prisoners around him, “Can’t others see you?”

“You can continue to talk to me like this, as long as you don’t mind others looking at you with the eyes and attitude of a mentally ill person and avoiding you.” Sword Girl said, “Although I would rather listen to your dog mouth spitting ivory than listen to the garbage in your heart, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

Asho understood and looked at Sword Girl seriously, “So, are you really the Dead Crazy Sword Girl?”

“Yes, I am Dead Crazy Sword Girl.” Sword Girl leaned against the wall boredly and said, “It’s you, the observer. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have thought you would have fallen to this place… Do you mind if I mock you?”

“Very much, but why aren’t you wearing the clothes in the character drawing?”

“Isn’t it the same for you to wear the ultimate luxury version of the Lake Shard Prison classic prisoner suit?” Sword Girl rolled her eyes, “You don’t even look like the character drawing yourself, and you have the nerve to say that to me? I’m a woman, do you expect me to wear the same unwashed clothes every day?”

Because Sword Girl made too much sense, Asho was convinced.However, he clearly didn’t care about these details, eagerly looking at Sword Girl: “Sword Girl A Dream, since you’re here, help me escape from this prison!”

“I refuse.”

“Ah?”

“Why should I help you escape from here?” Sword Girl lazily said, “Some people live and eat here, isn’t it suitable for someone like you? Why do you always want to escape? Maybe it’s worse outside than here. Just retire early and live the life you’ve always dreamed of, isn’t that good?”

“But I have a big problem to deal with. In a few days, I have to participate in the Blood Moon Trial. This thing definitely isn’t an invitation to a buffet, right?”

“Oh, the Blood Moon Trial…” Sword Girl nodded thoughtfully, “Hehe, then I definitely don’t want to help you escape even more.”

Asho’s mentality was about to collapse. He thought he could finally hold onto her thigh, but the stockings on her thighs were so slippery that he couldn’t hold on. “You can’t do this. I am your-“

“My what?” Sword Girl’s eyes suddenly became sharp, and she poked Asho’s forehead with her finger. “What do you want to say? Do you want to say that you are mine? Huh? Huh? Huh?”

Every time she poked him, Asho took a step back until he sat down on a bench, unable to avoid Sword Girl’s finger poking his forehead. She leaned over, their noses touching, and Asho saw his reflection in her wine-red pupils.

“Are you trying to say that you are my… master?” She sneered, “Huh, do you want me to say it a few more times so that you can have more yellow material to fantasize about?”

Asho became calm instead. “What’s wrong with that? You’re just a virtual character in the game, and I’m the player. If I die, you won’t exist either. Since this bond exists, why can’t you help me?”

Hearing the word ‘bond’, Sword Girl became like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and her pupils were filled with bloodshot veins. Her expression became gloomy and terrifying.

Asho was taken aback, but he didn’t back down. Instead, he sat up straight, forcing Sword Girl to back off. “Dead Crazy Sword Girl, I’m not your master, but I’m also not your servant. If you can’t even treat me as an equal, then you might as well go back to being a data stream in the game.”

Sword Girl’s chest heaved like mountains, showing that her emotions were not calm. Just when Asho thought she was going to punch him with her fists, she suddenly smiled: “Virtual character? What you said is actually right. I am indeed just a virtual thought… However, you, the observer, better remember the words you said today.”

“You are not my master.” Sword Girl said each word slowly, “Never will be.”

Asho: “I promise.”

“If you swear, liars will lose face and never change for ten thousand years.”

Although Asho didn’t know why Sword Girl was so persistent, he also didn’t have any worldly desires. He calmly said, “I swear. Liars will lose face and never change for ten thousand years.”

Sword Girl seemed to completely relax and turned to leave. “Let’s go, we’ll talk while walking.”

“Where are we going?” Asho asked eagerly.

“To the cafeteria, didn’t you want to eat breakfast?”

“What about escaping from prison…””To be honest, I don’t want to help you; I can’t help you,” Sword Girl said. “As you can see, no one else can see or touch me except you. I don’t have the ability to influence the material world. How can I help you escape from prison?”

Asho was greatly disappointed: “Then why are you here? To show off your new skin?”

“Didn’t you say it yourself? It’s the bond,” Sword Girl said. “I’m here to share that 30% experience with you.”

“Great!” Asho was overjoyed. “Come on, I’m ready!”

“What the hell are you preparing for?” Sword Girl sneered. “Do you think there’s really a miracle where you just ‘bling’ and then you master all my swordsmanship experience? If you want to dream, go back to bed!”

“How are you going to give it to me?”

“It’s simple. You go and fight someone, and I’ll transmit the experience to you during the fight, allowing you to naturally gain a lot of experience in battle.”

“No problem!”

As they spoke, they had already arrived at the dining hall.

Similar to ordinary canteens, there were fixed seats. As soon as Asho entered, he saw an excellent target for a fight: a bald, tattooed, muscular man with a scar on his face, who looked like a serial killer who had killed hundreds of people.

He strode over, pretending to accidentally bump into the bald man’s cup. A full cup of milk tilted and poured down, drenching the bald man’s shoes in white liquid!

“Ah,” Asho deliberately said nonchalantly, “Sorry about that.”

The bald man glared at him, slapped the table hard, and the whole table shook. It seemed like he was about to stand up and fight Asho!

Asho swallowed and was just about to prepare for his first battle as a newbie when he saw the bald man take a tissue from his pocket, squat down, and wipe his shoes clean.

“You better be careful when you walk, and today’s milk is pretty good. I highly recommend it,” the bald man said to the stunned Asho.