“If I am hurt enough, I will use my hands to cut open the curse from yesterday. In the night, waiting for the day, only scars remain…”
As the wake-up song sounded, the prison entered the free activity time, and all the dormitory doors changed from red to green.
Asho came to the central hall and happened to see the screen broadcasting the weather: “…The meteorologist announced that the weather on April 21st will be cloudy turning to clear. Today, the goblin fertility rate has greatly increased…”
In the cafeteria, the death row inmates came and went as usual. When Asho came in, many people took the initiative to greet him, showing a respectful attitude. After winning two consecutive death battles and surviving the Blood Moon Trial, the “demon” Asho has been regarded by the prisoners as another strong person who can sit through the bottom of the prison.
As soon as Asho sat down, Igura sat across from him. They looked at each other without speaking, quietly finished breakfast, and then went to the top floor observation deck. Lanar and Ronald were waiting for them.
Except for those who had ulterior motives to observe the sea area, no one would come to the rooftop to sunbathe early in the morning. There were only the four of them on the rooftop, so Igura directly asked, “Is the miracle ready?”
Asho clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and recalled the feeling of resonance with the sorcery spirit. He gently exhaled and said, “All I can say is that I will do my best.”
After days of getting along and practicing in the virtual realm, Asho has become proficient in the “Slash Me” miracle. He even managed to obtain the miracle without spending any sorcery power in the virtual realm. However, he couldn’t guarantee that he could cast the miracle 100% of the time. After all, the difference between reality and the virtual realm could be as big as that between the cafeteria and the toilet.
Igura nodded without comment and looked at Lanar and Ronald. “You have been locked up here for so long. Can you still remember the fighting style of the sorcerers? If there are any problems later, it will be up to you to solve them.”
“I have only been in prison for less than a month, so no problem.”
After not seeing each other for two days, Ronald became even more haggard. It wasn’t that he had lost weight, but his whole spirit seemed visibly diminished. In Asho’s words, “He looks like a programmer who works 15 hours a day, eats, sleeps, and lives in the company for a whole month.”
But his deep voice was filled with indescribable vitality. There seemed to be light in his pupils, and a fire burning in his heart. In his decaying body, there seemed to be a life about to be reborn through baptism by fire.
So Asho became even more worried.
Generally speaking, ordinary people would call this situation a “last hurrah.”
But as long as he could hold on today… Asho’s thoughts were filled with the coldness of a capitalist who would abandon temporary workers after using them up.
“I have been here for several years, so it’s hard to say whether I can restore my past combat power.” Lanar said, “But as a claw-fist sorcerer, I haven’t neglected my combat skills in normal times. Even if I can’t use miracles, just being able to activate the sorcery spirit is enough to bring me to 70% of my past combat power.”
Among the body-type sorcerers, especially those like claw-fist sorcerers who rely on their physical bodies, more or less have sorcery spirits that can enhance their physical qualities.
After all, in reality, battles don’t follow rules. Others won’t spare you just because you only use your fists and not weapons. On the contrary, the opponent will only use weapons that are more targeted against you to beat you. Therefore, unarmed warriors must have sorcery spirits that can compensate for the weapon gap, either by enhancing defense or increasing movement speed.
And Lanar is a moonshadow werewolf. After transforming, his physical qualities will rise significantly. Coupled with the sorcery spirit, his combat power in narrow and dark environments is probably the strongest in the team.
“Generally speaking, the transport ship arrives in the morning, and after escorting the prisoners and transporting supplies, it returns to Camon City’s Broken Lake Port.” Igura said, “But there is a detail—the crew of the transport ship and the bloodthirsty hunters will go to the cafeteria in two batches.”
“The bloodthirsty hunters have a rule during training that the mealtime cannot exceed 5 minutes. Plus the time to come and go, we can assume that when the second batch of bloodthirsty hunters appear in the cafeteria, there will be less than ten minutes left before they return.”
“In other words, when the second batch of bloodthirsty hunters enter the cafeteria, it will be our signal to act. We must purify the chips, change into the Crow outfit of the medic, and then directly log into the transport ship with the authority of the medic.”
“Understood?”
The whole plan is very rough and urgent. If there is a slight error in any link, everything will be lost, and many aspects rely on luck. But in this almost flawless Broken Lake Prison, Igura was able to come up with a theoretically feasible plan, which greatly impressed Asho and the others. They all nodded and showed appreciative looks.
“In that case, let’s each prepare ourselves mentally and meet in the cafeteria for lunch in advance.”
Igura looked at Asho. “Asho, this is your last chance to regret. You do have the ability to survive in this prison. Perhaps you can take a less dangerous path.”
Ronald and Lanar also looked at Asho. They knew that Igura, who usually had a good grasp of others, was somehow being controlled by Asho.
Asho said, “I cannot meekly enter that good night.”
Igura nodded thoughtfully. “Are you saying that your dignity cannot tolerate a life of compromise?”
“No, what I mean is, if I continue to stay here, I’m sure I’ll be chosen for the Blood Moon Trial every time. If I don’t run, I’m just waiting to die.”
“Even in prison, you’re still worried about others’ revenge. Shouldn’t you reflect on your past actions?”
Seeing Asho’s determination, Igura gave up his last bit of hope, waved his hand, and left first—he needed to take a bath to calm down.
There were still one or two hours until noon, and Asho didn’t know what to do. He had fully mastered his three Sorcery Spirits: the Substitute, the Heart Sword, and the Circulation, and could invoke them at any time. But he dared not practice his miracle recklessly, because the ‘Behead Me’ miracle required a specific target for casting. If Asho accidentally purified someone else’s chip and alerted the prison in advance, he would be ridiculed to death by Igura.
Wandering aimlessly, Asho unconsciously arrived at the familiar Death Fight Club.
A thought crossed his mind, and instead of entering the Death Fight Club, he found a dim entrance at the back. The surrounding noise suddenly became distant. The entrance was a heavy black iron door, emanating a dangerous aura that screamed ‘those who fear death, do not enter’. This was the treatment room.
Asho pushed the door and entered. The medical practitioner on duty at the front desk glanced at him, “Go to treatment room number one, your dedicated medical practitioner will come to find you.”
He hadn’t even taken out his number plate【222】, how did the other party know who his dedicated medical practitioner was? Although it was a bit strange, Asho didn’t think much about it and walked straight into treatment room number one.
The medical practitioner on duty watched his departing figure, and a soft laugh came from under the crow mask, “Feel honored for your future.”
After waiting for a moment in the treatment room, medical practitioner【222】pushed open the side door and came in, tossing an apple to Asho, “Where are you hurt?”
Asho caught the apple, didn’t bother to wipe it, and started eating, “I’m not hurt.”
“If you’re not hurt, what are you doing here? Although I hope you’re here for cosmetic surgery, you’ve been so resistant before, I guess you won’t be able to correct your timid aesthetic view for a while, so you’re probably here to…” The medical practitioner crossed her arms and reasoned, “Undergo biological transformation?”
Asho was speechless, “Aren’t you overestimating my courage?”
“Biological transformation doesn’t require any courage, it’s the trend now. Changing a hand, a foot, an eye, it’s all very normal!” The medical practitioner said in surprise, “Are you a fundamentalist of the celestial sect? A stubborn faction that resists new technology?”
“What’s wrong with the original body, why change it?”
“Because it’s not good enough! Don’t you want to become more agile, stronger, with better vision and sharper hearing?”
“I think my current body is enough—”
“You can also modify the lower body to enhance the endurance and pleasure of mating.”
Asho’s eyes narrowed, “Next time I have a chance, I’ll consult you about the profoundness of biological transformation.”
“Although I’m glad you’re interested in biological transformation, I think your lower body may never come in handy in this lifetime…”
“I’ve said that I will definitely escape from here in the future! I will definitely regain my freedom!”
“Even if we add your unrealistic premise, I still don’t plan to change my conclusion… unless you’re willing to accept my handsome man transformation surgery! Think about it!”
“I’m not doubting the power of handsome men, I mainly don’t trust you.”
“Tsk.”
The medical practitioner sat on the edge of the bed, asking curiously, “So if you have nothing to do, why did you come to the treatment room? This is your first time coming here voluntarily!”
Indeed, Asho had always been carried in before, this was the first time he walked in on his own.
“I came… to chat with you.” Asho shrugged, “After all, I, a death row prisoner, have a lot of free time.”
“But I’m not free! Do you think I’m like you? I’m very busy, researching sorcery, learning new knowledge, and writing research papers…” The medical practitioner put her hands on her hips, “I don’t have that much time to chat with you! Let it go this time, but don’t do this next time!”
Even with the crow mask altering her voice, Asho could tell she seemed quite pleased.
Sure enough, no matter which world’s workers have a strong desire to slack off, and the happiest thing in slacking off is gossiping with others.
After the medical practitioner excitedly finished talking about ‘the senior who always targeted her was kicked out for stealing’, ‘recently had good luck in the Virtual Realm’, ‘ate a double-yolk egg for breakfast today’ and other happy news, Asho suddenly changed the topic.
“Hey, I suddenly realized that you’re quite good-looking.”
“Huh?” The medical practitioner was taken aback, “Really? I’m not that good-looking… where do you think I look good?”
“Your outfit looks good.” Asho said, “So could you take it off and give it to me?”
It took a full five seconds for the medical practitioner to react to what nonsense Asho had just said.
When she turned around to open the toolbox and carefully select a scalpel, Asho felt something was wrong—this person in front of him could dissect him and then sew him back together, and even gain some treatment experience along the way!
“222, I don’t have much time left.”