Xia Zuo hung his head, sitting alone in the prison cell which had returned to darkness.

He has the ultimate talent for light, so the prison room will automatically become pitch black based on his talent attributes.

When the boy with short black hair appeared, the lighting in the cell slowly lit up without anyone noticing.

From the moment the lights came on, Xia Zuo had a vague suspicion that this young man might be able to control the prison system. In addition, his features and behavior made him feel a little familiar, so he tentatively called out Xizel's name.

...However, even if that boy was really Caesar, he wouldn't reveal any flaws, just like Christine at that time.

The brown-haired boy slowly buried his face in his palms.

——But compared to all this, what he cared about more was the word "artificial god".

Man-made God.

How can a human be compared to a god? What kind of heavy price would one have to pay to forcibly transform a human into a god?

Xia Zuo didn't dare to think about it.

But he couldn't help thinking about it.

When the surname Crest appeared on the wanted list, and when many suspicious points pointed to his friend, he always believed that César was not that kind of person. He always believed in his friends, and even if they were not kind people, they would never hurt others for no reason.

But now... he would rather Cecil Crest was a little more selfish and cruel, or he would rather the other party was an evil——

No. You can't think like that.

Xia Zuo told himself that his previous thought was absolutely incorrect. If Caesar had committed all sorts of evil deeds, he would no longer be the Caesar he knew. No one wanted such an ending.

The brown-haired boy clenched his hands tremblingly, trying to calm himself down again.

The No. 0 just said that the members of the Crest family decided to sacrifice the last descendant of their own family and transform him into a [God] who could run the world and stabilize the world order because the idea of ​​awakening the gods was too unrealistic and they were unwilling to gamble on the probability for the world.

But "vague" does not mean "completely impossible".

——He must awaken the gods before Xize is completely deified, so that the throne in the sky will no longer be vacant and the deification process will lose the upward space!

The transformation can definitely be stopped, it definitely can.

So is he just going to... sit there helplessly waiting for Zero to send him information?

The brown-haired boy's expression did not change, but he suddenly loosened his clenched hands.

The next moment, the alarm sounded again.

"Ding ding - ding ding - abnormal energy fluctuations detected from prisoner 2511 -"

Then, just as the door of the cell opened and the guard came in again in confusion, the brown-haired boy grabbed his hand at a speed that no one could react to, forcing him to stop his move to leave. He raised his eyes and said in pain, "I need 2512's dark talent to neutralize it... My talent power is rioting, and I can't suppress it..."

The guard's brows jumped, and he was about to refuse him, but the next moment the talent particle index on the door next to him rose like a rocket.

Guard: “…”

The guard took two steps back with an unpleasant look on his face, leaving Xia Zuo's reach, and then closed the special transparent door - even though he knew that this guy could probably smash the door with one punch - and then said to the people around him: "Bring 2512 here."

——Damn it, what kind of monsters are the young people these days? Under such strong suppression in the Eastwood Lunatic Prison, they can even use their innate power to a level one riot? ?

Talent riots were not unheard of in Isvetri. After all, there were many crazy people here, and there were always a few people whose emotions were so extreme that their talents were affected. But in the end, because of Isvetri's absolute suppression of the prisoners' talents, no major problems arose, and the riots were at most level two.

But looking at the numbers on the index table right now, they are almost skyrocketing...

Soon, the black-haired girl came to the door of the detention room with an expressionless face.

Others cannot read her micro-expressions and eyes, but Xia Zuo, her best friend, can.

Ursula (deadpan): They say you're gifted with riots? Can you still be gifted with riots? Don't make me laugh.

Xia Zuo: ...

Ursula was not panicked or worried at all. She just wanted to know why Xia Zuo called her here.

You know, although Xia Zuo seems to be more impulsive and doesn't like to use his brain, he is actually the type of person who least shows extreme sharp emotions, not to mention his ridiculously high san value. The talent riot is barely reasonable for Ursula.

Xia Zuo let go of his thoughts at the right time: "Because of something that happened before... I found that the prison room can read the power fluctuations of talents, and the prison takes this matter very seriously. Now that I can resist Iswitt's suppression of me, it is not difficult to act like the power of talents suddenly explodes."

"And, Ursula, I want you to help me find someone..."

"A person numbered 0."

…

Ursula returned to her cell not very happily.

Xia Zuo asked her to help find someone, but he avoided talking about why he was looking for this person. He just said that he had promised not to tell anyone else about their conversation.

Ursula was sure that No. 0 must have said something to Xia Zuo, and it must be about Caesar, otherwise he would not be so anxious.

She shook off the tentacles that were sticking out from her prison uniform trouser legs in frustration.

But she also wanted to tell Xia Zuo something, and she hadn't made a "promise not to tell anyone" to anyone, so she would still tell him. Otherwise, would she let him trade the information?

……never mind.

Since this matter concerns Xize, she cannot be willful. Xia Zuo still needs to know what she needs to know.

As for what Xia Zuo couldn't say, if it really didn't work, she could just ask No. 0 herself!

Xia Zuo and she both have extreme light/dark talents. The suppression on Xia Zuo is now minimal, which means that she can also use most of her abilities.

The dark purple tentacles were buried underground, blending into the ground, gathering all inhuman auras and spreading outward with the black-haired girl as the center, constantly searching for the mechanical boy who met Xia Zuo's description.

Prisoner area, no.

Work area, no.

Eastwood's is nowhere to be found.

She searched everywhere she could, except for the warden's office, which had extremely strict monitoring and protection measures.

Where can this guy hide?

The black-haired girl thought for a moment expressionlessly, then gave up thinking and knocked on the transparent wall with only a few ventilation holes on her side: "Tong En."

Tong En, who had been paying attention to his favorite painting materials, immediately nodded: "I'm here, you're so cute, are you finally willing to be my painting material?"

Ursula: “No.”

Ursula raised her index finger and asked seriously, "Do you know where number 0 is?"

Tong En shook his head: "I don't know."

She thought for a moment and said, "But it's number 0. It must be a very precious and special painting material to be called number 0, right? If it were me, I would put it in the most beautiful attic."

Ursula's eyes, one gold and one blue, lit up instantly: "You are right."

The most beautiful place in the prison = Césaire Kleist’s private territory = Tower of Babel!

Prisoners were forbidden to enter the Tower of Babel, and would be expelled even if they were near the tower. But if No. 0 was the most special and beautiful one, it was possible that she could stay in the Tower of Babel.

What's more, she herself had stayed in the tower for a period of time because of the warden's special work arrangement.

But there was a very practical reason why she skipped the Tower of Babel before, and that was that she was not sure that her tentacles could avoid the defense and monitoring measures of the Tower of Babel, which were more stringent than those of the warden's office.

While thinking this in her mind, her tentacles had already reached out.

——Then just when he was about to approach the Tower of Babel, he was pulled out.

It was really "pulled out".

The hand seemed to be able to penetrate the ground and lifted the tentacles from the ground to the ground. Even when it was lifted out, the golden vertical pupils on the tentacles blinked, with a bit of confusion.

Through these eyes, Ursula saw the boy's fair, slender hands without any flaws, and his face, which seemed to be carefully crafted, with not a single inch of it imperfect and perfect.

"Are you looking for me, lovely lady?"

The boy with blue-green eyes squatted on the ground with a smile on his face, supporting his head with one hand and tilting it, while the other hand casually waved the purple tentacle that had not yet reacted, "Ah, stupid but cute, with a clearness that has not been polluted by intelligence."

Next sentence:

"But it should be able to make soup, right?"

Ursula, who was wanted to be stewed for the first time: "......?"

???

The eyes on the tentacles all opened wide, and for a moment they were even shocked.

This must be number 0.

Although I found him successfully.

But this mouth is really rude:).

"Ah, don't be angry, I just said it casually--" The boy effortlessly held down the dancing tentacles around him, and smiled and drew out his voice: "You and that Freeman's little actions are so superficial and cute, I am just covering for you. If I really stew you and make you drink the soup, and we all become equally clear, then won't we all be finished?"

"No, that won't do. You guys are still pretty cute. I won't be able to let you go."

Ursula: “…”

Tong En, who was separated by a transparent wall, blinked.

Huh? Why is there more and more black energy on the beautiful painting material she likes?

Could it be moldy? What should I do? Is it too late to use desiccant to remove moisture now? QAQ?