After Cesar had read all the books the prison could store, Wilson was almost done.

He almost immediately found César and asked him how he wanted to leave next.

"—Supervision?"

Wilson frowned and fell into deep thought: "If you want to apply for a supervisory position, then Xia Zuo must show a very high risk rating."

It is so high that it cannot be easily tamed or controlled by force. In order to avoid excessive waste of resources, it must be guarded by someone.

——This means that once he enters a high-level prison, he will face the most vicious and cruel prisoners in that prison.

"I know," Cesar said lightly, "but even in the federal high-level prison, no one can hurt him."

"Besides...the supervisor will always be with his prisoner."

When the black-haired boy said this, his expression and tone were as calm as ever, but Wilson, who had been threatened many times, vaguely felt a subtle chill in his voice.

Wilson was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something.

He remembered the people who had died in the distribution room before.

Before they could put any of their dirty tricks into practice, they were wiped out by César.

It turns out that from that time on, César had been adapting to his "role".

"...Actually, I still think that you are more suitable to be a supervised prisoner." He hesitated for a while, but still said this tentatively: "Xia Zuo's fighting ability is very high, but he looks too upright. He can't bring people the same sense of danger as you do."

Wilson knew that since Cesar was able to apply for supervision, he must be able to completely cover up the danger he brought to others.

It seems that Xizel can thrive anywhere, but can Xia Zuo really adapt to the darkness?

The black-haired boy blinked, curved his eyes, and slowly raised the corners of his lips: "You don't know Xia Zuo well enough."

No matter how kind, upright, or simple the protagonist of the comic is, he has to go through countless crises step by step.

He could definitely adapt quickly to the desperate fights and fights among the prisoners, but the scheming and repeated temptations were what might destroy him.

Although for Xia Zuo, a guy with a single brain, he would not consider these things at all, but would directly choose to defeat the opponent with force.

——This way of coping is actually his subconscious and intuition protecting him.

"Besides..." The black-haired boy spread his hands and sighed helplessly: "You also said that prisoners with high danger ratings will encounter the most vicious prisoners in the prison as soon as they enter."

"Warden Wilson, given my physical condition, how many times do you think I need to die to give face to the high-level prison?"

Wilson: “…”

For a moment, he didn't know whether to complain about César's choice of words or his extremely underestimated evaluation of him.

——If there was no emotion on Cesar’s face, he would have almost believed it.

He even felt that César wouldn't care about his death at all.

He looked like he had no desire to live. If he hadn't been investigating the truth, he would have died peacefully in some unknown corner.

The more he reviewed César's previous actions in the past few days, the more obvious this feeling became.

"Okay then. I will submit an application for prisoner transfer and custody identity verification to the federal first-level prison today." Wilson said in a deep voice, "It will take about three days for the application to be issued. After three days, a prison van from the first-level prison will come to pick you up."

Wilson glanced at the black-haired boy again.

What the other person showed in his every move was not something that could be cultivated by an ordinary family.

He paused for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking of, and then continued, "...In the central area of ​​the Federation, all political families and old nobles are entrenched there, and the Picket Tower also has a special branch stationed there."

"Including some secret information, files, or people who know a lot of secrets."

In other words, if César has some secrets that he cannot let others know, he must be very careful in the central area.

Wilson did not think that since César chose to contact the top leaders through prison in a roundabout way and his body was so strangely weak and he even had no desire to live, he would not have any unknown deep hatred.

After all, this world has always been chaotic.

Cesar raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.

"Don't worry."

His voice was very soft.

"More than anyone else, I want my 'secret' to be exposed."

Wilson didn't hear clearly what César said, but he knew that this was not something he could understand in depth, so he didn't ask any more questions. He nodded and left César's cell.

After he left, the smile on the black-haired boy's face faded naturally and quickly, and his misty blue eyes drooped slightly, without even the slightest emotion in them.

If someone could see this scene at this moment, they would probably feel horrified.

But at this time, Ursula, the only one who could observe his changes, was also with Xia Zuo.

The black-haired boy sat at the table, closed his eyes, and tapped the solid wood tabletop lightly with his knuckles, looking like he was resting.

...identity setting.

——So, every time I think about the connection between the real world and the comic world, I can’t avoid the question of what the relationship is between these two worlds.

He hadn't thought deeply about it before because he had other things to do, but now that he had time and the topic was brought up again, he would naturally think more about it.

He had considered this question in the comic update before he went to prison, and after successfully guiding the comic readers, he became even more curious.

If it is the cartoonist who creates the comics, and then the comics’ will is formed, and the so-called derivative world appears, then how can the “cartoonist” guess his subsequent actions? He is very sure that all his choices are made by himself and are not controlled by anyone.

However, that "cartoonist" has never appeared in the real world. It seems that he is just a tool for publishing comics. According to known information, even the comic platform has a vague impression of him.

From this perspective, it seems that everything is the work of the comics. The comic world came first, and then "Absolute Talent" came into being.

But this is even more wrong. This is a huge world. Can the real world be arbitrarily influenced by the wishes of so many people like the readers of a comic book?

"I want to ask a question." The black-haired boy tilted his head slightly and asked the comic will in a friendly manner:

"——Excuse me, do I know you?"

Comic Will: "..."

"Are you pretending to be dead?"

Comic Will: "…………"

It took a deep breath and said, "What are you talking about? Haven't we known each other for so long, since the moment I signed the contract with you?"

"I see." The black-haired boy replied with a smile.

Feeling the silence on the other side of the connection, he blinked and said lightly, "Don't worry, I will abide by the rules of the game."

Then he disconnected.

…

Three days later, the application was approved, and the special prison van from the federal level one prison stopped in front of the gate of Gray Moon District Prison.

Wilson explained to Xia Zuo, who was handcuffed and shackled, "You have been rated as dangerous. These are the most basic insurance measures."

"It's okay," Xia Zuo shook his head, not feeling uncomfortable at all, but cheerfully, "I've carried heavier things than this before."

Wilson looked at him with some surprise, recalling the conversation with Cecil in his mind. He paused, but didn't say anything more.

He looked back and found that Xizel had changed into the black and blue uniform used exclusively by supervisors and was walking towards them while buttoning his cuffs.

The uniforms for non-prisoners in prison do not appear in bright colors, and black and blue are not conspicuous. However, the uniforms that Wilson used to think were ordinary, when worn by Cesar, inexplicably looked like the tailor-made clothes of a high-ranking official.

Wilson turned his head and looked at Xia Zuo again.

The uniforms of dangerous level prisoners are particularly bright, eye-catching and bright... orange-red.

This made Xia Zuo's original dullness even more apparent.

Wilson: “…”

It is reasonable to suspect that César took clothing into consideration when assigning supervisors and prisoners.

He was silent for two seconds, unable to bear to watch any longer, and nodded directly to Xizel: "In order to prevent others from getting suspicious, I won't send you off."

"Well. Goodbye, Warden Wilson."

The black-haired young man with a high ponytail nodded, and after saying this, he completely restrained himself.

Any sense of danger or superiority disappeared completely. If Wilson had not been looking at him, he would even doubt that there was no such person as César in front of him.

“…”

He was wrong.

It's just a central level prison. I'm afraid it's not enough for Xizel to play with.

Xia Zuo's danger rating assessment report mainly focused on the strength value, so the prison van that came to pick them up was a very sturdy type, and it contained many chains and restraints made of special metals.

But faced with a young juvenile offender whose fighting power is even comparable to that of a person with gifted abilities, the attitude of the transporting personnel was as expected, considering the possibility of winning him over in the future, and they even prepared food and drinks for them in the prison van.

And with Xia Zuo's cooperation, those control devices that would make people very uncomfortable were not used on him.

"Are you his supervisor?"

The pick-up man glanced at the black-haired boy sitting next to him and was a little surprised.

"Yeah." The boy responded obediently.

In fact, there are many prisoners with dangerous ratings, but not many supervisors. This is not an easy job, and those who do this are all paid a high-risk job salary subsidy.

Moreover, the young man next to him looked pale and frail, as if he would fall ill at any time. How could he accept such a job?

Not to mention, the other party is about to face not only the prisoner he is in charge of, but also other prisoners in the same prison.

There are many murderers with blood on their hands.

I don’t know how long he can live if he goes to a level one prison.

Such a young child... what a pity.

The author has something to say:

Cesar: You are right (smiles).