In the comic story with Xia Zuo as the protagonist, when he decides to continue fighting, the focus will definitely be on the tense and more youthful battle story, and there will be fewer shots left for Xizel.

But Cesare didn't want any extra shots.

No matter how many shots there are, if there is not enough effect, it is useless for him to have them.

What's more, his appearance in the comics and his sudden disappearance, according to the routine, comic readers will only guess his identity and purpose, and whether he is in Eastwood Prison for the Insane, but will not think that Christine is dead.

They might even feel that even César is not dead.

Césaire Crest's current appearance is more suitable to be revealed unexpectedly from the perspective of Chazo Freeman and Ursula when they come here.

"As expected of you," the comic's mind said with mixed feelings, "You've turned yourself into a character that's hard to accept as the protagonist."

You know, if César hadn't suddenly appeared, the original plot would have been that Xia Zuo met Ursula alone and couldn't take her away. He just obtained more information and increased his determination to oppose the Federation.

There is a high probability that he will meet other friends, fight against the Federation and the Picket Tower one by one, resist, upgrade, and finally find a way to awaken the gods to save the world.

But now all his decisions are almost inseparable from César.

Xizel even greatly accelerated Xia Zuo's progress in the original prediction.

"I'm not in a hurry, but can you wait?"

Unexpectedly, the black-haired boy smiled.

The comic will paused.

César did not elaborate, but calmly asked a question:

"Have we known each other before?"

The comic will became alert: "Why do I feel like this is a trap? But of course we don't know each other. I chose you from a vast crowd of people."

It vaguely felt that something was wrong, but when the answer came out, it still didn't know what was wrong.

The black-haired boy blinked and said nothing.

The comic will felt even more that something was wrong when it saw this scene. It repeatedly recalled what was wrong with its words, and then it realized that the black-haired boy's question seemed somewhat familiar.

Comic Will: "..."

It seemed, as if, a long time ago - almost at the beginning of everything, the black-haired boy had asked it the same question.

He asked: [Excuse me, do I know you? ]

And how did it answer at that time?

It was full of vigilance and fear, as if it was afraid that the black-haired boy would dig out more information from it that it shouldn't know, so it said evasively:

[From the beginning of the contract until now, haven't we known each other for such a long time? 】

Comic Will: "!!"

It didn't know what to say for a moment. All kinds of emotions were mixed together, all blocked in a messy ball of power. If it had a human body, it would probably be staring blankly at this moment.

The black-haired boy said calmly, "You forgot."

It wasn't just today that he realized that he had always known that the attitude of the comic will was changing, but it seemed that it itself was not aware of it. The vague fear and inextinguishable fear when he first met him were not something that could be faded away simply by getting along for a long time.

The memory of the comic's will is fading, especially the part about him.

It can even sincerely believe that it was because it saw him in the crowd at first sight and thought he was a talented person that it decided to bind him.

Can he believe this nonsense?

So at this time, he knew that the problem of comics' will had become very serious.

The comic's will is like a duck with its neck pinched. Not only can it not make any sound, but even its ability to think is paralyzed.

After a long while, it said in a very soft voice: "...You are right. I can't hold on for much longer. Once I disappear, the world will collapse faster."

The love of readers in another world can alleviate its urgent needs to a certain extent, which is actually equivalent to a low-end power of faith. That's why it tries its best to increase the popularity and popularity of the comics to maintain the operation of the world with difficulty, and to allow Xia Zuo enough time to grow until he can awaken the gods.

It is indeed urgent.

However, as its power fades, its cognition and memory gradually fade, and in the end it will forget its mission. This is also the reason why the world collapses faster towards the end - it falls into a vicious cycle.

The comic will was deeply moved, and took advantage of the few moments of clarity to ask: "So it was for me that you repeatedly died and guided Xia Zuo to push the progress so fast?"

Cesar: “…”

As expected of Xia Zuo's family, they all exude a particularly simple and honest air.

He said no more and focused his attention on the prison.

The Eastwood Prison for the Insane is divided into clear sections with different duties. Every vicious prisoner has his own number and is referred to by his number.

After César had figured out the prison pattern and map, he called Ben and asked, "What would you do when a warden takes office in the past?"

Ben bowed his head and answered respectfully, "The Eastwood Prison has not had a warden for fifteen years. Everything here continues to operate according to previous instructions. The previous warden did not make a big fuss when he took office, but hid behind the scenes to intimidate them."

This is also the safest approach.

The less the prisoners knew about the warden, the less likely they were to harm him, and the less chance the warden would have of exposing any weaknesses.

But what if... the warden is powerful enough, powerful enough to use the restrictions imposed on prisoners when they enter the prison to completely control them?

“They also have a restaurant.”

César raised his eyebrows slightly, but no one saw it because of the brim of his hat: "The prison is quite humane."

However, he could understand that Eastwood had the absolute ability to prevent them from escaping, but at the same time, the huge cost of running the prison required it to rely on the daily input of these people's powerful talents. So it couldn't just be about separating and imprisoning them, but there had to be a necessary reward mechanism and entertainment system.

Instead of letting them go out to harm society, Eastwood negotiated with them.

"Not every prisoner has access to the prison's public dining room," Ben said.

Cesar: "Not every prisoner is a normal person."

Ben was silent for a moment.

That's true.

The biggest characteristics of the criminals in Eastwood Prison for the Insane are, first, their overall strength is extremely strong, any one of them can be treated as a guest of honor by the Federation or the Patrol Tower, and second, the concentration of lunatics inside... is relatively high.

There are various types of neurosis.

"Tomorrow at noon in the public dining room. I will be there."

The warden's unquestionable voice reached Ben's ears clearly.

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…

"2271, your lunch."

A red-haired man sat with his legs tucked up in a cramped little room. There was no place in the room that was not dazzlingly bright, and the pervasive light enveloped him tightly.

Hearing this voice so small that it was almost ignored, he raised his eyes, endured the discomfort and irritability of being wrapped in the dazzling light, and laughed as he watched the lunch box made of the product of his talent being thrown in from the long and winding passage in front of him.

He couldn't see the person delivering the food. There was nothing in this small space, and he couldn't see what was happening outside. It was even absolutely soundproof. The only sound he could hear was because the delivery channel was open.

The only systems that can connect to the outside world here are the sanitation system, air conversion system and meal box delivery channel.

The lunch box only exists for half an hour. After half an hour, it will turn into energy particles and return to the storage warehouse of Eastwood Lunatic Prison for recycling.

The man hummed a song as he took out his lunch. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the air conversion system in the cell and snorted.

If his talent had not been suppressed in this prison, he would have been able to spread the violent and crazy illusion particles through the air conversion system. Even if there were layers of detection and elimination devices inside, they could not stop him and caused the entire prison to go crazy.

His power should be all-pervasive.

The man suddenly remembered something and finished his lunch happily.

Tomorrow the imprisonment will end.

After staying here for so long, as time goes by and his talent improves, his strength can be put to some use.

Time to have some fun~

Last time, seven prisoners died and prison property was damaged, and he was locked up in a cell for four months. This time, let's try these prison guards and staff~

Female prisoner area.

A woman with long wavy golden hair was sitting lazily on the bed, her limbs were covered with powerful muscles, her eyebrows were deep, but there was a scar running across her brow bone, and in her hand was a cigarette, which was not allowed to appear.

The prison guard nearby saw this scene, carefully checked the surveillance and realized that it was just smoke. He was used to it and stopped trying to stop it.

Anyway, it couldn't cause any trouble. The woman was numbered 2198, and her talent was "equivalent exchange". She probably used a small item she had picked up from somewhere to "exchange" for this small cigarette.

If it were her heyday, she could even move an army, including herself, to another place - as long as that place had something equivalent to the value of 2198 SS-level wanted criminals.

Even in Eastwood Prison for the Insane, she had a huge influence among the prisoners.

After so many years, as long as she didn't do anything dangerous, the prison guards wouldn't offend her. Of course, under the special environment of Eastwood, she couldn't use this ability often.

But today, another prison guard came over, saw this scene, frowned, and said in a businesslike manner:

"2198, hand over the prohibited items and increase today's labor time by twenty minutes."

The woman was not annoyed when she heard this. She took a deep puff of cigarette and threw the cigarette butt to the prison guard. She raised her eyelids slightly and spoke in a hoarse and low voice:

"It looks like some important person is coming."

The prison guard paused imperceptibly.

The woman withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes to rest. She seemed to have no emotion at all and was just making a casual guess.

At this time, on the other side of the surveillance camera, the warden, whose most body was almost hidden in the darkness, raised his eyebrows slightly and circled her and the red-haired man's numbers.

It looks like there will be a big show tomorrow.