Chapter 1
"The White Elephant District is about to get busy again. I was wondering why Kaili's shop hadn't opened in the past few days. Turns out it was wiped out overnight!"
"Over a hundred people died overnight. This is something that only a 'gifted' person could possibly do... Which lunatic has escaped? They just love to hang out in marginalized areas like ours."
"It's not certain if it's those crazy people. According to inside information, there's another survivor in the Kaili family, and they've already caught him. I heard he's only thirteen or fourteen years old."
"So what's going on with this one...? This one they captured yesterday."
"I heard they found him behind the garbage disposal station near Kaili's house. He was dressed suspiciously. It just so happened that the Kaili kid was a bit perfunctory in completing the task alone, so adding him would be enough."
"That's right. Anyway, no one cares about our little place. Even the prison is shabby..."
Heavy footsteps passed by, and the prison guards' whispered conversation came into a dim cell without missing a word.
The cell floor was relatively flat, stained brown with dried blood. The walls were bare, and there was no light, only a small amount of light from outside that allowed one to peek into a corner of the cage.
The silhouette of the black-haired boy disappeared into the darkness, his eyes were closed, he was skinny and lifeless. If it weren't for the barely perceptible rise and fall of his chest, he would have looked like a dead man.
No one heard the words that echoed in his mind at this moment.
"The agreement has been reached. The contractor's remaining real lifespan has been exchanged for your initial equipment."
"I wish you to become a popular character soon, get more opportunities to appear, and live on in reality and in the comics."
As the voice in his mind faded away, it was as if a long loading process had ended. Xizel was finally able to control his body and slowly opened his eyes.
His first reaction after gaining control of his body was to check his attire.
A matte black tactical suit with a wide hood and made of unknown material, tactical boots suitable for running, and a sharp dagger that had been taken away from the waist.
Xizel: "..."
It's really suspicious.
No wonder those people happily threw him into jail as a scapegoat. If it were him, he would also feel that there was something wrong with him.
But it doesn’t matter.
Xizel lifted up his cuff and took out a blade as thin as a cicada's wing from the interlayer of the cuff. After confirming that it was correct and that it was smooth to take out, he put it back.
Then he reached into his pocket and touched the small blade sewn into his clothes.
In addition, he also hid a lot of self-protection items like this on his body. The dagger was the most conspicuous one and was also the one that was pushed out to attract attention.
After all, this is a high-risk world. Since I'm a newcomer here, I always have to prepare some things to protect myself.
After checking the knife, Cesar raised his hand and pressed his earlobe.
A blue earring in the shape of a book, which was not at all noticeable and seemed to have the ability to hide itself, was lying there quietly.
He spread out his hands, and with a slight thought, a book appeared in his hands.
The dark blue cover was opened, and the pages turned silently. The yellowed pages were clean without a single word, which looked a bit weird.
Xizel lowered his eyes and tapped the first page three times with his knuckles.
"Time: 22:39:14, September 23, 1797, Federal Calendar, Location: Ordinary Cell, Level 3 Prison, White Elephant District, Save Successfully."
——This is his most important prop, his trump card.
After confirming that everyone who should be there was there, Xizel closed his eyes, put the book back on his earrings, and stood up with the help of the wall.
Some of his long, fine black hair hung down, blocking his emotionless sight outside the cell.
My physical condition... is pretty good, at least I can run for a while, which is much better than reality.
The black-haired boy took a step forward and stood firmly. His sapphire blue earrings reflected the light.
The prison guards outside the door pass by every 25 minutes, and someone confirmed his comatose state half an hour ago. They will not specifically check on his condition outside of the patrol cycle.
It was late at night, and the prison was so poor that it had few lights. If he didn't run away, did he have to wait for the prison staff to take him out, convict him, and execute him?
The black-haired boy had reached the cell door and pulled a paper clip from his pocket.
There are still twenty-three minutes until the next shift of prison guards arrives.
In the comic book worldview, this prison seems to be a rated third-level prison. Even if it is so poor that it can't even afford to hang an extra light, at least the security should be in place -
"Click."
The lock is open.
Well, thanks to the poor prison's backward door locking technology.
Xizel walked out of the cell door lightly and hid himself in the shadows where the wall lamp could not reach, but he was not in a hurry to leave.
He felt carefully and found no discomfort, so he raised his eyebrows slightly.
It seems that in this world of special powers, the obstacle is not the prison door.
Twenty-two minutes left.
He held his breath and slowly groped his way out, keeping close to the wall. He could hear the footsteps of prison guards coming from another corridor, chatting in low, relaxed tones, completely unaware that there was someone hiding behind them as they turned the corner.
César didn't keep his eyes on them. He memorized the route he had taken.
Everything went smoothly. The prison's patrols were surprisingly weak, as if they had nothing to fear.
Finally, with fifteen minutes left, he met a lone prison guard.
The man was about 1.80 meters tall, looked rather thin, and was extremely drunk. He staggered forward, still clutching a half-empty bottle of wine, cursing: "You're just an illegal resident of a marginalized area, what are you so arrogant about... You have no parents, you deserve to be hanged!"
The black-haired boy's gaze fell on his waist. There was a bunch of keys and a gun there, but the prison guard he had seen before didn't have any.
With a gun. Alone. Drunk.
He held his breath, his misty blue eyes drooped slightly, and the next second he fell out, his steps unsteady as if he was seriously injured. He covered his lips with his pale left hand, and blood flowed out from between his fingers.
The guard was startled, and then a surge of anger rose in his heart. After seeing that it was a skinny black-haired boy, his mind was once again dominated by alcohol. He did not have any defensive intentions at all. He reached out to grab the boy's hair with an angry voice: "You little bastard——"
A cold light flashed.
The silver cold light is as dazzling as a needle.
The black-haired boy lowered his head so that his expression could not be seen, and he tilted his head slightly, easily dodging the man's hand. At the same time, his body was still leaning towards the man due to inertia. He flipped his right hand slightly and swung it forward violently.
“Zizi——”
The sudden burst of bright red splashed on the boy's pale cheek. His misty blue irises now clearly reflected the scene of the small silver light sinking into the other's carotid artery, without any trace of human emotion.
He and the prison guard fell to the ground together, and the other party acted as a cushion for him, reducing the impact of the ground.
Even so, the highly tense mind and muscles, as well as the impact, made César dizzy for a moment.
He didn't dare to delay and quickly packed up the spoils.
Gun x1, Bloodstained coat x1, Hat x1.
Ten minutes left.
Xizel looked in the direction the man had come from. Traces of wine spilled on the ground followed the corridor forward, indicating the route the man had taken. It was likely that he could walk out of the monotonous prison with corridors extending in all directions.
He was already starting to feel dizzy and his body was too weak to support such vigorous exercise.
With the help of the dim light, he successfully bypassed most of the guards and came to the outermost wall of the prison.
Xizel looked at the wall that was twice as high as him and said in silence: "..."
...I can't get up.
This is really a sad thing.
"Warning! Warning!! A prisoner has escaped!!——"
There were still two minutes before the guards patrolled to his cell. It wasn't that he was exposed, but that the body of the prison guard was discovered.
The black-haired boy lowered his eyes, pulled down the brim of his hat, and decisively turned into the staff lounge next to the prison.
He opened the half-open door and saw a man with a cigarette in his mouth wiping the gun in his hand with his back to him. By the time he noticed someone was there, the gun was already against the back of his head.
"Hello, sir."
A clean young boy's voice was heard. There was chaos outside and everyone was chasing him, but he was here pointing a gun at another person's head, but his speech speed was still neither fast nor slow. If you listened carefully, it even seemed like he was smiling.
"Don't be nervous. I'm just here to borrow a few things."
Two minutes later, a black-haired teenager in full guard uniform and holding a pass swaggered out of the lounge, while the stripped man was gagged and handcuffed to a chair, helpless and furious.
Although César looks thin, his height is not bad. He can just stuff some cloth into his clothes to hold up his guard uniform.
"Hey, bro, did you see anyone suspicious?"
A voice came from behind him.
Without pausing, Xizel turned slightly and waved his hand: "No, I'll go check near the gate!"
His voice now became deep and powerful, giving people the impression of a brave man. At least the people behind him did not become suspicious and turned around to search other places.
Xizel calmed down, controlled his every move, and continued to move forward.
The prison's warning sirens had already sounded, but there were no other guards in front of the gate, which should have been heavily guarded. Only an officer on duty who checked passes was sitting drowsily in the security room.
——This is a problem that is visible to the naked eye.
César lowered his hat and showed his pass, and the man opened the door for him.
However, something unexpected happened the moment he stepped out of the door.
There was a needle-like pain in his heart. Caesar, who was already at the limit of his body, had a slight breathing stagnation. The next moment, his consciousness was cut off.
really.
A second before the computer froze, he sighed regretfully.
——In this prison, there are indeed people with gifted abilities who have tampered with the prisoners, making it impossible for them to leave the gate.
The obstacle is not in the cell, but at the gate.
It’s hard to run away now.
He needs a little more help.
…
Xizel opened his eyes, and everything in front of him returned to the moment when he had just taken out the prop book.
"Deduction complete, death is inevitable :)"
Xizel, who had just recovered from the severe pain and coma, said: "..."
He remained silent as he looked at the handwriting on the page in his hand, which even rhymed.
If this was not what he had exchanged for his precious remaining life, he would even doubt whether this thing called "Kleist's Wordless Book" was an enemy or a friend.
According to his understanding, this book is actually a save point. He only needs to tap the blank part three times with his knuckles, and the save time and place will appear on the page, indicating that the save is successful.
To read the game file, you don't need to take out the wordless book, you just need to die. It is simple, convenient and fast.
From the moment the file is loaded, everything he has experienced becomes the so-called "deduction". The wordless book will also record the process and give a high-level summary of the owner's experience.
In addition, as his bound item, it has a certain ability to confuse others' cognition and hide itself, and it will not be lost or damaged.
Of course, such a buggy thing also has side effects. If it is used too many times in a short period of time, it may cause a loss of sanity by billions of points - that is, it will have a certain impact on the sanity value.
After reviewing the situation, he put the book back into his earrings, reached out and tore open his collar, and sure enough, he saw a curse-like crack above his heart.
——I'm afraid this is the culprit that caused his death before he loaded the game, the product of someone's [talent].
This is also the reason why prison defenses are so lax and fearless.
This prison has a person with a gifted ability. His ability is probably to curse the prisoners. If the prisoners pass by a specific place, such as the prison gate, the curse will take effect, thereby punishing the prisoners and making them lose the ability to move quickly.
Perhaps they didn't expect that there would be a prisoner as fragile as César, who could be killed instantly by a curse.
Cesare regretfully changed his plans.
He was planning to grab the role of comic protagonist in advance.
So, this time, after killing the lone prison guard, he chose to take the bunch of keys with him, and while chatting with the lounge staff in a friendly manner, he asked a question:
"Hello, sir."
"Excuse me, how do I get to Xia Zuo Kaili's cell?"
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