Chapter 79
In the comic story with Xia Zuo as the protagonist, when he decides to continue the battle, the focus will definitely be on the tense and more youthful battle plot, 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 ask for them.
Moreover, 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 the Eastwood Prison for the Insane, but will not think that Christine is dead.
They might even feel that even César is not dead.
César 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 will said with mixed feelings, "you've forced yourself into a role that's so 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 was unable to take her away. He only obtained more intelligence 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 met 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 it gave the answer, it still didn't know what was wrong.
The black-haired boy blinked and remained noncommittal.
The comic will felt even more that something was wrong when it saw this scene. It repeatedly recalled what was wrong with its own words, and then it found 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 respond 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. 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 he realized; he'd always known the comic's attitude was changing, but it seemed oblivious to it. The vague apprehension and inextinguishable fear he'd felt when they'd first met him weren't something that could simply fade away with time.
The memory of the comic's will is fading, especially the part about him.
It could 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 comic 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 moment, it spoke softly, "...You're right. I can't hold on for much longer. Once I disappear, the world's collapse will accelerate."
The love of readers in another world can alleviate its urgent needs to a certain extent. In fact, it is equivalent to a low-end power of faith. That is 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 give Xia Zuo enough time to grow until he can awaken the gods.
It is indeed urgent.
However, as its power erodes, its cognition and memory gradually fade, and eventually it will forget its mission. This is why the world collapses faster and faster towards the end—a vicious cycle.
The manga 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, pushing 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 clearly divided into sections with different duties. Every vicious prisoner has his own number and is referred to by his number.
After figuring out the prison pattern and map, César called Ben over and asked, "What would you do when a warden takes office in the past?"
Ben bowed his head and replied respectfully, "Eastwood Insane Prison has been without a warden for fifteen years. Everything here continues to operate according to previous instructions. The previous warden took office without much fanfare, but instead 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 likely the warden would have any chance to expose any weaknesses.
But what if... the warden's ability is strong enough, so strong that he can 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."
He also understood that Eastwood had the absolute ability to prevent them from escaping, but at the same time, the enormous cost of running the prison necessitated the daily input of these people's powerful talents. Therefore, they couldn't simply separate and imprison them; necessary reward mechanisms and entertainment systems were still necessary.
Instead of letting them go out to harm society, Eastwood had to negotiate with them.
"Not every prisoner has access to the prison's communal dining room," Ban 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 Lunatic Prison 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 all kinds of neurological disorders.
"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 negligible, he raised his eyes, endured the discomfort and irritability of being enveloped by 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 delivery person. 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 lunch 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 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 wasn't suppressed within this prison, he would have been able to spread his violent and frenzied illusion particles through the air conversion system. Even with the layers of detection and mitigation devices inside, he couldn't stop him, driving the entire prison into a frenzy.
His power should be all-pervasive.
The man suddenly remembered something and finished his lunch happily.
Tomorrow is the end of my imprisonment.
After staying here for so long, with the passage of time and the improvement of his talent, his strength can be put to some use.
Time to have some fun~
Last time, he caused the deaths of seven prisoners and the loss of prison property, and was locked up in a cell for four months. So this time, let's try these prison guards and staff~
Female prisoner area.
A woman with long wavy golden hair sat lazily on the bed, her limbs covered with powerful muscles, her eyebrows were deep, but there was a scar running across her brow bone. In her hand was a cigarette, which should never be allowed to appear.
The prison guard nearby saw this scene and carefully checked the surveillance footage to find out that it was just smoke. He was used to it and stopped trying to stop it.
Anyway, it won't cause any trouble. The woman is numbered 2198, and her talent is "equivalent exchange". She probably used a small item she got from somewhere to "exchange" for this small cigarette.
If it were her heyday, she could even move an entire 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 has a huge influence among the prisoners.
After so many years, as long as she didn't resort to exchanging dangerous items, the prison guards generally wouldn't offend her too much. Of course, under the special environment of Eastwood, she didn't often use this ability.
But today, another prison guard came over, saw this scene, frowned, and said in a businesslike manner:
"2198, surrender the prohibited items and increase your labor time by twenty minutes today."
The woman was not annoyed when she heard this. She took a deep puff of her cigarette and casually threw the 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, 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.
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