The Guild Building as previously stated was huge beyond belief. However, Once one entered from the gate they were welcomed by a normal-sized hall with a teleporter in the middle.
This didn't mean that the hall was small, No, it was by itself huge however compared to the building, it was like a small room.
To the Left of the Hall, there was the counter, To the right was another counter but this one was a pub where one could buy something to eat or drink.
Then, right in front of the gate, The first thing you see is a massive holographic board. This was where quests were situated.
All one had to do was to go to the board for the first time and connect it to the bracelet, after that the missions related to your profession, your progress, tasks, and everything can be seen without you ever having to come to the Guild once again.
But, there was staff on the left to help with small problems like forming your party, looking for members, questions, emergencies, selling your loot, and also to keep the Legacy of the Guild not directly making it completely advanced and forgetting their origin.
Draco did what he had to do and looked at the Holographic image that appeared on his bracelet.
"Hello, Owner! It's me Dreadful, I took over the bracelet to make things easier for you!" A voice was suddenly heard and Draco was amused at how they did things here, but, it wouldn't last for long.
"That's good, Look for a suitable mission for me." Draco ordered.
"Very Well, Owner. Would you like me to look for a team for you to join?" Dreadful asked.
"No need, I'm going solo, Look for a Peak Transcendent or Lord of Law level task, preferably the Latter." Draco asked.
"Are you sure, Owner?" Dreadful slightly confused at what Draco someone who just entered the prison not too long ago was saying.
"Don't ask too many questions and do what I say." Draco ordered.
"Alright, Host!" Dreadful shut up.
A few seconds later, the Holograph appeared again.
"I found 291 Suitable Quests, Owner. What would you like your Mission to be? Subjugation, Extermination, Exploration, Sur-"
"Extermination." Draco replied.
"That takes it to 31 Suitable Missions, 12 Of which are Lord of Law level." Dreadful replied.
"That's it?" Draco asked slightly surprised that a 1 Light-Year sized Station and such a Massive Prison only had this many suitable Missions.
But then again, it made sense.
"Indeed, Owner. These are all Today's Missions as yesterday's were all taken." It replied.
"I see. Show me the Quests." Draco ordered and a second later the holograph changed to show the available quests that Draco browsed through.
Then his eyes flashed with white thunder and he said.
"Mhm." Zero in Dreadful's 'Body' replied.
She was still next to Draco in her body and at the same time controlling Dreadful.
This way nobody's going to spy on him.
He had many ways he could have done that, but, he chose this one because it would benefit him the most.
What's better than a Nigh-Omniscient Existence gaining access to every Information about the entirety of Portalia and its upper echelons?
Indeed!
'And now... The roles have changed!' Draco thought with a smile.
"Zero!" Draco called.
[It should use 25 {Chaotic Teleportations}, Host!]
"Let's do it." Draco nodded and started teleporting.
He could already sense the Army Approaching and he had to act fast before he would have no way back.
25 Teleportation Later, Draco appeared within an area of the Prison that wasn't like the rest.
Here... There were rivers! Dark misty rivers!
Here... There were trees! Hard Dark Trees!
Here... There was Death! Cold Ruthless Death!
Draco could smell it, he could feel it with every ounce of his being, and he had to say it was very rejuvenating.
Using his Senses he could see not 3 but Hundreds of Filthy.
They took this place as their home, Standing Still waiting for prey to pounce on.
Draco smiled as he saw how the closest ones to him sensed him and started vanishing in and out of existence while approaching him at Light Speed.
'This is bound to be fun.' Draco thought as he cracked his fists and neck.
A second later he noticed something... Something strange... Something that shouldn't be.
There weren't 3 Lords of Law Filthy... There were 10!
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