Chapter 151: Your Own Freedom (4)

Chapter 151: Your Own Freedom (4)

Chris' return to prison was like returning home.

When the other adventurers saw the jailers come in, they took a couple of seconds before realizing they had to squat on the ground, but Chris immediately squatted and covered his head upon seeing the jailers.

"He's a real pro at being in jail."

"So skilled."

"Trash, scum, psychopath. I hope the jailers take good care of Chris."

Some "friendly" comments floated across Chris's vision, but they didn't upset him. To him, the reactions of these commenters were laughably absurd. Because if these people were sent to the weird world, they probably wouldn't last three minutes.

Those who mock others are inferior to them.

Clang, clang, clang!

The jailer knocked on the cell door and loudly said, "It's labor time, everyone follow."

Chris obediently put on his handcuffs and shackles and used his spirit vision. Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

The jailers shimmered with a faint yellow light, posing some threat to him but not lethal. The entire prison glowed with a red light, indicating a constant threat to his life.

The power of the prison was irresistible, and if he wanted to stay alive, he shouldn't even dream of escaping.

But then... how could he achieve his own freedom?

Chris thought for a while, then shifted his gaze to the people around him, contemplating a method that would serve both purposes.

The quarry.

Chris, wielding a large hammer, directed twenty enslaved workers, increasing their work efficiency more than tenfold. He placed an evil spirit servant behind each slave, forcing them to mine.

The jailers watched Chris in amazement, all gathering around.

"How did you do that?"

"It's hard to explain to you," Chris pondered for a moment and said, "I can control evil spirits."

With that, Chris waved his hand.

Twenty evil spirit servants lined up behind him.

The jailers looked at each other, each appearing as if they had found a new toy. They jostled and vied to take Chris to their master.

"Hey, I discovered this talent first. Don't fight over it."

"He's part of our team; I should be the one to take him."

"I'm your leader; you all have to listen to me."

Chris smirked, knowing their squabbling was just to curry favor with their master. Each looked fierce and unkind, not the sort of people he wanted to collaborate with. He preferred dealing with a seemingly less intelligent jailer.

With this thought, Chris used his spirit servants to intimidate the three jailers in front of him.

The jailers fell silent, not daring to speak. Chris turned to the least favored jailer by the road, "Hey, you!"

"Me?"

The tide of the void instantly engulfed Gu Yi.

He took out the lighter and found the only passage amidst the chaos, charging through it.

Thud!

Gu Yi crashed into a strange place, dizzily getting up from the ground, with the void passage behind him.

"What the heck is this place?"

Gu Yi’s vision was clouded with blood. He looked up to see a big fat man with three pairs of horns lying on a bed, staring at him in astonishment.

Gu Yi immediately closed his eyes.

(The deduction begins!)

(The big fat man sat up on the bed, pointing at you angrily.)

(The big fat man: You filthy, lowly slave, why are you in my room!)

(You look around.)

(The room is lavishly decorated, seemingly a noble's dwelling. This fat man might be the head of the entire prison, possibly the slave master himself.)

(The fat man draws a sword from beside his bed and approaches you.)

(The sword thrusts towards your throat.)

(You instinctively dodge.)

(The fat man feints and quickly changes his move, aiming at your chest.)

(Instead of retreating, you advance, pulling out a fountain pen from the black orb and stabbing toward the fat man's eyes.)

(A golden light emanates from the sword, shielding the fat man's entire body.)

(The fat man closes his eyelids, and the pen can't even penetrate them.)

(He lets out a strange laugh and kicks towards your chest.)

(You are thrown against the wall, your right hand touching the void.)

(The pain is unbearable as your hand is swallowed by the void, and the black orb activates on its own.)

(You pull back your hand, finding that the orb has absorbed a large mass of the void's tide.)

(The fat man charges at you with his sword, aiming for another strike.)

(Instinctively, you extend your hand to block.)

(The void within the black orb instantly devours the sword.)

(Seizing the opportunity, you shove the black orb into the fat man's mouth.)

(With a bizarre yell, his head explodes into eight pieces.)

(A voice from the invigilator echoes in your ears.)