269: Chapter 257: Special Prison Cell 269: Chapter 257: Special Prison Cell Luo Di’s sensitivity increased as his pituitary was replenished, and he could feel that this man, paralyzed from the waist down and incapable of sitting up by himself, was very strong.
The throne illusion he just saw was an effect produced by a certain aura the man released.
Different from anyone he had ever t, frighteningly strong.
He was only in this condition due to so reason, and could not even have prosthetics installed.
It could be confird that this man had no connection with True Hell, but he was strongly associated with killing, war, and physical combat, which intensely triggered Luo Di’s spine reaction.
Now, Luo Di could truly be at ease.
Just as Mr.
Hook had said.
If it really is a World Anchor similar to Fifth Hospital and related to Spine, within a few years, the Hell Gate would be completed, and the troops would be pressing in.
At least there was no need to consider such a dangerous situation.
…
As instructed by the Prison Director, the guards waited outside the door.
Only the two of them remained in the office.
The powerful voice emanated from the Prison Director’s battered and shriveled body: “Is the slaughter in Moon City more exhilarating, or is a one-on-one pure physical fight in the Fighting Hall more satisfying?”
Luo Di, dressed in prison clothes, did not respond, just indifferently watched the Prison Director.
“Your mouth might not answer, but your body has given an answer…
Good, you are the prisoner I need.
Speak~ your real purpose for coming here, don’t think I don’t know, you voluntarily suggested coming to my prison.”
“I need to connect the world here.”
The Prison Director imdiately understood the aning of this statent, “It seems the atmosphere in my prison matches your world well…
I can provide the conditions, but I don’t just shelter prisoners here, even if you are specially regarded by higher authority, even if they only temporarily label you as a Death Row Inmate while waiting for the storm to pass.
You need to be valuable to both the World Bureau and to .
I am very satisfied with what you did in Moon City.
I am also very satisfied with your performance in the Fighting Hall.”
As he spoke, the Prison Director used his only functioning right hand to project a video of Luo Di’s underground combat.
“So, I will relax my demands on you appropriately, you will participate in an ‘Old Town Fight’ every month, and it needs to be even better than your performance in the Fighting Hall.
No need to worry about your opponent, I will naturally arrange for sufficiently strong guys, or possibly a lee.”
“A fight?”
“Yes, otherwise why did you think the death row inmates here are so obedient?
Most prisoners are kept here by mutual selection, I do not serve the World Bureau for nothing.”
“I’m not sure if I can participate in the first month, the upcoming World Connection will be a very important phase, and it might also require a lot of ti.”
“For a special death row inmate like you, I can offer an advance—you handle your own affairs first.
Just co to participate afterward, as long as the performance is thrilling enough, all dues will be written off.”
“Thank you.”
“I will arrange the most suitable cell for you, co sign here.”
A docunt already drawn up was laid on the desk.
Luo Di moved forward, picked up the pen, and was just about to sign his na when-
The Prison Director in his chanical wheelchair lifted his emaciated right arm with various infusion needles attached, laboriously clenched his fist.
It was like the movent of an elderly person, slow and weak.
Clasping his fist, he slowly approached Luo Di,
From the speed, it was hard to tell whether it was a punch or so kind of friendly gesture.
Click!
The tongue heavily knocked against the mouth cavities, even causing the jaws to swell a bit red.
Luo Di’s hair began to flutter,
Driven by intense survival instincts, his spine,
Body temperature soared,
Carrying his body rapidly backward, instantly reaching the office door several ters away, his entire body pressed against the door, dripping with cold sweat.
After Luo Di completed such an escape, the Prison Director’s punching action still hadn’t finished, slowly stretching to the furthest extent, more of a body stretch than a punch.
“Impressive bodily reaction, no wonder upper managent considers you a ‘Blade’ to remove the repulsive tumors they’ve planted in Moon City.”
“What exactly…”
Luo Di’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe what had just happened.
The opponent’s punch, though slow and feeble in appearance, seed to cover his entire field of vision, and touching it ant instant death.
Luo Di even fantasized about his body being splattered all over, with only the tal spine barely intact.
The Prison Director neither disclosed his na nor offered any explanation, just maintained a smile:
“We will have a long ti to get to know each other…
you just need to know, the prison is under my control.”
“Okay.”
Luo Di was led to his cell by a waiting prison guard.
Click!
As the office door closed, a bout of severe coughing erupted from inside.
The wheelchair detected an anomaly in the subject’s health and imdiately raised a mist-like face mask, stabilizing the Prison Director’s condition.
“Cough cough~ The essence of a Demon, the concretization of a Murderer, yet he harbors a heart tainted but still clinging to humanity…
Can such a youth actually erge from this country?
It seems it’s not too bad after all.”
…
“This is my cell?”
Luo Di’s cell was isolated at the very end of a corridor, completely segregated from other Death Row Inmates’ cells, accessible only through a long hallway.
Even the door of the cell was different.
There were no bars or food slots, just a tightly sealed tal door, imperable to any draft.
The Iron Gate opened.
Luo Di thought that the “pleasant conversation” he had with the Prison Director might earn him a cell resembling a fancy hotel room, but it was quite the opposite.
The room in front of him could hardly be called a cell, it was more aptly described as a “tiny black room,” probably used specifically to detain those who committed serious offenses within the prison.
A re 10 square ters of cubic space,
no electric lights,
no bathroom,
no bed,
only a tal torture chair was placed here, with a structure resembling a tal headgear behind it, much like those used on electric chairs to tornt prisoners.
Next to the torture chair, there was an infusion device,
and a fully tallic structure robot maid standing inactive in the corner of the room.
Before Luo Di could inquire, the prison guard beside him started explaining:
“This chair can greatly amplify your Consciousness Projection, facilitating your connection with the world.
This fine piece is brought by the Prison Director from the Capital City; it hasn’t been used in a long ti.
During your connection to the world,
the infusion device will periodically inject a sufficient amount of nutrients according to the needs of your body.
This robot, produced by Atomic Military Industry, will take care of your physical cleanliness and physiological excretion.”
“Got it.”
“Mr.
Di, would you like to start connecting to the world now, or do you need so rest?
If you need to rest, your regular cell is not too far, I can lead you there.”
“I have rested enough in the Capital City, let’s start now.”
All shackles on Luo Di were removed, replaced by full-body restraints from the tal chair, and the cage-like headgear locked onto his head.
“Mr.
Di, let know when you’re ready.”
“Ready.”
Switch activated.
An imdiate micro-pulsed current acted on the brain, and due to his tal spine, Luo Di’s entire spine received a similar activation.
The current wasn’t stimulating at all; rather, it felt like it nourished his consciousness.
The entire spine also beca active, eager to fulfill the rendezvous in Hell.
Luo Di no longer resisted, pulled out all the tentacles blocking his cervical spine, responding to the long-abandoned call of Hell.
Buzz!
“Consciousness Projection – Outer Realm Spine”
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