A bathroom specially for small prisoners to shower.
The last stall is running water,
cold water cascades down green hair,
the water flows along a slender body, almost devoid of muscle contour, downward, rging into the drain.
Mr. Question Mark, one of the creators of this ga, is unexpectedly inside it.
He spreads his palms,
a piece of flesh with only line contour, like a halo, falls into his hand.
Thanks to the ntal cleanse brought by clear water, and the ntal dispersion in the showering situation.
Mr. Question Mark is deciphering secrets, he must decode this piece of flesh's secrets, otherwise such an existence is impossible to confront head-on.
However, today Mr. Question Mark has so emotional turmoil, even though cold water flows over him, it carries a distinct discomforting heat.
His deciphering is even affected, with inappropriate emotions continuously erging.
Snap.
A fist lightly hits the wall surface, both a vent and a way for him to calm down.
He understands very well the success rate of this ga is very low, soone is bound to die.
But the images from Hunter's side are hard for him to accept, Mr. Question Mark can't even comprehend why the Divine Status is stripped away, the pituitary crushed yet still standing up, able to bite off the opponent's essence flesh.
This,
Even he cannot possibly achieve,
regardless of biological angle or divinity basis, it doesn't make sense.
Only one thing is clear for Mr. Question Mark, Hunter gave everything.
"If only more ti..."
At this very mont,
Apart from the sound of showering, Mr. Question Mark seems to hear so other sound, faint sounds.
Hundreds of ters away from the bathroom entrance, soone walks in, even a voice is heard.
"Doo-da-da-doo~ humidity change, could anyone really be showering in such a dangerous ga? It should just be the valve mistakenly turned on."
Even if there's a chance of one in ten million, I have to take a peek.
What if there's a young beautiful lady inside, it would be such a delight."
A man disguised as a detective, with stockings over his head, is sneaking inside.
Sotis sticking to the wall, sotis crouching his body, hovering between professional and unprofessional, even sowhat comical.
However, in areas invisible to the naked eye, so deduction-related "lines" are spreading, covering the entire bathhouse, connecting all clues.
Reaching a conclusion.
[Most likely soone is showering in the last shower stall]
The man quickly slips past, at the mont of pushing the door, he fully opens his coat, exposing his body.
Unfortunately, there's nothing inside, only so traces of water remain.
Clues continue to link, only reaching strange answers - [?]
"Looks like sensing my arrival ahead of ti...very smart, even exceptionally smart folks, possibly smarter than all the brains in my collection room.
Ah, so excited. Even if you are male, I might not be able to resist."
He crouches, bringing his face close to the remaining water on the ground, through the stockings, gulps, his entire body subtly trembling.
...
Between prison corridors of several spatial layers.
"Wow...ah~ The human civilization created by the Prison Director really has its stuff, rocking chairs and televisions full of junk ads are simply sleep aids, haven't slept this well in ages.
That way, I'm in peak condition.
Apart from those two guys, and the boss yet to arrive, there's generally no threat to .
But fear encountering that maniac.
These young guys are really incredible, able to reach the Psychiatric Hospital unnoticed and unleash madness.
I truly don't want to experience another Old Era, it might even affect the boss's arrival, hopefully, I have better luck.
That lunatic never sleeps, surely my nesis."
Loose suit, leather briefcase, cheap tie.
The death row inmate called "Skin Bag Guest" is moving cautiously.
Even as a death row inmate, he appears more cautious, checking multiple tis every corridor he passes, every door he opens, ensuring safety.
Currently,
He stands before a door, his hand pressed on the door, a special dream force field expanding outward.
Suddenly, as if sensing sothing, he changes his previous cautious deanor, pushes the door to pursue.
The outside corresponds to a large passageway,
Such hundred-ter-level passages exist the most in Central Prison, extrely complex, forming a unique prison corridor system. Even if death row inmates escape their respective cells, they'll spend quite so ti in this corridor system.
Skin Bag Guest runs swiftly like a salesman, as though there's a custor ahead.
Indeed,
As he pursues, a relatively large figure gradually appears in front.
With a height of more than five ters, already this person's ultimate constraint state, otherwise, the overly terrifying body and aura exposed would easily scare off the target in advance.
After all, this ga is sowhat a one-way chase, before the showdown starts, it's crucial to suppress the aura, restrain killing intent.
He possesses a remarkably exaggerated inverted triangle physique, mountain-like muscles stacked on the back, the related contour seemingly capable of forming a skeleton skull.
Nurous scars remain on the body surface, seemingly irreparable, or intentionally preserved.
Tattered cloth trousers cover the lower body, comparatively less exaggerated than the upper body.
A pair of long tal boots personally customized by the Prison Director covers the feet, seemingly restricting movent, or perhaps special divine status treasure.
So disheveled black hair drapes over the back,
also carrying a large knife tightly bound with the shroud.
Sensing soone approaching behind, he slowly turns his "damaged" face, a large portion of his face has been gouged.
Like it was gouged by so palm, seeing multiple fingerprints almost covering the whole face.
His facial sensory structure is utterly destroyed, leaving only residual pits, irreparable, only the ears are sowhat functional.
"Deputy Prison Warden, good afternoon... May I ask if you noticed any madness along the way, or saw laughter graffiti. I suppose not, otherwise with your character, you'd probably suppress it?"
This muscular being is astonishingly called Deputy Prison Warden,
he lacks a mouth, even the language system is severely affected,
but he can still produce sound through muscle activity.
"Lu...Soth."
Skin Bag Guest seizes the chance to inquire, "Do you want to cooperate? The madness origin is hard to suppress, but if we join forces, maybe we can have certain impact.
Of course, the rules given by the Moon God only allow one-on-one.
By then, we'll have a wheel battle, whoever is selected first depends on luck."
The voice between muscles grows more coherent, "Encountering madness, you and I will die... evade it, handle it when the boss arrives, I'm chasing the 'Beast.'
According to my understanding of Central Prison,
The opponent's success in infiltrating must have Ito's internal aid, along with other reasons, among them, 'the returning Beast' has significant suspicion."
Skin Bag Guest tilts his head,
"Ah? That's the origin of the Beast, such pure beast nature can't possibly be enslaved, nor cause mischief inside the prison, its existence is destined to lack logic, only wildness.
Wait, Deputy Prison Warden, do you an... the real Beast isn't here?
That Beast returning to the Hunting Ground is fake? Impossible, who can disguise as the Primordial Beast?
But thinking carefully, indeed a problem exists, after all, sending this guy to handle matters should've annihilated most of them, their ga plan can't possibly advance so smoothly."
Sound emanates between moving muscles,
"Join in finding that Beast, we must completely eliminate the hidden threat, ensuring the boss's arrival. Should you encounter madness on the way, I need your ability for escape."
Skin Bag Guest makes an OK gesture.
At this mont,
At the front intersection of the passageway,
a silhouette of a girl walks past...
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