Before encountering the ninth Death Row Inmate, outside the Tomb of the Gods.
On the surface of a desolate, uninhabited planet, Mr. Question Mark set foot here.
He wasn't here to observe the hidden Primordial Beast, but rather, he used the special position of this planet to hide on the far side and et soone.
Although he had done so psychological preparation beforehand, he was still very surprised when they t.
At the edge of his vision,
a young girl was walking leisurely toward him, dressed similarly to when she was in Vortex Town.
Black high heels, thick stockings, a pencil skirt, a white shirt, and a signature smile. It seems she has been straining her eyes recently and is wearing glasses.
It was Wu Wen, the art teacher from Fourth Middle School.
But in Mr. Question Mark's eyes, the other party seed completely different, even indecipherable. The complexity of the brain grooves flowing beneath Wu Wen's skin was comparable to the Prison Director's right arm.
What's more terrifying is,
Mr. Question Mark also glimpsed within Wu Wen's body a strand that did not belong to her. A fresh red, capable of dyeing the world, spreading across the hills, he could not possibly be mistaken.
With this crimson support,
the other party seed capable of mimicking sothing that was previously impossible.
Wu Wen's state even made Question Mark let out a sigh of relief. He thanked her on the spot:
"Teacher Wu, Mr. Qu, thank you imnsely... this part is indeed crucial. With this link, the entire plan can proceed smoothly; otherwise, we would never catch up."
Wu Wen, however, responded calmly: "Even the Prison Director's remains have varied aspects. Although the brain is considered the most important part in our understanding, for the Prison Director, it was just a basic organ for cognition and storage.
Its importance is less than the right arm.
Lebeite is the key; we need to act swiftly and infiltrate quickly.
Even with special isolation asures set within the right arm by the Prison Director, it won't last long in an environnt like the Central Prison.
What plans does Mr. Question Mark currently have?"
"Can you currently disguise yourself as Death Row Inmates?"
Confronted with the question from Mr. Question Mark, Wu Wen paused slightly: "...Using the brain of the Prison Director, theoretically, it's possible, but I can't disguise out of nowhere. At least a piece of essential flesh is needed, preferably ranked lower, structurally pure, possessing a certain compatibility."
"That's perfect; currently, the Death Row Inmates guarding the periter of the Divine Tomb et your disguise requirents.
With Teacher Ma's ability, it's very likely to tear off a piece of flesh from the Death Row Inmates, which I will imdiately hand over to you.
At that ti, you can directly disguise as having successfully hunted and head to the Central Prison; we will do everything possible to confine this Beast here until the action begins."
Wu Wen nodded in agreent, choosing to trust Mr. Question Mark unconditionally.
Then Mr. Question Mark posed another question: "By the way, Teacher Wu. Since you've successfully inherited the brain, have you fully acquired the prisoners' mories?"
"Partially acquired, but the top three Death Row Inmates are conceptually sealed. After all, the Prison Director has been dead for so long, the mories are starting to loosen.
The other prisoners have so mories, but I can't reveal them without exposing our location."
Mr. Question Mark naturally understood the issue of being unable to speak, "Hmm... What I an is, based on these mories, do you have a definite target?"
"Yes."
"Is it difficult?"
"Very difficult, but there is an opportunity."
"Good, then. Please, Teacher Wu and Mr. Qu, if the plan goes smoothly, Moon God and I will jointly formulate the ga rules. I hope your position becos the breakthrough point and gains an advantage."
Wu Wen responded with a faint smile.
Just as Mr. Question Mark was about to leave, she softly inquired, "How is Luo Di?"
"Doing well."
…
[Central Prison]
Enclosed by the rule set by the Moon God Worm, along with the inherent solid characteristics of the prison, it was unexpectedly slashed open.
Luckily, the quantity of worms is nearly infinite, filling the gap within three seconds; otherwise, if Death Row Inmates took the chance to break in, the situation would be extrely dangerous.
Among the dust,
the previously excessively muscular Deputy Prison Warden disappeared.
What replaced him was a humanoid individual exuding a youthful aura, wielding a long blade, standing slightly taller than average, roughly around 2.3 ters.
Not exaggerated muscles, just a sculpted physique with a flawless contour, releasing a copious amount of blood steam from the pores.
By the indentations carved from his face, it is clear this is Bergen, the Deputy Prison Warden.
This is him in his youthful pri.
In his hand was a long blade nad [Taboo], which was once the forr tenth Death Row Inmate, and the only non-living Divine God imprisoned in Central Prison.
The origin of this blade remains unknown to this day.
At the ti, a prison guard squad on an external mission went missing when passing a particular planet. The Prison Director, realizing the severity of the situation, descended to the planet as an Avatar.
Even the Prison Director's Avatar was gravely wounded, but eventually managed to bring the Taboo Blade housed within the planet's core in an unknown temple back to the prison.
The blade inherently possesses chaotic consciousness, actively slashing any approaching individuals,
too dangerous for anyone to wield, marked with a Death Row Inmate label by the Prison Director and consequently sealed.
Now, Bergen, an old-era genius, managed to obtain and completely wield it.
This so-called Taboo did not exhibit any exaggerated form, nor was it ensconced in any Divine God lore.
On the surface, it appeared to be a "damaged long blade."
The slender blade was riddled with various nicks, and the blade was very thin, seemingly vulnerable to breaking with little force.
The sword guard seed to have been repaired multiple tis, possibly due to its sharpness being so potent that it was damaged during use multiple tis.
The handle was wrapped in densely packed white bandages, sothing seed to be crawling out of the bandage seams and connecting with Bergen's hand grasping the blade.
This is the fifth Death Row Inmate.
The strongest prison guard of the old era, ticulously selected by the Prison Director, paired with the only non-living Death Row Inmate, coexisting.
However,
Wu Wen also happened to have two individuals; this duel seed rather fair.
She looked at the half of her body that was slashed open,
The seemingly smooth cut surface nonetheless retained other things, as the nicks on the blade cut the flesh, forbidden runes were inscribed on the surface.
These runes correspond precisely to the aning of "Death."
Anything slain by it would be utterly erased, quietly disappearing; even the concept itself would not exist.
However…
A face erged from the wound,
Following an extension of countless tiny flesh fibers, endless, unremitting, relying solely on the volu to nd the wound, countering the Taboo.
[Forced Regeneration]
Body restored,
Wu Wen maintained her smiling expression, staring straight at the approaching Deputy Prison Warden, who might strike with horrific slashes at any mont.
She, however, wasn't flustered at all, even seeming unusually excited upon seeing the Taboo blade's form.
Suddenly,
the Deputy Prison Warden began to accelerate, tightening his calves, a speed burst.
The sheer physical power almost made the entire space vibrate; seemingly a normal person's body now imposing more than before.
Instantaneously, he closed in on Wu Wen's front,
holding the blade vertically for a slash!
About to slice open the prison, set to behead the young girl ahead.
Suddenly, Bergen seed to sense sothing extrely dangerous. He forcibly interrupted the slashing motion, even though such an interruption injured his arm.
Abort the slash, stomp to retreat.
His face, carved with indentations, "curiously" stared at the young girl, witnessing a change occurring in her.
The girl's arm was fractalizing,
Nurous seemingly redundant fingers erged from beneath the skin, and the fingertips continued to grow palm structures, infinitum.
The overall size remained unchanged, not destroying Wu Wen's coherence.
This was the structure of the Prison Director,
At the ti, what wrecked Bergen's face was precisely such a hand, the hand of the Prison Director.
"Mimicry of All Things.Defines the Prison Director… cough, cough cough!"
Maximum Divinity release, all flesh supporting, the Prison Director's brain operating at high frequency, Wu Wen's mouth continuously coughed up blood and flesh residues, her physical burden completely maxed out.
This was Wu Wen's greatest reliance for daring to hunt Bergen and precisely why Mr. Question Mark was astonished; it was one of the trump cards in the ga's victory.
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