Chaos Jail - Middle Area End Section.
Even the small holes on Green’s body were exuding a liquid similar to sweat.
At this current depth, Han Dong still hadn’t been found, and the situation was starting to feel off.
The prisoners wandering at this depth were all at the "Mythical Peak," mixed with intensely mad individuals.
Moreover, they had been in the Chaos Jail for a long ti, developing adaptive ans to the sensory-blocking environnt, giving them a significant geographical advantage over outsiders.
Even Green might be in danger.
At this mont, Mr. Fog’s face ford a stern expression between the glass jar of his head:
"Below is the [Deep Prison],
though there are only a dozen or so prisoners held below, each has reached the King Level... They can effectively resist the sensory blocking of the jail using their ’King Domain,’ maintaining normal perception within at least a ten-ter range.
Nicholas would certainly be dood if he were down there.
Not to ntion, six months have already passed.
Gray, is there any possibility that the homology sense you’re getting is due to Nicholas having been completely absorbed or entirely enslaved?"
Gray Walker, however, replied calmly:
"Let’s continue downward; we must verify whether he’s dead or alive, don’t we? Perhaps there will be an interesting turn of events."
Continue downward.
The umbilical cords connecting the layers had turned black, with even the mark of the Goat Mother left on their surface, making the restriction stronger.
The [Deep Prison] was slightly different from the area above.
It was no longer divided into smaller sections but connected to a massive space at the bottom of the Abyss.
Aside from the standard prison materials, it also utilized Chaos Tentacles from the Supre Ones, ensuring that the ’Old King’ confined here could not escape.
As the mist began to spread on this level.
Mr. Fog’s face, within his glass jar head, ford a look of astonishnt,
as if he had detected Nicholas moving on this level, yet sohow hadn’t fully captured him.
"What’s... what’s going on?"
The expression that made Mr. Fog express such incomprehensible states was sothing Green saw for the first ti.
Gray asked, "Fog, have you captured Nicholas? And how is he? He hasn’t been controlled or turned into a servant, right?"
"Co with ; from the information returned by the mist alone, I cannot ascertain Nicholas’s specific situation... what’s happening here is sothing I’ve never seen."
When everyone traced the perception through the mist to find a location.
Bang bang bang! A continuous and pure sound of bodies striking each other echoed,
accompanied by a surge of madness, making even Green beco curious and eager to go up and check the situation.
Before their eyes,
The deep-layer prisoners, who should have been scattered in different areas, had all gathered here,
Not only did they not beco chaotic, they instead ford a neat circle,
Their pupils filled with curiosity, madness, and excitent; a different emotion was filling their consciousness, suppressing violent, cruel, and other negative desires.
Within the circle ford by the prisoners, a special 1V1 combat match was taking place,
Both sides abandoned abilities, tools, techniques, and other ’outer’ factors,
and engaged in a purely primal and frenzied battle of bodies.
One of the combatants was Nicholas.
Although the opponent had reached the [The King] level,
since all externals were abandoned, even King-class Domains and spiritual pressure couldn’t be used in the match, the gap between them was not particularly large.
The most important point.
Han Dong was quite experienced in combat, having often won the ’Monthly Tragedy Title’ within the Black Tower... As a result, even though they seed evenly matched, in reality, Han Dong was able to deliver more effective strikes.
Another thing to note was "Han Dong’s state."
The Han Dong here was no longer in human form,
but a [Faceless One] with its arms drooped in front,
adapting to his opponent’s mode every minute, gradually perfecting an "invisible state," almost avoiding all the damage brought by the fight.
...
Pure and subdued sounds of body punching continued to echo throughout the Abyss.
With each effective hit by the combatants,
The onlookers would erupt in loud cheers, their most primal desires being stirred up...
The maddening aura released by everyone, under the influence of the fights, fused into one, vaguely creating an abyssal fighting ring, constantly stimulating and fernting the madness within everyone’s body.
"What exactly is this?"
Mr. Fog’s "Embodint in the Jar," as the guardian of Chaos Jail, had never encountered such a situation in his thousand-year tenure.
To the extent that now, he was urgently trying to understand why the "Deep Prison" had beco like this.
Pop!
An arm ford from condensed mist stretched out from his cloak, seizing the nearest onlooking prisoner.
Gurgle gurgle~
Condensed liquid mist swiftly drilled into the prisoner’s skull through the face’s pore hole, and after a series of penetrations and transcriptions,
The mist, embedded with the brain’s mory, seeped out of the prisoner’s skull, constructing one mory image after another in the air, displaying the experiences of this period.
About one and a half months ago.
The Faceless One - Han Dong, arrived at the Deep Prison in an enigmatic, completely environnt-blended state.
Just as Han Dong, as a newcor, was being watched by many prisoners,
He suddenly perford a series of bizarre actions.
In the absence of an opponent, Han Dong began ’fighting himself’... At first glance, it seed foolish, but upon closer inspection, it was definitely not self-mutilation.
Han Dong imrsed himself in the midst of combat,
incorporating all the techniques, experiences, and purity he had learned in the [Combat Club] into his formless state,
identifying himself as the opponent, conducting an incredibly high-standard ’self-combat.’
So keenly observing prisoners vaguely glimpsed the two youths engaging in a high-level mutual brawl.
With the progression of ’self-combat,’ surges of madness never before ’tasted’ by the prisoners began to emanate, gradually attracting them towards it.
Rather than devour the newcor,
they were more eager to engage in this never-before-experienced combat,
with one participant attracting more and more prisoners to join in,
beginning daily, systematically engaging in combat, whether through observation or personal experience, making the dull confinent life interesting.
Moreover, during these all-abandoning fights, they could sense subtle changes within themselves, a long-missed ’sense of growth’ seed to return.
The barriers between them gradually dissolved with each punch landing on flesh.
So prisoners skilled in healing even voluntarily took on the work of dical care, considering everyone as a group, as a ’Combat Club.’
"Nicholas, this guy... quite remarkable!"
Mr. Fog, after understanding the events, gave a very high evaluation.
Gray Walker silently watched everything before him, a satisfied smile cracking across his face.
Green, who was supposed to be beside him, had already squeezed into the ’crowd,’
Following the end of the previous combat match, Green voluntarily applied to be the next contestant.
Though this was irregular, many prisoners there knew of Green’s identity and also sensed that two ’big shots’ were standing on the periphery.
Moreover, as the founder, Han Dong did not refuse, ’watching’ Green with the Faceless Aspect.
"Co on~ Nicholas!
Over the past six months, I too haven’t rested much, continuously undergoing high-intensity battles, my condition should be similar to yours... Let try this most primal bodily collision!"
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