I thought it over and chose not to let my divine sense slip into my own body.
Given his power, if he decided to forcibly take control, I wouldn't have any way to fight back.
"Screw it, let's just drop it. I've already wasted too much ti." I grumbled.
Over the following days.
The contraption attached to my body vanished without explanation.
This left feeling rather confused all of a sudden.
Was it possible that... the blood inside had zero impact whatsoever?
Right then, Garcia Coleman stepped in from the outside.
He looked at and smirked coldly, "Mason, make the most of your remaining days."
My eyes narrowed a fraction.
I stayed quiet, but I already had a pretty good idea of what was happening.
"Looks like my blood didn't do anything." I said, testing him.
When this ca up, Garcia's expression suddenly soured.
I noticed his face change and took a guess, "Maybe my blood only affects Alberto Sean?"
At those words, Garcia's face grew even darker!
"Seems I hit the nail on the head." I couldn't stop myself from laughing.
"Keep your mouth shut! If you're eager to die faster, I can arrange that!" Garcia gripped the bars and yelled furiously.
I laughed coldly, "I don't have long anyway. What's there to fear?"
Garcia ground his teeth, took a sharp breath, and jabbed his finger at , "We'll see how long you stay cocky!"
With that threat, Garcia spun around and left.
Once he was gone, the other inmates started talking, "Mason, why pick fights with him? We're at his rcy here. If you just said sothing nice, you might buy yourself more ti."
I gave a bitter laugh, "I'm different from you all. No matter what I say, he's not letting walk out of here."
Everyone fell silent at once.
After a pause, soone tried to comfort , "Mason, don't overthink it. Maybe things will shift in a few days."
"Right, once we're free, we'll stick with you!"
I grinned and replied, "Sounds good! I'll see you all on the outside then!"
Nobody knew that Garcia had zero plans of letting anyone go.
...
In the days that followed, with the device gone, my body started healing bit by bit.
The spiritual energy in this place was incredibly thin, making physical recovery painfully slow.
Even though I had several Dharma Treasures stashed on , pulling them out would almost certainly get them spotted.
"To hell with it, I'm done playing it safe." I muttered under my breath.
"If I can get my body back in working order over the next few days, I might have a shot at getting out."
So when darkness fell, I carefully pulled out the spiritual stone.
The second the spiritual stone erged, a brilliant flash lit up the cell.
My face shifted, and I quickly shoved the spiritual stone between my teeth.
Luckily, this action didn't draw much notice, and I could finally relax.
It took nearly the whole night to absorb the spiritual stone.
But my body had taken too much punishnt, and the device had done serious harm to my system.
Even with the spiritual stone, the healing process crawled along.
"Going at this pace, it'll be weeks before I'm back to full strength." I thought with frustration.
I stared up at the device overhead, and fury burned even hotter in my chest.
I drew in a deep breath, forcing my emotions under control.
In the prison cell, the other inmates started sharing stories about their lives.
From east to west, from past to present.
They seed to have adjusted to this existence - boring but calm.
I would sotis jump into their casual conversations, and the days passed without incident.
That particular day.
While the prisoners were having their usual chat, the door burst open suddenly.
For whatever reason, I felt a wave of dread wash over .
Looking up, I watched Garcia stride in with purpose.
Walking next to him was soone else.
That soone was Iris Darren!
"Iris Darren?!" My expression shifted.
What was he doing here?
I knew about Iris Darren's reputation.
Word was that he'd absorbed the inner power and consciousness of countless fighters, bringing misery to the entire martial world!
Was it possible... he had his eye on the prisoners locked up here?
"You can all step outside now." Garcia gestured, clearing everyone out.
Iris looked around the area, like he was counting the inmates in the cell.
Before long, Iris's attention landed on .
"Hmm? Who might this be?" Iris Darren stared at and asked.
Garcia answered, "That's Mason Raymond."
"Oh?" Iris's interest sparked imdiately.
He covered the distance in quick steps and approached , wearing a slight smile, "So you're Mason Raymond?"
My eyes narrowed a bit, but I kept my mouth shut.
Iris spoke casually, "You know, I really should be grateful to you. Without you, I probably never would've broken free from the Immortal Slaying Sect..."
Hearing that, I couldn't help but laugh, "So you're in my debt. When are you planning to settle up?"
"In your debt?" Iris cocked an eyebrow and chuckled, "That works. If you're willing to serve under , I might think about it."
"Iris Darren, don't let this slick Mason Raymond fool you," Garcia warned from the sidelines.
Iris paid him no mind and watched , apparently waiting for my response.
Rather than answering, I said, "Iris Darren, aren't you worried about getting locked up again? You should watch your step."
"Locked up again? Hahahaha!" When he heard this, Iris exploded with laughter.
"Who in this world has the power to contain ? I'm going to rebuild the Immortal Slaying Sect, and it'll still reign supre."
Iris's voice carried total confidence and arrogance.
"Is that so?" I couldn't resist sneering.
"Iris Darren, let share so unfortunate news with you."
Iris lifted his eyebrows, signaling for to go on.
I moved closer to the bars and said carefully, "The masked woman is still breathing."
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