Chapter 782: 780: One Month
Huff... Ha...
The purple airflow nearly pushed all the thorns out of his neck, and just as they were about to be completely removed, Yi Chen imdiately halted his breathing.
He only needed to ensure that the "Breathing Skill" could expel the thorn collar;
however, having just entered prison, it was not yet ti for removal.
[Wait for the Right Mont]
This was an important ability Yi Chen had learned before his death. Apparently simple, waiting actually required an almost endless patience, as so opportunities often needed long periods of seemingly useless waiting, during which many would experience emotional fluctuations and fail to pinpoint the exact mont.
Using the skill of shrinking bones, he slipped his hands back into the handcuffs,
Yi Chen once again returned to the appearance a sinner should have, lying alone on the bed.
He did not feel bored at all;
a deep mory box was slowly opening, and his thoughts once again returned to before his death, back to the scene of being sent to the death row of the World Prison. .
He had also worn a collar at that ti, and the inner ring even had multiple thin needles inserted into his neck, ready to inject a brain suppressant if he dared harbor any thoughts of resistance.
Not only that,
Yi Chen also wore a specifically designed corset, bound to a standing cart, moving forward in the death row under the escort of several supervisors,
The cells in the World Prison were set at least a hundred ters apart from each other and had multiple barriers, each staffed by professionals responsible for their monitoring.
Each cell varied in size and design, and even the materials used were quite precious.
Though Yi Chen did not turn his head to look, he could feel that each cell harbored a pair of terrifying eyes watching him.
As the youngest death row inmate,
Yi Chen was eventually locked in a room styled like a youth hostel, spacious and comfortable, they even provided him with an internet-accessible computer, various books for entertainnt, even gaming consoles, air conditioning, fans, and even various sodas in the fridge.
But Yi Chen, staying inside, apart from reading so books on philosophy and drinking water, did nothing else;
he did not use the computer to contact the outside world,
Having completed his revenge on the orphanage, he was in a state of desirelessness, and since human society had sentenced him to "death," Yi Chen’s only thought now was to wait for the arrival of death.
The high-ups of the World Prison kept an eye on Yi Chen’s behavior, clearly seeing his determination to seek death and his absolute purity.
On the day of the execution,
After Yi Chen had his last lavish al, what awaited him was not execution, but a top-secret docunt, hoping that Yi Chen, as a "death row inmate," could participate in a special experint.
Of course, the World Prison also offered a condition that was very interesting and hard for Yi Chen to refuse;
he quickly signed the experint agreent.
The na of the experint was - "Cross-plane Consciousness Projection"
[One Month]
Yi Chen, as a sinner, obediently spent one month under the ladder of sin,
He used every torture implent brought to him daily by himself,
Additionally, the tasks specially arranged by "Princess" Angelica, including aiding monks in suppressing so disobedient sinners with tal injections and cleaning certain filthy sewer areas, etc., he perford them all perfectly, not fearing dirt or fatigue, even working more efficiently than the monks.
The performance of Yi Chen satisfied the monks of that layer;
after becoming familiar with him, they would leave after delivering the daily torture tools and co back to collect them when they had ti.
Moreover, the monks overseeing him also knew that Yi Chen was here because he had killed a despicable priest deserving of his fate;
they tried to assign him relatively easy torture tools whenever possible.
Gradually,
The mont Yi Chen had been waiting for finally ripened.
...
At the sa ti,
A month had already passed since William’s performance set up on the False Moon,
The threat nad "Evil" had begun to spread across the Old World, sowhat reducing internal strife there, while the rate of world infection was gradually accelerating.
All source epidemic areas, major organizations, and companies were waiting for the completion of the world infection, preparing to embrace the new rules bestowed by the infected world, starting to breed copiously, relocate bases, etc.
At the sa ti,
The Fear Circus was also conducting highly efficient categorized performances, garnering fear from around the world;
currently, the monthly departnt submission of fear value rankings was:
"Circus," "Clown House," "Theater," "Magic Troupe," "Zoo"
After a month of transition, the number of people who ca to watch the performances at the theater relying on the False Moon decreased and was imdiately surpassed by the Clown House.
Not only that, but the Clown House’s fear value even approached that of the Circus, seeming to pioneer an entirely new mode of performance.
After that performance, Art seed to undergo so change in his mindset as well;
his style of operation beca nastier, more reckless of consequences.
Monks were even active within the Old World, searching for the Clown House’s location, ready to deploy the Great Prison Monk as soon as they confird it.
The monks also reached the previously visited "Yu City" by the Clown House, where it was now deserted, leaving only a few bodies hanging from the city gates, their arms swinging left and right due to internal gears, as if they had anticipated the monks’ investigation and were greeting them.
During this month,
a small organization nad "Smile Fan Club" mysteriously appeared simultaneously in several towns across the Old World, often renting modest underground spaces and operating at night.
Strangely, these extrely remote underground locations attracted nurous visitors each night without any advertising or promotion.
These people seed to have dreamt of the Smile Fan Club the night before.
The organization’s initial intent was to gather people to tell jokes and vent stress through unrestrained laughter, taking the form of a etup.
But as the numbers grew and the threshold for humor rose,
aside from jokes, special clown performances were added, and occasionally even the renowned clowns from the Fear Circus were invited to interact with the crowd.
In just one month, the Smile Fan Club had expanded to every Neutral City and even so towns governed directly by the Source Epidemic Area.
"City of Raw at"
The largest raw at exporting city in the Old World, known as a Neutral City yet having a deep connection with the Cancer Palace behind the scenes.
Due to fertility limitations, early farming practices could not continue, and sustaining at production relied on the Cancer Palace’s breeding technologies. With centuries of biotechnology, the taste of the bred at now rivals that of the traditionally fard fresh at.
Large quantities of raw at were ordered daily, and nurous dining establishnts were also present, enabling so secretive cloning trades.
As night fell,
in a street corner suffused with the sll of at, a neon sign with a smiling face lit up, attracting nearby Patients who entered, including so newcors.
This Smile Fan Club had been established for ten days and had a mbership of a hundred people;
tonight, it would also welco a special guest, the legendary clown.
With Art’s arrival,
the gathered Fan Club mbers started to laugh hysterically as if triggered, their faces beginning to tear, bright red skin at the edges of their mouths spreading to form large smiling faces.
At the sa ti, they began to engage in various terrible acts among themselves, creating a scene of utter chaos.
Art was very satisfied with this "transformation,"
but his gaze soon noticed a mber sitting unmoved in the corner and not even laughing once,
his face completely shrouded under a hood, and the faint sound of iron chains sliding could even be heard.
"Oh~ I can’t believe I didn’t notice this person sooner. Does the Monastery also have such characters who managed to find ?"
Art was not afraid and even walked over willingly to see how this monk had snuck in so quietly.
As Art approached, the transford Fan Club mbers also gathered around, enclosing him completely.
Yet, the mysterious monk sitting in the corner remained indifferent,
until Art himself reached out and lifted the hood...
A familiar face ca into view - it was William Behrens, also a chief of the circus, although William’s face too was painted with a makeshift smile.
"DO YOU MISS ?"
"Ha ha! Very nice, William... your acting has really improved, exploiting the loopholes in my heart to feign a real monk’s aura... What! Do you also want to join my Fan Club?"
"You can surely join, but I ca over tonight to discuss the collaboration we agreed upon a month ago. I have already booked a private room in a raw at restaurant, so let’s go there after the Fan Club’s event is over?"
"Sure! William, you’re becoming more interesting by the minute... since you’re here, let’s perform together and show these fortunate souls what a top-tier circus performance looks like."
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