Chapter 665 - My Doomsday Territory

Chapter 665: Prison or Hell? In the eastern outskirts of Green Shade City, three figures disembarked from a huang deer-drawn carriage at the steel gates of Pale Prison. There was a middle-aged man with a slight paunch and a bald head, a man in a suit carrying a briefcase, and a chubby man with a kind face. They completed the necessary paperwork for a prison visit and entered Pale Prison. Contrary to what one might expect, the interior of the prison wasn’t gloomy and damp. Instead, it was stark white – a monotonous white that, apart from the guards' resting areas, displayed no other colors. This was why it was named Pale Prison, as it originally had a much simpler name – Green Shade Third Prison. "I never imagined Wang Er would dare infiltrate the core area. The great Lord of Green Shade elevated our status among humans, and Wang Er repaid this kindness by committing such a crime. Fortunately, it didn't escalate... If Wang Er’s deceased uncle hadn’t been such a close friend, I wouldn’t have bothered with this," the bald middle-aged man remarked, displaying just the right mix of frustration and helplessness. Wang Er was being held in the shallow level of Pale Prison – two floors underground – in a cramped cell less than ten square meters. Yet, it was a single cell, exempt from water and energy bills. In a place as expensive as Green Shade City, this was quite acceptable... except for the lack of freedom and potential conscription for labor in the mines... These thoughts flitted through the bald man's mind, yet he maintained a neutral demeanor while speaking with Wang Er. "Wang Er's crime can't be exonerated merely with source crystals, but it isn't unforgivable either. If you can earn 2,000 contribution points on his behalf through various tasks – be they from the Adventurers' Guild, City Hall, or other subordinate departments of Green Shade – Wang Er can temporarily leave the prison for missions. During this period, he must personally complete tasks totaling 2,000 contribution points, after which he will be released," explained a captain-level guard. The captain glanced at a regular guard standing by and said, "Return to your post. I’ll handle things here." "Yes, Captain," the guard replied. Once the other guards had departed, the bald man covertly checked the nearby surveillance before discreetly slipping a crystal note into the captain's hand, using the chubby man's body as cover. The note was worth 50,000 source crystals, redeemable at any Green Shade-affiliated bank. The guard captain remained expressionless but discreetly pocketed the note. He then looked at the bald man and, after a pause, said, "I can take you into the deep level of the prison. If you have anything to say to your companion imprisoned there, be prepared... However, know that the inmates in the deep prison cannot be released." The bald man nodded appreciatively. This was according to their plan. They knew a high-ranking member of their organization was being held on the 'third layer' of the deep prison, though they didn’t know the exact location. The shallow level comprised three layers, all intricately interconnected like a maze. Despite its complexity, it was still a prison and couldn’t be infinitely expansive. Moreover, the organization had provided an A-grade tool that could pinpoint the high-ranking member’s location. The only hurdle was accessing the deep prison. "Stay close and don't wander off. If you get lost, I won't be responsible," the guard captain warned in a low voice. Once the cell doors on either side were locked, blocking any view or sound from the cells within, only the sound of footsteps resounded through the passageway. "The deep prison isn’t like the shallow one. I've only been there twice, and would prefer to avoid it if possible." Different? Prefer to avoid? The bald man was puzzled, but before he could inquire further, they arrived at the deep prison's entrance. Guarding the entrance to a round, azure passage were two silent sentinels. "Authorization," the guard captain said, reverently handing over the authorization token with both hands. "Go ahead." The azure passage resembled an underwater tunnel, descending at an angle, with no end in sight. Their footsteps made no sound on the solid ground. Soon, a light appeared at the passage's end, accompanied by waves of scorching heat. “We’re here.” “Here? Wait… Where is this?” The bald man looked bewildered. Are we not underground? Isn’t this supposed to be the fourth layer of Pale Prison? The ground was charred red, with flames flickering from cracks. The air was warped by heat, and above, a layer resembling a red membrane gleamed blindingly like the sun. “This is the first layer of the deep prison, though we prefer to call it the Inferno – Scorched Hell.” “The cells?” The bald man wanted to ask why such a design was necessary for a prison. Calling it hell seemed fitting! “There.” He looked where indicated and saw a four-armed being, bound by ropes of flame. Beyond it, a ring of raging fire formed what seemed to be a cell. The corners of the bald man's mouth twitched. “Let’s go. Time is limited. Follow me,” the guard captain instructed, heading in one direction. After about two or three minutes, a spiraling staircase descending further appeared. As they descended, the flames dwindled, replaced by fierce winds. “The second layer is Storm Hell.” The entrance to the third layer was in a different position, though not far. After another two or three minutes of walking, the bald man saw an identical spiral staircase. Soon, they found themselves enveloped in Frost Hell’s icy coldness. “This is as far as I can take you. You have half an hour. Whether you find your target or not, you must leave.” The guard captain said stoically. He doubted the group could locate the target cell, but... wouldn’t that be better? He'd fulfill his duty without neglect. “There are no surveillance cameras here?” the bald man asked, curious. “In such harsh conditions, surveillance equipment doesn’t last long. But there are patrol teams.” The temperature in Frost Hell was minus fifty or sixty degrees, with dangerous ice shards occasionally protruding… The bald man silently agreed, exchanging glances with his two companions. “Let’s move. Finish the task and get out quickly…” Seemingly naturally, he patted the guard captain’s shoulder, releasing a wisp of black energy from his palm. “What… are you… doing…” The guard captain realized something was wrong but found himself sluggish and rigid. The suited man stepped behind him, a twisted symbol appearing in his eyes. The Eye of Distortion. After around twenty seconds, the guard captain stopped struggling, his eyes glazed over with the same symbol, his demeanor vacant. “It’s done. As long as we avoid close contact, even the patrol won’t notice anything amiss.” “Right, but we only have half an hour for the visit. At worst, only an hour before they realize something’s wrong. We have to complete the mission by then.” The bald man produced a palm-sized, egg-like tool covered in intricate markings. He gripped the top and bottom of the egg with both hands and twisted. “Crack.” The eggshell opened, and a bird made of blue light flew out, heading deeper into Frost Hell. “Quick, follow it.” The bald man charged ahead. All three were powerful, whether in the Condensation or Body Shaping realm, fully equipped with B or A-grade gear. Even the controlled guard captain was of the Condensation realm, all capable of racing through Frost Hell. At their speed, it would take only a minute to traverse from one end of the shallow prison to the other. However, Frost Hell was an expanse of ice, where cells weren’t fixed in place. The biting wind was fierce, the snow obscuring their view. They ran tirelessly, the blue light bird suddenly ceasing to fly straight, instead changing directions erratically… The bald man, initially pleased, assuming they were nearing their target, watched as the bird chirped wildly, darting up, down, and all around. Surrounded by blankets of white snow, not a single ice cell was in sight. The bald man’s smile froze. Judging by this, It seemed less like they’d found their target, and more like… they were lost? Top of the Page My Bookshelf Add this Book to Bookshelf Report Chapter Error/Click to Report Important Disclaimer: The novel "My End of Days Territory" – all text, directories, comments, images, etc., are either submitted or uploaded by users or sourced from search engine results, representing personal actions. These are not affiliated with this site's stance. For more latest chapters, please return to Piaotian Literature Network's homepage. The permanent address for the novel reading network is: www.piaotia.com Copyright © 2018-2019 Piaotian Literature - The novel reading network of the sky. All rights reserved.