Chapter 666 - My Doomsday Territory

**Chapter 666: Prison Riot?** **Chapter Navigation** Previous Chapter | Directory | Next Chapter | Return to Book Page --- "We... where... are we? Why does it feel... colder and colder..." The chubby man shivered, his teeth chattering. Someone must be targeting us, tampering with the guiding bird? The bald middle-aged man couldn’t help but ponder this. But after carefully observing the wandering guiding bird for some time, his learned judgment was that the bird hadn’t been tampered with; rather, it was... disturbed. Yet, how could that be? There were no traces of illusion magic around. It must have been... the guiding bird was frozen! Entering the Frozen Hell began at negative fifty to sixty degrees Celsius, and now it must be negative eighty to ninety degrees. If not for the insulation provided by the combat attire crafted by Green Shade, his combat effectiveness in such an environment would have been reduced to two or three-tenths, worsening as time went on. Thinking of this, the bald middle-aged man instinctively tightened the collar of his combat suit. In the frigid Frozen Hell, this not-so-thick combat suit was his thin thread of warmth. "After entering the Frozen Hell, we ran straight for 7 minutes and 35 seconds, then the guiding bird started malfunctioning, repeatedly changing our course." "Before that, our direction was correct. Therefore, we should return to our initial path." The bald middle-aged man closed his eyes, sketching a mental map. Their average speed was ** meters/second, totaling 455 seconds. The subsequent movements were left, upper left, left, up, upper right, lower right, right... with timings... "Follow me." Moments later, in the snow, where no trace could be seen, the man in the suit squatted, a distorted symbol appearing in his gaze. "This is where we passed earlier." "Let's move!" The trio, joined by a controlled puppet, sped through the snow. "What is that?" A bright red spot stood out distinctly on the silver-white snow in the distance. As they drew nearer, they realized the red being was massive. Four to five stories high, it lay on an even larger ice crystal platform surrounded by towering hundred-meter-high ice pillars. In the center of these was a colossal "dragon" with two wings growing from its back, currently anchored to the platform by countless ice anchors, its wounds sealed by ice crystals, making it unable to heal, move, or escape. Its enormous eyes were tightly shut, motionless, yet the feeble wisp of aura it emitted left the three men trembling. A Transcendent! In their organization, such transcendent entities were a rare sight, now trapped here like a dead dog. Their convictions wavered. The gap between their organization and Green Shade was more significant than imagined! "Can we... really rescue the esteemed one?" one queried doubtfully. The bald middle-aged man quickly gathered his thoughts, circumventing the red dragon. "We cannot save it." The others looked over in surprise, and the bald man added, "Silencing it permanently would suffice… completing the task!" "Afterwards, we can use the 'Gate' ability to escape, with over 60% success rate, the only risk being encountering the hell patrols." --- **Pale Prison, Upper Level** **Surveillance Tower** From the outside, the surveillance tower appeared only five stories tall, but inside, it held untold mysteries. The tower's interior connected directly from the base to the top; from the bottom level, it was impossible to gauge the tower's height, surrounded by walls lined with luminous surveillance screens – white corridors of the prison's shallow layer, prisoners in a daze, those attempting to contact the outside using abilities, and others whose abilities were suppressed, attempting suicide by banging themselves into walls, only to be half-healed by colorless gas emitted from their cells. Green Shade's laws rarely enforced imprisonment for petty thefts or brawls, instead penalizing with source crystals enough to make one think twice. Nevertheless, based on Intelligence Department estimates, countless stubborn investigators infiltrated Green Shade daily, ranging from ordinary people to evolved awakeners, high-level awakeners... Upon reaching high-level, they were qualified for the Pale Prison's solitary rooms. "We require surveillance footage from the Frozen Prison." A slightly youthful yet dignified black-haired girl spoke. She was a distinguished student with a year and a half of study at the World Tree Academy, apprenticed under Lan Qingya, head of Green Shade's Intelligence Department, and even at her tender age, was already capable on her own. "Please come with me." Tapping a secret wrist command, an employee in sunglasses, wary of being blinded by the myriad screens, nodded and gestured. He tapped on a tower-specific wrist device, and with a faint tremor, a dark blue ring emerged, lifting the group gently upward, steadily. Surveillance from the deep prison was sparser. As the bald middle-aged man predicted, the deep prison's harsh conditions made ordinary surveillance systems untenable for long. Instead, they employed the "Eye of Surveillance," strong in concealment and endurance, available in b, a, s grades, with surveillance radii from 100 to 900 meters, a rare gem of blueprints Tang Yu acquired over the past year. Its only flaw was one rare primary material; analysis found that the eyes of the "Evil Eye Clan" could replace it, but they were nearly extinct. "Switch to frame 3-21." --- **In the Frozen Hell** The bald middle-aged group crouched silently, staring at the head peeking from the snow, an organizational leader buried only to the neck. —Unlike other fiery prisons or icy jails, being buried in snow was far more down-to-earth. Yet the leader was conscious, the first words upon seeing them, "The 'Gate' cannot escape hell, but I have a method to flee, you must dig me out." Seeming to understand the bald man’s thoughts, the man gave a signal to the 250-pound chubby man. The chubby man retreated a few steps, clasped his hands, and spread them open, source power stirring: "Gate—" Moments later, a portal two meters high, seventy to eighty centimeters wide began to form, the chubby man's face pale and breath heavy, but his eyes shone brightly. "Success..." Suddenly, scorching flames erupted from the opposite side of the portal, burning the chubby man and instinctively he rolled away. Places not shielded by the combat suit seared in sharp pain. His source power faltered momentarily, and the portal burst like a bubble. But the brief glimpse revealed the familiar charred Red Hell beyond! There's no way out! The bald middle-aged group could only strive to rescue the leader. At first glance, seeing the leader merely buried, his restraints seemed less sophisticated than the extravagant dragon ahead, suggesting the task wouldn't be too difficult. Yet... The bald man stared blankly at his hands. These hands, capable of overpowering multitudinous lifeforms across countless battles, astonishingly… couldn’t dig through. The organizational leader appeared to anticipate this outcome, "It's impossible for you alone. With my token, locate a significant figure deep within Frozen Hell, and your mission will be complete." "Can escaping the Pale Prison truly be so simple?" the chubby man blurted out. The buried leader let out a sinister 'hee-hee' laugh, "Certainly not. We suspect this prison has special spatial prohibitions; no spatial abilities can connect with the outside. However… Green Shade's arrogance is their downfall. Frozen Hell alone detains numerous formidable entities; freeing them from their seals..." His eyes deepened, "In mere moments, the entire Pale Prison, including Green Shade City, would collapse, bursting like a bubble." --- "Our apologies for our oversight." Cold sweat trickled down the staff member in the surveillance tower. The Intelligence Department also handled bribery and treason cases. He surely didn't want to end up like the guards punished for selling prison info. "It wasn't your fault, it was anticipated in the plan," said the black-haired girl, Zeng Yan Yu, tersely. The staff, not understanding, dared not question further. A manager from the surveillance tower leaped onto the platform from nearby stairs, explaining, "Due to the myriad peculiar abilities, along with relics from the origin star, sometimes even illusions cannot pry out those objects individuals wish to hide... I've heard of several methods to willingly forget memories." This high-ranking member known as the 'Twisted Eye' held secrets of SS-level confidentiality, deserving special attention... though this was something he refrained from saying out loud. The staff member nodded in confusion. It all sounded very profound, no wonder others were in leadership positions while he remained just a minor employee. However... as he looked at the surveillance screens showing the bald middle-aged man and his group cautiously approaching a massive form, expanding their senses to detect any patrolling teams while meticulously sweeping for potential traps—only to be unable to spot the Eye of Surveillance—he found it incredibly satisfying. 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