Underground Laboratory.
Han Dong, the Swollen Doctor, Doctor West from Derry Town, number NO.99, and several members of the Elder Race are sitting around a special experimental round table.
On the table lies a thin layer of black-tent material,
discussing various plans around "internal escape",
which is completely different from external invasion,
needing to be quicker, more stable, and quieter... knowing that internally, there are no original resources to draw from, any commotion or failure to escape immediately would mean disaster.
In a blink, all those rated as [King] out of control, including Mr. Teacher, would cling behind.
During the discussion,
the Count’s voice suddenly came from outside:
"Nicholas, come out quickly and see what’s happening outside?"
"Have you been discovered?" Han Dong furrowed his brows, immediately preparing to "borrow God".
"No... just come out and see, this Thorny Planet seems to harbor some secret."
Han Dong knew the Count to be timid, but he takes his tasks seriously.
Contacting him suddenly must mean something important.
Han Dong’s consciousness snapped back to the surface of his body, co-managing his physical form with the Count, feeling and observing the situation ahead.
Han Dong seemed to glimpse a blood tide mixed with plant debris surging outward from the depths, the "Evil Aura" it symbolized with frightening quality and quantity.
"Huh? Accidentally stumbled upon Mandros’ high-security prison?
A very intense Evil Aura is constantly spilling out from the prison depths, estimated through senses to be at a [Middle Rank] level... quite a remarkable place.
All the prison guards here have been dispatched to support the main planet, and even most prisoners have been released to help... In the face of world survival, prisoners are a formidable combat power.
However, for some reason, the deepest ones have not been released, interesting.
Alright! Leave this to me, Count, stay on standby within."
Han Dong regained full control over his body,
but maintained the stance when the Count controlled his body (a spiked collar, long black-and-reddish hair).
Han Dong slowly mastered using the "Control Ring" gifted by Director Charles.
It quite significantly enhances control over the body, cooperating with Mr. M’s Mask, essentially suppressing the Dead Spirit homogeneity completely.
The breakthrough of the black tent research was handed over to the Swollen Doctor,
Since he coincidentally arrived at this [Dead Thorn Prison], Han Dong tried to find another "path to life".
He didn’t rush to the deepest part,
instead he retreated back to the entrance, watching the severed but still slightly vital giant thorns.
Han Dong took out a syringe from his brain,
not to extract the Cell Essence of these thorns, but to inject a strange resurrection fluid into them.
the thorns revived completely, becoming tougher and more vibrant than in life, fully concealing the entrance.
"Alright~ let’s go down and see, hope for some unexpected gains."
With the accidental discovery of the [Dead Thorn Prison] deeper in.
Han Dong was quickly fascinated by the prison’s structure, almost forgetting he was being searched by the out of control entities, examining the structure like a scholar visiting a museum.
"This prison design is quite something!"
Han Dong imagined himself as a prisoner, heading into one of the normally functioning cells.
Thorns shot out from the wall, binding Han Dong’s hands and feet, fixing him to the wall... attempting to stab arteries for "daily bloodletting".
The daily bloodletting is set at 10% of the individual’s total blood volume,
and this blood is completely absorbed by the "Thorn Body" beneath the cell floor, having three effects: Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel⟡fire.net
1. Significantly weakening the prisoner,
2. Blood identification deepens understanding of the prisoner’s attributes, facilitating daily management.
3. The Thorn Body nourishes itself on the prisoner’s blood, gaining strength.
This management mode greatly reduces the possibility of prisoner escape.
Han Dong’s arm definitely wouldn’t be pierced,
If the perfect blood in his right arm were to flow into the Thorn Body, it might drive the other into a near-manic state, devouring Han Dong at all costs.
"Let me see your overall structure."
Han Dong easily broke free from the thorn restraints, punching through the ground.
What appeared before him was a mess of thick, tentacle-like writhing vines... spanning ten-thousand-meter lengths underground, practically pillars supporting the prison’s surface.
"Wow! What massive thorny life,
it must oversee all cells, right? It possesses Lower Rank power itself, unable to develop "consciousness" for some reason, fully rooted here, merging with the prison, immobile.
Han Dong used the "Real Demon Eye" to perceive the full-thorn life, discovering a problem.
"This thing only manages the upper layers of the prison, instinctively fearing what’s locked in the deepest part, which is the source of the Evil Aura sensed first by me and the Count... No thorns dare approach the lower end.
Indeed interesting, who would have thought an ’emergency shelter’ could yield unexpected rewards.
This prison could be relocated to my world directly, creating a unique plant prison area to contain specific prisoners.
Though, before relocating, it’s best to check the lowest depths~ if there is a big one, it’s crucial to establish a good relationship."
Continuing deeper to the end of the surface prison,
riding an elevator entirely driven by thorns.
Initially requiring identification, Han Dong directly affixed himself to the thorn surface, issuing a forcible order via "Mad Laugh".
The elevator began descending to the bottom,
starting fast, but slowing the deeper it went, as the thorns naturally feared something.
Reaching the deepest layer, when the elevator opened.
A narrow stone passage appeared before him,
The stones were made from a rare material that bans magic and seals space,
the surface even covered in a ’moss lifeform’ with high toxicity for life shielding traits,
"Hmm? This is a brand-new prison below... those imprisoned here must be renowned murderers in this world.
The concentration of Evil Aura is higher, akin to traversing a sea of blood and pile of corpses."
Walking through the narrow passage of the prison,
as if trudging through throngs of corpses, with bodies occasionally reaching out to touch the shoulder.
Han Dong suspected it is where an ultimate killer is held.
"Prisoners here have also left the cells to aid, only the innermost ones remain... This is good, going directly to the main point saves quite a bit of time."
Han Dong braced himself with a cane, proceeding with one leg.
Following the flow of Evil Aura through multiple forks, stair-down segment after segment.
Finally arriving at the last passage.
The dark, rotten channel released an over-thousand-year-old scent.
a large number of blood-colored roses bloomed in the passage, with petals bearing human faces expressing joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.
Han Dong carefully avoided contact with the roses, arriving at the thick stone door at the depths.
A black sword blade directly cut open the door lock.
Inside, dressed in a red gown, a temporarily gender-indiscernible ’Flower Keeper’ was tending to the garden, their body exhibiting both human and plant traits.
Han Dong dared not move, cold sweat sliding down his cheeks.