I, the warden of Delta, am a science popularizer and advocate for nuclear peace and friendliness.

Inside the cylindrical tower, the central area is surrounded by a cage made of red translucent material, where a special prisoner is held.

"Change shifts!"

Two prison guards walked over from a distance, greeted the other two guards, and began to change shifts.

Of the two prison guards who took over the shift, the one on the left was more burly, and his mask had a T-shaped mark carved in black on it.

A burly jailer stood on the left, gun in hand, glancing occasionally toward the inside of the cell.

Inside the red cell, there were some odds and ends, including a number of medical supplies, the origin of which was unknown.

On the left side of the cell, Raven was lying on a white bed, his hands behind his head, shaking his head listlessly.

"Hehe, hehehe..."

No one knew what he was laughing about. The surveillance cameras used to monitor the cells were smashed to pieces; he seemed to hate being watched.

The prison staff couldn't take any strong measures against him either. Without orders from their superiors, these low-ranking guards dared not mess with Prince Asara.

Upon seeing the raven, the burly jailer's eyes flickered slightly, and he subtly moved closer to the other jailer.

"Brother, what are you doing..."

Another jailer turned to look at the burly jailer, about to ask a question, but before he could finish speaking, a huge fist suddenly loomed large in his field of vision!

boom--

The moment the fist struck the head, a muffled thud was heard through the helmet.

I'm hungry!

A scream came from inside the helmet, but it wasn't loud. The burly jailer quickly pushed him towards the water below with both hands.

The jailer who was ambushed wanted to fight back, but the burly jailer's strength was too terrifying, at least at the peak of the standard level.

The raven in the cell noticed this scene. He got up from the bed, and the half-broken gray mask reflected a dangerous arc under the light.

Raven reached out and picked up "The Bee Doctor and Uluru's Lulu Night" from next to the pillow, then tilted its head and swayed as it walked to the glass door.

He moved unsteadily and slowly toward the glass door until he met the burly jailer's gaze through the red glass door.

Raven slowly raised the booklet in his hand and smiled at the burly jailer.

"Want a weekly magazine, my friend?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the glass door opened automatically, and the burly jailer threw the sensor switch in his hand toward the water below, then knelt down in front of the raven, his hands touching the ground.

"The messenger of God has guided me to save you!"

"You are free!"

The burly jailer's tone was extremely obsequious and ingratiating, as if he truly regarded the raven as a son of God.

However, the raven seemed not to hear him and continued talking to itself.

"What the weekly magazine described is not something that has already happened, but something that is about to happen."

"Sir, please come with me and leave this place!"

The two were talking at once, and the commotion quickly attracted the attention of people in other parts of the prison.

Shigure was resting at the time, and the law enforcement officer was still out. Fortunately, Shigure had assigned tasks to the guards before resting.

Three members of the Royal Guard who were on patrol in the distance were heading this way.

"You're pretty quick, hehehe..."

The raven laughed maniacally for a while, then leaned down, put its beak close to the burly jailer's ear, and whispered...

"Take this out and find a way to send it out of the prison to Dam Zero."

The burly jailer suddenly looked up and stared blankly at the note the raven had handed him.

The ink on the paper was very rough, so it was probably not written with a pen, but rather carved by a raven using some black substance on its fingernails.

The burly jailer glanced at the contents of the note, skimmed through a few sentences, and then solemnly put it away.

He only managed to scan a small section of information, the gist of which was this:

"Little kitty, haven't you always complained about being stuck in the doctor's lab doing nothing, itching to show off your talents? Well, your time to shine has come. I need you to provide some spice to give those brain-computer interfaces the doctor and the warden are tinkering with at Tidal Prison a little surprise. How about it, exciting enough? Hehehehe... Don't disappoint me!"

That concludes the content.

Raven gently patted the burly jailer on the shoulder, his voice suddenly becoming deep and resonant.

"Don't let me down..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the burly jailer stuffed the letter into his pocket, and after making sure it wouldn't fall out due to the jostling, he immediately rushed outside.

Raven stood at the cell door, a fleeting glint of madness in his calm eyes. A slight smile played on his lips as he slowly walked into the cell, holding the weekly magazine.

"The real show is about to begin, and I'm sure it won't be too long, hehe..."

A minute later, the two closest guards arrived quickly with twelve jailers.

"Hands on your head and crouch down! Raven!"

The guards standing in front immediately stepped forward, raised their guns, and aimed at the raven.

The latter, however, looked at the other person with an innocent expression, as if nothing had happened.

"Huh? What are you talking about?!"

Seeing the raven's expression, the guards glared at it with displeasure, then retreated from the cell and locked it up.

"Stay inside!"

The execution of the raven can only be decided by the warden before further discussion.

The guardsman turned to his teammate and suggested...

"Looks like there are a lot of rats in the prison."

The latter nodded, and after exchanging glances, the two headed straight for the warden's office, leaving twelve jailers to guard the raven.

"I'll go report to the warden. You stay a short distance away to prevent a counterattack."

"OK."

The two guards quickly finished their exchange and then began to perform their respective duties.

Raven lay half-reclined on the bed, his right elbow resting on his knee joint, watching the jailer outside with a mocking expression.

"Hey friend, do you read the weekly magazine too?"

He waved the garish-looking magazine cover in his hand, letting out a sharp, low laugh.

"Don't worry, you'll all die together soon! Hahahaha!! Eeya hahaha!"

The jailers outside ignored Raven's ramblings; after all, this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

Sometimes he would recite Tang and Song dynasty poems, and sometimes he would make corny jokes with them.

"Sigh, this is boring..."

Seeing that the jailer outside ignored him, Raven tossed the weekly magazine aside, lay back on the bed, and began counting the king's new stars.