Sir! Don't close the net!

Of course, it only looked like that. From beginning to end, Teresa Prison was firmly under Augusert's control, and he didn't believe that Augusert would care about the prisoners' thoughts.

Augustus did this specifically to accomplish something, and he had been preparing for it for a long time.

Li Yili turned her head and saw towering stone tablets that seemed to reach into the clouds. The tablets were engraved with the names of every prisoner in Teresa Prison, their crimes, and the number and names of their victims.

Some of the cruel words seem to bleed from every line, while others are visibly innocent.

Among them, a rhomboid black stone tablet stands out, far larger than any other stone tablet. It would not be an exaggeration to call it a tower. The Yellow King is crookedly carved on the tower, and the blood-stained sins below are extremely glaring.

It took ten minutes for Guo Weiton to be completely eliminated.

The battle lasted five minutes, during which the awakened ruler of the sea of ​​dead was completely submerged.

Two crimes were listed, and the rest of the list was filled with the names of the victims. Next to each name, the words "[Confirmed to have died an unnatural death, body cannot be retrieved]" were neatly engraved. Because they were so dense, the neat handwriting began to distort, like painful faces wailing and recounting the horrors they had suffered.

It was as if countless black lines rose up along with the Yellow King's monument and pressed down on Theresa's prison. Just watching it made many people feel breathless. Having witnessed the terrifying appearance of the Yellow King, they knew very well that this horrific and unbelievable massacre was not fiction.

Li Yili felt neither joy nor sorrow; she simply stood there, memorizing those names.

Life is both a group that can be covered by a name and a group of countless unique individuals.

The stone tablet erected by Augus was a reminder to him that the inhabitants of Guoweidun had all been wiped out, and that the annihilation of Instas was not just a casual remark; countless unique individuals had vanished.

Such things are quite common among humans. When a race perishes because of them, they don't talk about how many of these creatures died, but rather they say that a certain race is extinct, which is arrogant and hypocritical.

Of course, Li Yili did not believe that Auguste intended to remind him of what had happened in such a meaningful way.

"Is this... the King in Yellow?"

"That's really terrifying..."

"It only appeared twice, totaling no more than ten."

"So many people were killed and their bodies torn to pieces in just five minutes."

"Compared to the King in Yellow, we are simply law-abiding citizens."

As expected, it appeared.

Li Yili's ears twitched, and she turned her head to look in the direction of the prisoners gathered on the other side of Teresa's Road.

Most of them were low-ranking prisoners.

Anyone with a brain knows that while being able to be released is possible, who gets released first is entirely decided by Teresa Prison. This decision will certainly take into account each prisoner's crime, starting with the least serious offense. Therefore, a certain trend will inevitably emerge.

Some people commit serious crimes that will make them impossible to get released in their lifetime, and such criminals are often strong and difficult to deal with.

This trend will cause the most troublesome prisoners to stop trying to curry favor with Augusch, and will cause many prisoner groups in the meat-eating chain to split due to different release schedules, resulting in decreased enforcement.

Therefore, a true "sinner" was erected, making all the crimes of the prisoners seem like childish squabbles.

Li Yili could sense that the gaze directed at him was not one of fear.

Hostility, greed, and other hostility that seem ready to strike at any moment.

No matter who it is, whoever defeats the Demon King is the hero.

Clearly, the true identity of the King in Yellow was quietly revealed to the prisoners of Theresa's prison.

"Ha...it really makes one sigh..."

Li Yili grinned as she leaned on her wooden stick.

"Another result that is not surprising at all."

"It's simply a harmonious relationship between humanity and nature."

Chapter Fifty: The Missing Prisoner

The night the stone tablet was erected was not peaceful. The usually locked prison cells were quietly opened, and pairs of red eyes flickered in the darkness, while strange arms constantly probed the outside world.

The viscous liquid writhed slowly but did not react to the arms reaching out from its own cell.

A series of pale crescent moons rose up.

The next morning.

"You're injured."

Li Yili, who was clearing the dishes, paused and looked up. Chris Dougher was still gazing out the window, his increasingly dim eyes now only seeing that bright path to redemption.

"Your imagination."

Li Yili shrugged rather casually, glanced at Chris Doff's pale face without saying anything more, turned around and pushed open the door to leave.

Rebecca was squatting on the ground outside the door, yawning profusely. Seeing Li Yili appear, Rebecca raised her paw and closed the wooden door, then looked up at Li Yili and winked forcefully, "You're not in a good position right now~"

Li Yili rolled her eyes.

This stupid dog might be the last person in the entire Theresa Prison to know that he is the King in Yellow.

"Hey—what's with that reaction?!"

"No, I'm just very touched. Since you didn't intend to kill me, the meal wasn't a waste of time," Li Yili said rather perfunctorily, placing the tray on Rebecca's head.

"Hmph—hmph! That's hard to say. Right now, they're all saying that as long as we take down..." Rebecca, holding the tray, sniffed the air around her. Her beastly eyes narrowed instantly, and she grinned, letting out a piercing growl. "They've already made their move? They really underestimate us."

Whom are you underestimating?

Li Yili glanced sideways, the deep light in her eyes sending a chill down Rebecca's spine. But Rebecca immediately reacted and stuck her tongue out at Li Yili, "So I've already said that the pretense has come to an end. No one in this Teresa Prison will be afraid of you anymore."

Rebecca paused, raised her hand to pat her chest, and her tail wagged rapidly behind her.

"Of course, considering how good you've been to me lately, as long as you call my name, I might protect you. I don't care if I can get out of here!"

They've been completely tamed.

Li Yili raised her hand, waved, and turned to leave.

Watching Li Yili's departing figure, Rebecca put the tray on her head down and scratched her ear in frustration. Li Yili smelled of blood.

But that wasn't Li Yili's blood.

For a period of time afterward, Chris Dorf grew weaker and weaker, and was often in a daze. Even if you shouted in his ear, he would not respond. But he still remembered that he was supposed to go to the Path of Teresa to carry those who came to repent across the path of redemption. However, no one came to the Path of Teresa to seek redemption anymore.

The smell of blood on Li Yili grew stronger and stronger. It became common for prisoners to suddenly disappear. The empty cells were overgrown with tree roots and weeds, desolate yet full of life, which seemed utterly absurd, but no one cared about these things.

Although the conditions for release were not detailed, news of the drug quickly spread among the prisoners.

Theresa Prison doesn't inject prisoners with drugs for no reason. Instead, it's those prisoners who happen to have committed minor offenses and are implicated as if they've offended some important figure and been tricked into going there.

In order to mitigate their crimes as much as possible, create social value to atone for their mistakes, and obtain the drug, labor became a compulsory course for prisoners who wanted to be released. The prisoners began to flock into the mines and frantically mine the underground temple. Faced with an overwhelming numerical advantage, the traps in the temple and the attacks from the monster dogs became laughable.

"Injection, all done."

Jeff pulled out the syringe, and like a cowboy who had successfully defeated his opponent and won a duel, he blew on the needle, which was speckled with blood. He glanced sideways at Simon sitting opposite him, although...

It was still a white membrane covering pink, sponge-like skin, but apart from that, it was no different from a normal person. It had complete, clear, and three-dimensional facial features, and was a standard sunny boy's face.

"How are you feeling? Is there anything inconvenient in your daily life?"

“I feel fantastic—” Simon rubbed his arm and waved it vigorously. “I haven’t broken a bone since I got this injection.”

“That’s good,” Jeff said, picking up a vial of medicine, flicking it, and inserting it into the injection device. “Although I’m a little surprised myself, you’ll be able to leave Theresa Prison soon, and we’ll probably have results within three or four days.”

"Huh? Really!" Simon suddenly stood up, opening his arms to give Jeff a hug.

“Stop—we haven’t agreed yet,” Jeff said, dodging Simon’s arm with a look of disgust and waving his hand. “And don’t go around telling everyone about this.”

"Huh? Ah~ I understand."

Simon nodded repeatedly and left the treatment room at Jeff's urging. Soon, a man with a hooked nose and dark, sticky skin walked in, making a splattering sound like mud being thrown on the ground with each step.

"I heard you've recently gone back to your old ways? Gajek the lawyer~" Jeff flicked the injection device in his hand, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Gajek.

The world is full of people who lack self-awareness. In order to gain freedom, or rather... to get the drug, many prisoners, without any sense of self-awareness, repeatedly asked Theresa Prison when they could receive the drug. Annoyed by the questions, Theresa Prison built a building that resembled a courtroom and arranged for many lawyers to confront the prisoners inside.

You can only apply for the potion if you win the lane match.

Of course, how could prisoners who are used to the survival of the fittest in nature and have been under institutionalized management for several months possibly deal with a specially hired lawyer, especially since their crimes are genuine, unless they have a lawyer present?

For example, Gajek.

“Don’t joke around, it was all decided by Teresa Prison,” Gajek said, picking up the injection device and nailing it to his arm. As the medicine was injected, Gajek felt a warm sensation. “However, I have indeed been treated much better among the prisoners. They seem to think I can help them get out of Teresa Prison.”

"So you're planning to help them?"

“How is that possible?” Gajek put the empty vial back on the table. “By the way, several people who were injected with the vial have gone missing.”

"Did they go down into the mine?"

“The prisoners who have already been injected with the drug have no reason to go down into the mine to dig for the temple. They are also aware that they might be targeted, so they usually stay within the guards’ sight. But now, grass has grown on their graves.”

Gajek stood up and clenched his hands, which were gradually hardening.

"My intuition tells me that something terrible is happening at Theresa Prison, so please arrange for Simon to leave Theresa Prison as soon as possible if possible."

Chapter Fifty-One: Encroachment

"Gazi, you're so fast—"

Simon smiled brightly and waved to Gajek.

Gajek's lips twitched, then he raised his hand and waved it with utter disgust, glancing back as he passed Simon.

He stood side by side with Simon's shadow, the shadow of an ordinary, unremarkable person.

"Wouldn't it be better to finish this quickly?" Gajek raised his hand and waved, leading Simon along the sunlit avenue where there were more prison guards.

“That makes sense—” Simon pondered for a moment, then nodded with a silly grin and followed behind Gajek.

As Simon passed through the cold and blood-stained stone monuments and walked along Theresa's Road, he subconsciously glanced at the small wooden house. In the small field next to the house, a young man was leaning on a cane, gazing at Theresa's Road. Simon's pace slowed down instinctively, but he was immediately grabbed by the arm by Gajek, who was walking ahead, and dragged away from Theresa's Road quickly.

Back on the top floor, which belonged to their living area, Gajek wanted to pull Simon across the corridor quickly, but before they could even begin, a woman's voice came from the cell, which was almost completely hidden by branches and green leaves.

"Simon?"

Simon, who was being dragged by Gajek, immediately stopped in front of Sif's cell. Gajek pulled Simon hard with a stern face, but Simon stood there like a stone block in front of the cell door.

The branches, covered in green leaves, parted, revealing the upper body of an incredibly mature woman from the shadows, along with a faint floral fragrance. Gajek instinctively turned his face away, but Simon, seemingly oblivious, gently and somewhat foolishly called out the mature woman's name.

"What's wrong, Sif?"

Sif paused, her smile stiffening slightly, but quickly returned to normal. She asked softly, "No, it's about the thing I asked you to ask for me..."

"Ah... this!" Simon suddenly realized, scratching the back of his head apologetically. "Sif, I'm so sorry. Although I've been asking Dr. Jeff, he keeps saying that the quantity of the medicine is limited. But don't worry, Sif! Dr. Jeff assured me that your name is on the second batch. I'll be waiting for you after we get out!"

“Is that so?” Sif sighed with some regret, giving Simon a forced smile. “I wonder who will be lucky enough to leave Theresa Prison first.”