Volume 1, Chapter 38: Imprisoned in the Dungeon

"Miss Lin, you had best take a rest. Do not think that just because you were once the Prince's woman, I would not dare to touch you."

"I have seen more stubborn prisoners in my time than you have met people in your entire life, Miss Lin."

A guard nearby moved with practiced speed, placing a chair behind the man.

Wherever people gather, division is inevitable. Due to differences in status, ideology, and identity, various circles and allegiances naturally form.

It matters not, however. His goal for now is to reach the absolute zenith of this plane, then slowly expand his power to dominate it.

Geling could see that there was deep enmity between Qianyan and the Holy See of Light, and she knew that Qianyan’s entire clan had been wiped out, leaving only her. Yet, she would not indulge in idle speculation—at least, not until Qianyan told her everything.

"Please, Crown Prince Xuan." She gestured slightly, her inherent nobility expressed perfectly in that single movement.

"Do not be so surprised. Concepts like timelines simply do not exist in horror games. You should have sensed that when you used the Hourglass of Time. Do not overthink it; just listen as I finish the story," said Charlulu.

Zhao Xinying was dazed. She did not even know how she and her grandfather had returned home. It was only when they arrived that she noticed her grandfather looking at her with an expression of profound disappointment.

This was his second proposal in a short time. If not for his damp palms and nervous gaze, Ningning might have truly believed he was as calm and composed as he appeared on the surface.

"No, no, no! I never thought of that, I absolutely never did!" Liu Dahai felt cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

The group arrived at the inn opposite Zhang Xiu’s house. The previous owner had unfortunately passed away, and his eighteen-year-old son had naturally inherited the family business.

Chen Qian observed his expression, which remained as blank and icy as ever; she could not tell if he was being truthful. Nevertheless, she chose to believe him.

"...Then I shall ask the owner to add two more dishes for you." She waved the owner over and ordered a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

The Spurs were forced to change their plans on the fly, beginning to study the Rockets' game footage, focusing especially on Ye Fan.

That human skin was pale to the point of translucence, as if one could see the tiny capillaries beneath it.

Xitu shook his head with a smile, "It seems this assessment zone was added later for those who missed the registration deadlines in their home regions and were sent here instead."

Wearing a cloak, one would normally be unable to perceive his appearance; he even had something resembling gloves covering his hands.

That punch was truly powerful. With a single blow, two of Yao Feng’s teeth were knocked out, leaving his mouth full of blood.

The space remained in chaos. The bizarre creatures fought every day, never tiring of it. Everyone had grown accustomed to it, treating them as nothing more than background scenery.

"Could it be that everyone here is a fugitive?" Gu Qingqing immediately considered this possibility.

As it spoke, it flipped over onto the ground. A flash of white light erupted, and the figures of the group vanished from the spot.

There were no special seats in the teahouse. They simply found an ordinary spot on the third floor to sit, while the guards they brought with them found seats in twos and threes from which they could keep them in view.

The chair toppled over as Suha struggled violently. He turned around, grabbed the chair, and pulled it upward with force. The blade slid directly into the gap between the scales on the back of Suha’s hand, prying it open with brute force.

She couldn't help but marvel that there existed a man as handsome as the most popular celebrities of the day. The aura surrounding him was not only intimidating, but it also stirred a deep, reverent curiosity about the status and power he held behind the scenes.