My Cell Prison-Chapter 2166 - 2163: Essence

Han Dong gazed at the Prison World that had formed independently in his hand from combining with the "World Rubik’s Cube."

"Mr. Eugene really is something... From the start, did he never intend for me to become a king in S-01?

Or perhaps, he knew very well that if I found the ’final answer’ and became a king in this special form, it would create a strong conflict with someone existing in S-01?

Well, this is fine too."

The Rubik’s Cube was absorbed into his body.

As Han Dong stepped forward into the area devoid of material flow with his thoughts in mind,

the spatial dimensions immediately folded and contracted with his intentions,

and the point where his foot landed was perfectly within S-01’s borders, with the [Gray Mirror Blockade Area], where the Out-of-Control War was raging, right before him.

"Indeed, no matter how special this group of remaining Out of control ones are, they have no advantage against the combined force of the seniors... If we’re talking about true [Out of Control],

they can’t compare to the ancestors at all.

Let’s go~ to finish the last remaining task."

...

Inside the Blockade Area

Buzz!

A [grey beam] pierced through the head of the Grand President, leaving a terrifying grey hole.

Not only that, wherever the beam traveled, the Out of control ones were pierced, shredded, and fell.

The one firing the beam was the Walker,

one hand extending the index finger forward in the shape of a handgun, while the other hand rested in his pocket.

His display of power was so overwhelming,

that no one in the Out of Control dared to approach besides the Grand President, and even the holders of Black Tower letters in the allies were astounded.

Director C. Charles’ eyes widened: "Is this the true power of the [Thousand-Faced Demon King]? If this continues, as long as we can continuously kill the Grand President, we can drag it to the end of the war and combine our forces to seal off the Grand President."

The scene shifts to the [Grand President]

His head was pierced, and the core hidden inside was also shattered.

The grey hole left in his head began showing signs of corruption, with a large number of tentacles spilling out, wrapping around his head with endless whispers of madness.

It was clear the Grand President was rapidly dying.

But the very next second, as if refreshed, the Grand President appeared completely unscathed at the original spot.

Such a situation made the Grey cry out in frustration,

"Oh dear~ what a troublesome ability this is, this guy should really be handled by the [ancestors]... Why do you have to chase after me? I was only pretending to be Miss Leng."

Swish!

A flash of cold light.

A combat dagger of unknown materials flew towards the Grey Walker.

The material flowing within the blade seemed to gather the [quantity] of billions of people, including energy, momentum, and the sum of their strength.

As the dagger was about to reach the Walker,

the Grand President, miles away, appeared simultaneously.

Snap! With a backhand grip, he caught the dagger handle... and swung out a chop strike of extremely high purity.

The Grey rapidly stepped back,

Swish!

The little vest was cut open with a long, strip-shaped opening diagonally, the surface slightly cut... a trace amount of grey aura seeped out.

"Wow, that was fast~ It clearly wasn’t this fast just now.

And I basically dodged, yet still got slightly cut... Can your attack shorten the ’spatial distance’?

I thought you were an ability user related to life and the undying.

Didn’t expect your specialty to be space combat.

Come on, let’s play a little game."

The Grand President remained silent.

His eyes were filled with hundreds of "National Pupils," locking onto the Grey from all angles.

Swish! Another combat short sword was thrown towards the Walker.

Moving along with the blade,

both arms swung out chop strikes in a dizzying flurry,

"Oh? Ambidextrous... Can you go even faster?"

At that moment.

The Grey felt as if he was fighting for his life against beings from multiple super worlds,

with ultra-fast backward steps,

unconsciously, a cloak swirling with ashes hung on the Walker’s back.

The speed both had reached surpassed anyone present; 99% of those present couldn’t capture their precise movements.

"There’s a flaw~"

Taking advantage of the gap created by a large step back, the Grey spun around with a hand chop.

Swish!

A flash of grey light,

The Grand President’s body was cut in half at the waist.

However,

The upper half of the Grand President’s severed body performed a bizarre motion, swish! Brain matter splattered as he thrust the dagger into his own brain, forcibly committing suicide.

Instantly upon death, a refreshed, uninjured Grand President appeared anew.

The whole process had not a single superfluous move, with arms striking in unison, chopping towards the Grey.

Swish!

Two massive space rifts were carved out.

The small vest on the walker’s body was licked with two cuts again, but the body was unharmed.

"Phew~ That was close!" The walker stared at the tear in his attire, full of helplessness.

The President’s face showed difficulty,

what he had just displayed was not just a chop strike, but also a domain effect called [Congress]... The pressure on the individual he was fighting against would accumulate endlessly over time.

The battle had already lasted over half an hour,

but the Grey’s movements were not restricted. Instead, he seemed to move more and more fluently.

"Ignoring any form of domain? Is this the characteristic of ’Grey’... In that case, there’s no need for external domain release."

The domain known as Congress was internalized, enhancing the self entirely.

A dense aura of white light enveloped the President, the nearby space was completely distorted, time seemed nearly frozen... It was as if the national anthem praising the President could be faintly heard.

Just as he was about to make a move,

Clack!

A crisp sound of footsteps echoed there.

The President didn’t see anything, but a person suddenly appeared before him, the important target he wanted to kill in this battle - [Han Dong].

The suddenly arriving Han Dong showed no killing intent,

nor did he launch an attack on the President, but apologized to Grey with a contrite expression:

"Senior Grey, I’m really sorry for being a bit late~ and causing you so much trouble.

Also, about the Grey Realm, I’ll find a way to compensate you after the battle."

A grey arm gently rested on Han Dong’s shoulder:

"You’ve already compensated me for the Grey Realm a long time ago... Let’s chat later when we have time, the President over there is already very angry! Just right, let me see the answer you’ve found."

"Okay."

With the conversation over,

The President wouldn’t miss such an opportunity! Han Dong had exposed all his weaknesses on his back.

The domain inward,

he had elevated himself to the ultimate state, instantly closing the distance.

The dual swords aimed at Han Dong’s neck and body, slashing down together.

As if the power gathered by tens of billions of citizens concentrated at one point.

The entire process had no intervals, to anyone it seemed inevitable... But Han Dong’s vision didn’t see it that way.

"So slow... Why does it look so slow?

Is it because I want to see the chop strike clearly, so my mind deliberately slows the process?

It seems, after this, I need to spend more time adapting, I’m currently still quite unfamiliar."

In his vision,

The twin swords that were meant to strike down instantly were infinitely slowed.

Without using the Demon Sword,

but with a soft hand, a gentle wave...

Not causing any spatial fracture, just an ordinary looking waving motion.

But...

The President’s pair of [King]’s dual swords, proud of slaughtering countless kings, were completely shattered.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, unable to even make a fist for a moment.

"How is this possible!?"

By this time,

Han Dong had already turned around, staring directly at the President.

This gaze seemed to pierce through everything, directly peering into the soul’s name, life experience, and the fundamental constructs of consciousness.

"President - Ulrich Rattray... Is this your ’out of control’ trait - ’Citizen’? All damages and deaths can be replaced by citizens within your domain.

You also possess characteristics of leader, domination, and control.

Even in real combat, you are comparable to Mr. Penny, no wonder the Out of Control are willing to center around you."

As soon as the words fell,

Han Dong reached out to him, fingers penetrating the outer shell, through the surface, touching the strands within the President’s consciousness, connecting to the citizen’s body threads.

With a light wave,

these lines were all severed.

Behind the President, the throne resembling a Congress building, supported and elected by countless citizens, immediately shook.

Now he no longer had billions of lives, he would die completely if killed once.

In front of the President,

The young man gave him the feeling, like that mysterious little person guarding the Door of Truth.

"Who exactly are you..."

Han Dong said with a smile: "President, your kind of [leadership] is very rare, but unfortunately if a leader like you exists among the prisoners, it would be very hard to manage.

I’m sorry, my prison has no place for you at the moment."

Speaking,

Han Dong’s hand reached deeper, touching the essence within the President’s consciousness,

With a strong squeeze!

Bang~ The truth structure was crushed by a single squeeze, all the abilities the President possessed were completely stripped, instantly reducing from [King] to a common person.

The common body exposed in the deep space died completely in a short time.