Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 848 - 163: Your Professional Certificate
Solan never imagined that one day he would meet the Demon King in such a manner.
The chaos in the prison had long ceased, with prisoners and guards gone without a trace.
About ten minutes ago, they saw a guard, drenched in blood and clutching a sheepskin book, running frantically towards the other end of the prison. Since then, this floor had descended into prolonged silence.
Perhaps Qina and the other prisoners sacrificed to the watchers had already met their demise.
"Can you open this cell?"
He asked.
In the depths of his heart, Solan had already accepted the Demon King's invitation, and only after subjugating the Demon King did he earnestly examine this country.
He saw beings a hundredfold more evil than the Demon King.
"In your current state, you can't even defeat those guards. What use is it even if you leave this cell?"
Meiliya crossed her arms, stating a cruel fact without hesitation.
When sent here, critically injured and shackled with restraints meant for a Transcendent, that was why the guards were so fearless—regardless of a prisoner's identity outside, as long as they wore these special restraints, their abilities would be entirely sealed, and the triggered electric shocks would leave them convulsing on the ground.
Faced with his nemesis's mockery, Solan sat cross-legged on the ground, falling into silence.
He knew the Demon King was right. The guards who beat him were not Transcendents; they were just ordinary people wielding sticks. It was hard for him to imagine the terrifying nature of the watchers they feared.
After battling with Cedric, Solan realized the gap between himself and true powerhouses in this world. He also learned from the Demon King the secrets of this prison, facts he had never heard of before, stories concerning the Violet Commune.
In his current pitiful state, what good would escaping the cell do?
"Hey, you're not one to give up so easily."
Seeing Solan's silence, Meiliya softened a bit, "You used to be a warrior who would always get up and charge at me again, no matter how many times I knocked you down!"
In her view, Solan's most commendable qualities were his indomitable spirit and his resilience akin to that of a cockroach.
"Demon King, what's your plan?"
Solan took a deep breath and asked.
Previously, in the team, he never played the role of a strategic thinker; tactics and plans were mostly devised by Ilya and Sera. He only needed to play the role of the sturdiest shield in battle, blocking attacks for his comrades. As such, he never considered defeating the Demon King as his personal achievement. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Now, however, he didn't even have a team, and most of those former comrades had become his enemies.
"How do you know I have a plan?"
Meiliya responded at once, "You should have noticed something unusual about this prison when you were brought in, right? Don't you find the space inside here to be ten times larger than it seems from outside?"
She produced a map of the prison and tossed it in front of Solan.
She had stolen it from the watcher's lounge. Thanks to that fat guy suddenly going berserk, she had seized the opportunity to search the watcher's dwelling on this level unimpeded.
"This is..."
"Level Four, West Zone."
Meiliya said.
The map was marked with the fat guy's portrait. "To prevent these mentally unstable freaks from destroying an entire prison floor when going berserk, the Prison Warden had them assigned to different levels... Simply put, this is a blank area between reality and the void."
Layer Four was indeed a significant number.
Whether venturing deeper into the levels or escaping the prison, one needed to pass through half the prison areas.
"The way to transition to the next level is known only to the watchers on each level. They are equivalent to the managers of that level."
Meiliya speculated that the ranking order of the watchers on each level was arranged according to their strength, with the watcher named "King of Gluttony" being middle-ranked among the prison guards.
"I heard the concept of levels from a red-haired woman."
"Miss Red Hair!"
Solan blurted out. At the Bloodthorn Clan manor, it was also Miss Red Hair who helped them escape. He didn't expect the Eldest Prince to have summoned the Imperial Army.
At this thought, he couldn't help but worry about the safety of the Other Shore.
"So you know her, which saves me the trouble of introductions."
Along the way, she developed some quite complicated feelings for the Other Shore.
On one hand, the Other Shore completely shattered her world view, making her realize that the "Demon King" was just an empty title. In the world highly similar to the Silver Radiance Empire, she amounted to nothing.
Forget about destroying the world; she was merely at the level where committing a crime in the Imperial Capital in the afternoon would lead to her quick arrest.
In that world, there existed terrifying entities far beyond their imagination and understanding.
The concept of levels, the deepest part of the corruption zone.
The deeper they ventured into these areas, the closer they came to those indescribably terrifying beings.
When Meiliya inquired about what existed in the "Land of Nothingness" in the most profound part of the corruption zone, she received the simple answer, "Evil God."
The Other Shore also mentioned that guests not specially invited by the Evil God often found their souls and bodies twisted into monsters before reaching the Land of Nothingness, and they became lost in some level.
