My Cell Prison - Chapter 1583 - 1581: Interference

Chapter 1583: Chapter 1581: Interference

As the fourth team reaches the [Stomach Palace].

The corpse of the giant Ymir begins to change, the tongue exposed starts retracting, and the mouth slowly begins to close.

At this moment.

Two figures are sprinting along the maze-like path piled with corpses.

The goat’s hoof steps forward,

The elegant figure leaps into the air, performing a somersault before the mouth completely closes.

“Kite, hurry up!”

“Ah… oh~”

Kite’s speed is obviously not as fast as Sally’s.

Seeing the mouth already closed, the teeth tightly sealed, making entry impossible… plop! Suddenly something falls down.

Kite, secreting foul-smelling mucus all over,

Like smeared with lubricant, slips through the decayed nostril directly, landing behind Sally.

Eek~ Even Sally, who lives in the Black Forest, is a bit disgusted.

Kite doesn’t mind and cleans himself thoroughly with his tongue.

At this moment.

The giant Ymir’s mouth has completely shut, the entire head, due to the ’turtle’ characteristic, retracts inside the body, sealing all entrances.

While Kite is licking the filth off himself, he also glances at the rotten tongue’s surface, unexpectedly gathering information.

“The scent of other individuals remains too dense to distinguish… Since we haven’t found Boss Green and the others in the maze center, they must be here.”

“Let’s hurry then!”

The two quicken their pace, spiraling upwards along the esophagus.

When the two step into the Stomach Palace, even the esophagus closes up.

Tsk!

Aslan notices the entrance of the two, his usually squinting eyes slightly open, showing displeasure.

Meanwhile, as everyone arrives and the entrance is sealed.

When Sally and Kite jump onto the stage, regrouping with their team.

The [Stomach Palace] begins to slightly tremble, strands of decayed flesh accumulate at the center of the venue, slowly forming a voluptuous, hairy woman.

Representing a segment of consciousness preserved before Ymir’s death, tasked to select an Outsider worthy of inheriting the precious treasure she left.

“In total, 21 Outsiders unaffected by Eitr are gathered in my Stomach Palace. Next, a full-scale melee will determine the sole survivor to receive my precious treasure.”

Upon hearing this,

All present people’s expressions turn unfavorable, having arrived as teams, they are unwilling to kill teammates.

Moreover, the melee mode seems inappropriate, as two teams here hail from the same world.

When someone tries to voice an opinion, Ymir’s residual consciousness acts like a fixed program, entirely unwilling to change the rules.

“Next, let the melee begi…”

Drip, drip~

Suddenly, some liquid infiltrates the Stomach Palace, accompanied by an indescribably powerful aura.

A drop of life-giving white liquid coincidentally lands atop the head of Ymir’s residual consciousness body.

Her words halt abruptly,

As she reaches for the liquid on her head, the most primal fear emotion is instantly triggered.

“How… is this possible!? How could poison infiltrate my bodily cavity and reach here… wait! This density is even purer than the original liquid atop the mountains, just what is it!?”

When she looks up, a white figure rapidly descends.

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Plop!

The body harboring Ymir’s residual consciousness is directly shattered by the forceful intrusion of the mysterious figure.

With a casual grasp,

The scattered chunks of flesh swiftly gather in the mysterious figure’s palm, forming a “Giant Key” symbolizing Ymir, even sealing the consciousness within.

“Apologies for the interruption…

The game was in the testing phase, never anticipating so many people would synchronize to reach the “Giant Forbidden Zone”, the original rules proved unsuitable.

I’ll now define the competition rules anew,

Fairly and reasonably contesting the ownership of the “Ultimate Treasure” as team units.”

The man who effortlessly shattered the primal giant and constrained its consciousness dumbfounds everyone present, even Pope couldn’t discern any information.

In starry eye pupils, all remains an unknown white.

Only Han Dong knows who this person truly is… Upon seeing this person, Han Dong instantaneously understands the essence of this game.

Ladybug Game,

Black Tower Design Department,

And the [Eitr] liquid included in the game, stimulating the growth and formation of all things.

All are directly linked to Mr. M.

Doesn’t the effect of this liquid resemble Mr. M’s bodily fluids?

But said the primordial liquid released into the game, uncontrolled by Mr. M, wildly stimulates matter, causing irregular derivation and unrestricted growth at the material level, directly establishing the [Infinite City].

It can even be asserted,

Mr. M casually spit some saliva, creating the core area of the game, and supporting the related giant framework.

As for the [Ladybug Foundation], as part of the Black Tower Design Department, it too falls under Mr. M’s command.

“This!”

When Han Dong’s thoughts connect, he is immensely shocked.

By his side, Sally notices the change in Han Dong’s expression and softly questions: “Nicholas, do you know this person?”

Han Dong doesn’t answer directly but gently embraces Sally’s slim waist, tentacles inserting within her body… Through seemingly normal physical contact, establishing mental transmission.

『Sally, this is the important person I mentioned once in the Black Forest, who can help “Mother” mend her injuries.』

『What!』

Upon hearing this, Sally almost jumps in place, fortunately tightly held by Han Dong.

『Sally, you need not pay heed, just focus seriously on the game.

Regarding “Mother”’s recovery, I’ll discuss with this person in detail afterward.』

『… Alright.』

Sally naturally hypothesizes, considering the Eitr liquid excreted by this white, mysterious figure… Even an extremely weak quantity can establish an absurdly lively environment like the Infinite City.

As Han Dong mentioned, if one could acquire a copious amount of such liquid, perhaps it really could repair Mother’s injuries.

She silently resolves to win the upcoming competition.

Currently, Mr. M standing central to the venue pays no special attention to Han Dong, regarding everyone equally.

“Distinguished teams from various worlds, please attentively listen to the competition rules I’ve spontaneously drafted.

[Phase One – Personal Combat]

Each should dispatch a team member for a ’four-person match’; the victor advances to the final treasure contest.

This combat will occur in five rounds, selecting five advancing individuals total.

Given everyone is a prodigy across worlds,

Apart from death as an exclusion, participants can voluntarily quit during the competition, or the observing team can opt for forfeiture.

Upon quitting, I’ll ensure the fastest protection, safeguarding your lives.”

Mr. M directs attention to the last arrived Onmyoji Team in the Stomach Palace, “According to the teams’ arrival order in the Stomach Palace, they will designate personnel for the first match.”

Thus, arriving quickly proves advantageous. As the first team here, Han Dong can decide his personnel last, allowing ample strategy formulation.

“Boss, should I go first… they’re all so strong, I’m itching to compete!”

Keigo’s tongue hangs out, dripping with drool from excitement, eager to step forth.

“Keigo, wait till the end!

Let Agui first test the waters, since anyone making it here isn’t simple.”

The youth known as [Agui], one hand pressing a peculiar sword at his waist, the other clutching the Prajna Mask… rotates his foot 90° translocating straight from the stage to the center of the ring.