My Cell Prison - Chapter 1611: 1609: Communication and Inference

Chapter 1611: Chapter 1609: Communication and Inference

When this critical time point was given,

Some inferences in Han Dong’s mind immediately linked together.

When Han Dong learned he was chosen by Mr. M as an heir, he felt something was off… He was clearly an individual from the S-01 world, and his body even contained Demon Attribute.

If the Black Tower was truly fully antagonistic with the S-01, how could he be so highly regarded? Even if M valued his potential, it was absolutely impossible for Han Dong to be made an heir, reaching the core of the Black Tower.

Thinking carefully about the two ‘invasion events’ that occurred in S-01.

Although the scales were different, they both maintained the “Balance Rule.” Even when London City was transferred to a Shattered World like Pandora, hundreds or thousands of dimensions away, the Black Tower did not use this opportunity to gain an advantage but still maintained the balance of warfare.

Does the Black Tower really want to invade, or are they just trying to verify something?

Is it that they want to verify how powerful S-01 has become after not making contact for so long?

“Senior, are you saying…”

Just as Han Dong was about to voice his speculation,

Knock knock knock!

The door was knocked.

Han Dong also immediately sensed a powerful presence, comparable to the Upper Old King of S-01.

“Mento (M), why did you take off the Mask?

Even if this is your private area, Black Tower rules still must be followed.”

As the words fell,

A pair of black knee-high women’s boots stepped into the room,

A white shirt with a tie, paired with a black trench coat,

The Vortex Mask (white) did not completely cover the face, revealing a slender chin and a hint of thin lips,

Black short hair reaching the ears, partly covering the face,

“Miss Bei (B, Balance), Han Dong isn’t really an outsider.

I’ve already told you, right? I have already decided on him as the ‘heir’… After this Ladybug Game, he was confirmed as the ‘sole heir’.”

The woman codenamed B also cast her gaze on Han Dong.

In a flash, she seemed to glimpse within Han Dong something deformed and swollen, filled with the air of Death and using an Eye as the counterweight of a ‘Balance.’

Though its form was bizarre, it nevertheless formed an unusual absolute Balance overall.

At this time, M handed over the information organized earlier.

“This is the detailed comparison information provided by the Ladybug Foundation.

Bei, from your perspective, you should be able to reach an objective conclusion… If possible, put it on the agenda.”

“I’ll make my own decision on that matter. Since I have the information now, I’ll leave first and get in touch with you later.”

Madame Bei, having obtained the information, turned around and left, her view lingering on Han Dong for less than a second, showing complete disinterest.

Han Dong asked, looking bewildered: “Senior, weren’t we going to have a chat? Why did she leave just like that?”

“Bei is responsible for the Balance of countless worlds, and she is extremely busy.

She doesn’t have time to chat with you alone; the conversation is to be with another person…”

As M said this, he looked behind Han Dong.

“Eileen (I, Ideal), have a brief chat with him.”

“Hm?”

Han Dong was startled as he hadn’t noticed anyone standing behind him.

As he instinctively turned around, his vision was blocked by a large white object… the lady codenamed [I] was over a head taller than Han Dong.

Golden long hair draping over the shoulders,

A nearly two-meter tall slender figure, attired in a form-fitting white high-collared long dress, coupled with white stockings and a pair of exquisite leather shoes,

Han Dong’s height just reaching her chest,

Her face also adorned with a Vortex Mask (white).

She didn’t appear to care much about rules either,

As Madame Bei was leaving after receiving the documents, Eileen also removed her mask, revealing a pair of sparkling blue eyes and a slightly rounded beautiful visage.

Based solely on the aura, compared with the Old Kings Han Dong had seen, Eileen seemed to be on par with the Toad Ancestor.

“Hello, Mr. Han Dong… I’ve heard about you from M long ago; I’m here just for a simple chat, so there’s no need to be nervous.

According to the archives, you became a Black Tower Employee by killing an ‘Uncontrolled.’

Could you share your views on the Uncontrolled?”

“Certainly.”

Han Dong was somewhat surprised.

He could probably guess that the other party intended to gauge his ‘stance’ or ‘disposition’ through the conversation, initially thinking they’d ask about the Black Tower and S-01.

Unexpectedly, they inquired about issues related to the Uncontrolled.

“Based on my interactions,

‘Uncontrolled’ generally refers to existences detrimental to the world’s Development, however… a more specific division should be made within it.

Some Uncontrolled are not inherently evil, nor are their influences on the world a result of their own intentions. Given their existence, they must have significance.

If proper control can be exercised over these Uncontrolled, they may benefit the world’s Development and potentially solve issues unmanageable by conventional means.

There are even instances where certain World Gears may rely on their propulsion.

But there is also a type characterized by extreme Evil.

This type must be dealt with…”

While speaking here, a swarm of Red Balloons and a clown hiding behind them unconsciously surfaced in Han Dong’s mind.

Eileen nodded, “An impressive understanding. You haven’t learned about the [Asylum] yet, have you?”

“Not yet.”

“Okay, let’s leave it at that… M, I’m done here.

Once Bei submits the reports, I’ll also participate in the meeting.”

M, leaning against the window overlooking the mid-level district’s nightscape, softly said: “Eileen, how is my judgment?”

“Indeed, Mr. Han Dong is theoretically the best choice… I’ll elaborate during the meeting.”

With such a straightforward chat,

Ms. Eileen managed to see through Han Dong’s true nature, determining effective information including thought position, disposition, and consciousness stability.

“Mento, I’ve got nothing tonight. Care to have a few drinks?”

“Sure~ But, Han Dong and I still have some matters to discuss… You go ahead, I’ll be there shortly.”

“Alright, see you then.”

There seemed to be an unusual relationship between them.

Before leaving with her mask on, Eileen intentionally glanced over meaningfully.

Thus, the two managers successively left.

Han Dong finally had the opportunity to verify the important inferences he had deduced with M.

“Senior, do you intend to use me as a [Middleman]

To establish a cooperative relationship with S-01… to collaboratively re-manage the gradually out-of-control [Asylum], or even purge some of the Uncontrolled within?”

“That’s right, that’s my plan, though the details are much more complicated.

The situation has developed far beyond what reports indicate; we must prepare for the worst-case scenario – [completely losing control of the Asylum].

At that time, not just the Black Tower, all connected worlds will face unprecedented catastrophe.

Once the situation evolves to later stages, even your S-01 world will be threatened.”

“Is it that serious?

Since the Black Tower created the Asylum and imprisoned the Uncontrolled within,

Logically, there should be ways to purge them individually, right? Or, are there measures in place to handle such emergencies… like tossing the entire tower into a spatial rift, or utilizing some kind of King-grade weapon for eradication.”

“It’s not that simple.

The Asylum’s nature, along with a series of covert changes from thousands of years ago, has allowed a certain instability to continuously ferment, exceeding control range by the time we discovered it three hundred years ago.

With every method we currently possess, none can effectively manage the Asylum,

If missteps occur, the situation could become even graver.

But we still have some time, about twenty years, ten years, or perhaps even shorter… When you reach [Myth], I’ll personally take you to view the Asylum.”

“Alright.”

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