To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 423: Chapter 254: The Prison of the Players (Part 2)_2

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Though the man was only about one meter eighty in height, killing intent boiled around him, and his gaze was as sharp as lightning, making the musketeer opposite him feel a chill in his heart; he almost wanted to look away.

Gathering his courage, the musketeer said, “I am…”

“Ada!”

With a strange cry, the musketeer in front of him was hit right on the bridge of his nose, his features instantly twisted out of shape, and then he flew backward.

Exhaling roughly, the nun flexed her finger joints and walked toward the remaining people.

With each step she took, she seemed to grow taller, and the people before her were so frightened they became silent as cicadas in winter, and then one by one, she punched them, breaking their spines, robbing them of any future happiness or lower body joy.

After dealing with this group, the nun turned to Kevin and said, “I’m a violent offender, an Angel Envoy who has no brains and only knows how to punch people. I’ve received orders to rescue you. Come with me, Drey.”

“Um, my name is Kevin.”

“…Huh?”

The violent offender leaned in close, eyeing Kevin up and down with her panther-like eyes, then yelled, “Why the hell are you pretending to be Drey?”

“Did I ever pretend? You’re the one who mistook me for Drey out of your own accord!”

“I clearly heard that it was Drey who got captured, seems the intel was wrong. Forget it, I’m leaving!”

“Wait, take me with you! I’m on a dead-end path here.”

“Hmm… alright, since you are Drey’s brother.”

“How do you know that again?”

The violent offender didn’t answer but grabbed Kevin and kicked down a nearby wall, jumping right through it.

This was the third floor.

Watching the ground rushing toward him, Kevin’s mind went blank, and he couldn’t help but scream, “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”

The moment they hit the ground, the violent offender’s feet gripped onto the earth like talons, then she moved swiftly onward.

Outside, the prison guards had caught wind of the escape and surrounded the area, with even more guards moving in to kill the violent offender and Kevin.

In the face of this situation, the violent offender actually started to laugh.

Like the other Angel Envoys, he was a monstrous being with no expression, but the impassioned laughter coming from his mouth made Kevin’s skin crawl.

Rushing at the guards like a beast, he slapped one of them into the air, then used their defensive line to jump to the second floor, shouting mid-air, “Will the prison compensate you if you die?”

Having shouted his piece, the guards who were ready to encircle the violent offender instantly dispersed.

They had seen the terror of the violent offender, and knew that they could probably overpower him with a few sacrifices.

But as the violent offender said, they couldn’t afford insurance, and their families would get almost nothing if they died.

So really, a job that pays a few silver coins a month wasn’t worth it.

Laughing maniacally, the violent offender carried Kevin on a wild run until they finally reached a secluded spot.

Having shaken off their pursuers, the violent offender threw Kevin down, then kicked open a wall in front of them, grabbed Kevin by the ankles, and charged in.

After several such moves, Kevin felt like he was going to vomit.

He hadn’t died at the hands of the musketeers, nor been beaten to death by the guards, but he never imagined that he might actually die at the hands of this violent offender.

You’re a nun, is there really a need for this!

Behind the wall was a laundry room; they jumped into the laundry chute, shuffling through pipes until they finally reached their destination, St. Louis Prison.

This prison was well-regulated, only that it was rumored that the warden was quite wealthy, having recently bought some property, though no news followed after that.

However, upon landing there, Kevin felt like he had come to the wrong place.

This place was not a prison at all!

The houses were orderly, the streets clean and tidy, and the cells along the way had been transformed into shops where prisoners, clutching their wares, hawked their goods along the street in a lively atmosphere.

Beneath the ground, factories were working at full tilt; a large quantity of goods was transported to the upper level, where they were quickly absorbed by the prisoners, becoming part of their wealth.

Although they all wore prison uniforms, the uniforms were of high quality, with a distinctive feel that made it hard to believe they were meant for prisoners.

Kevin had just come from another prison, so he was shocked to find that there were no fetid stenches, no overcrowded cells, and the prisoners even had meat in their meals, which made him doubt his own eyes.

Rubbing his eyes, he helplessly said, “It seems I’m sick, seeing such strange things.”

“Don’t doubt yourself, Mr. Kevin. Please come this way.”

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Leading Kevin towards the command center, Kevin noticed that there was a high proportion of Angel Envoys here.

It was the first time he realized that there were so many Angel Envoys within Yifate, and that they were actually lurking in the prison.

Not only that, but a large number of workers from outside were converging here, yet the prison didn’t seem to care about the increasing population, instead enthusiastically accepting these refugees.

Some of them were prisoners from other jails, some were vagrants, some were innocents affected by a previous assassination attempt, and some had simply come with their families, drawn by the legends and seeking shelter.

Following the violent offender, he couldn’t help but ask, “Can the prison accommodate all these people?”

“We can dig downwards. There are many voids in the lower mines, where we can build houses.”

“Aren’t you afraid of collapses?”

“We have very skilled builders and architects, so don’t worry needlessly about that.”

Kevin suspected that the architects here might not even be as good as ants at building houses, but he felt embarrassed to say it out loud.

When he was brought to the leader’s room here, he found that he had seen this leader before.

Pingping looked at the approaching Kevin without any surprise at his appearance here.

It seemed that the Angel Envoys had a special way of connecting with each, able to contact each other across vast distances.

After a brief greeting, his attention was drawn to two other individuals.

Those two guys looked unreliable to him at first glance.

Two Angel Envoys were having a heated argument over plans for the future, each staunchly defending their views, uncompromising. Eventually, they went outside to fight out their dispute, returning only after deciding a winner.

Liuzi, covered in blood, reached out to shake Kevin’s hand and said, “I’ve heard about you, Mr. Kevin. Your feelings for Drey have moved us.”

“How do you know about it!”

“It’s all on the website, just analyze the storyline and there it is.”

“What website!”

Liuzi stared at Kevin for a while and then said to Xiemen Waidao, who lay on the verge of death, recovering health, “Different from Mysterious Mirror, seems like a real NPC.”

“See, you’re too cautious, lad. You’ve been acting strange lately. When playing a game, you should be bold, charging forward relentlessly!”

“Stop it, everyone has their own way of playing; what’s wrong with how I play?”

“Hitting me was where you went wrong.”

“Shut up!”

Watching these two guys bickering nonstop, Kevin felt that this group of Angel Envoys was really strange.

After thinking for a bit, he decided to seek help from Pingping, with whom he had a bit of a connection.

Clearing his throat, he looked at Pingping and asked, “Pingping, why are you here?”

“Got implicated,” Pingping sighed, “Of course, I wasn’t innocent either. To be honest, I went a bit too far with the beatings at that time, then I brought others into it, and we all got carried away. Things got a bit too big, and then I got caught.”

“…It was you, huh? That’s not ‘a bit too big’, I reckon you’ve beaten up about one-tenth of Yifate’s nobility.”

“They should be the ones reflecting. And Mr. Kevin, you should be thankful you’re somewhat human, or else you’d be dead by now.”

Pingping spoke in a tone that seemed light and natural, but combined with his indifferent expression, it couldn’t help but feel unnerving.

Putting that aside for the moment, he asked, “So where’s my residence going to be?”

“You’re not leaving?”

“Can’t leave now, they’re still looking for me above; once found, it means death. So I might as well settle down here.”

“Sure, but we in St. Louis don’t shelter freeloaders; what can you do?”

“Um… etiquette of nobility?”

“Show him out.”

“Wait! I can teach.”

Pingping stared at him for a while, then nodded and said, “There’s some relevance, that’ll do. Violent Offender, could you show him around?”

“No problem, heh heh heh.”

Looking up, Kevin saw the other party had already come to his side, excitedly sizing him up.

At that moment, Kevin felt as though he might have come to the wrong place.