To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 426: Chapter 256: Could it be, He’s a Genius? (Part 2)_1

The Enlightenment room is one of the most important rooms in the prison.

Capturing nobles was one of the players’ plans, and some of those whose crimes were not so severe were taken here for reformation.

After all, there weren’t many intellectuals among the NPCs, and the majority of them were nobles. These nobles could be good officials, but they needed to be reformed, to understand what they were really made of.

When they arrived here, they went through arrogance, helplessness, torment, and finally, enlightenment. The Enlightenment room was where their enlightenment took place.

“Enlightenment” is a third-tier skill, requiring a substantial amount of education points to acquire, so not many people had it.

Standing outside the Enlightenment room, Kevin took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and then saw one of the prison leaders, Xiemen Waidao, being hung up and beaten by his companion.

Even in the wild circles of nobles, this scene was a bit explosive.

Especially since the other party was openly engaging in such shameful play, even accidental bystanders became part of their game, which made Kevin marvel that the Angel Envoys knew how to have fun too.

“Did I interrupt you guys?”

“No, you came just in time.” Xiemen Waidao said from the ceiling, “Uh, Mukuai 1234, now that there are outsiders here, can you let me down?”

“Tell me the truth first! Was it you who spread the rumor around the prison that ‘My Mukuai is a glutton’?”

“No.”

“You mean I misunderstood you?”

“No, what I mean is, it’s not a rumor, it’s a fact. And I didn’t say it, I just assigned it as classroom homework. It’s actually very useful; written with the characters here, it perfectly includes all the letters, which makes it great for practice writing.”

“Dammit!”

Even after letting Xiemen Waidao down, Mukuai 1234 was still fuming, red-faced, and casually snatched up a piece of merit to chew on.

Ignoring his own Mukuai, Xiemen Waidao looked at Kevin and said, “Comrade Kevin…”

“Why do you all like to call people comrade?” Kevin objected, “I am a noble.”

“What others mean I can’t say, but for me it indicates people of the same pursuit.”

“I am only temporarily aligned with you; I do not share your aspirations.”

Xiemen Waidao looked at Kevin and laughed, “Suit yourself. Some people came here more fiercely than you, but afterwards, they all succumbed to goodness. Watching one evil person after another indulge uncontrollably in the pleasure of doing good deeds, being eroded and tainted by the light, that taste is truly irresistible.”

Kevin shuddered, his gaze drifting towards the door, wondering if he should slip away.

But Xiemen Waidao had already moved faster, locking the door, lowering the blinds, and telling Mukuai to leave.

Dimming the kerosene lamp, Xiemen Waidao lit incense, then had Kevin lie on a bed in the corner.

The bed was solid and comfortable, the scent of the incense relaxing, and the dim light hazy, causing Kevin to slowly drift into a state between sleep and wakefulness.

With his last bit of reason, he asked, “Why are you doing this?”

“It’s a ritual of the God of Education. Starting from the third-tier blessings, many blessings require rituals to cast. I see it as a form of hypnosis. Now, stop talking, or I might make a mistake, which would be troublesome.”

“How troublesome?”

“I might change your XP, making you enamored with carriages for the rest of your life.”

“Don’t!”

“Relax, calm down.”

“How am I supposed to calm down!”

Seeing Kevin getting more and more agitated, Xiemen Waidao sighed, “There’s nothing I can do then.”

A punch to Kevin’s forehead, the lively Kevin was knocked out by Xiemen Waidao’s fist, and the effects of Enlightenment kicked in.

Almost the instant he lapsed into unconsciousness, Kevin fell into a dream.

It was a mysterious feeling; he knew he was dreaming but couldn’t wake up.

In his sleep, he seemed to return to Childhood, to the day he was brought from the manor back to the villa.

He had no memories before the age of five, figuring his father must have found a Priest of the Goddess of Mercy to seal his memories of that period.

But as the dream went on, forgotten memories resurfaced one by one.

The face of his father became clear, and the likeness of his birth mother, serene yet full of maternal spirit, was recalled.

The father in his memory was much more gentle than now—perhaps because he wasn’t looking at Kevin as a substitute for “Kevin” but as another son.

Their family of three lived temporarily in a villa far from Yifate, huddling by the fireplace in winter, sharing baked apples together.

Back then, his father allowed him to climb onto his knees and would stroke his fuzzy head while telling stories. At each interesting story, Kevin would secretly vow to write such fascinating fairy tales himself someday.

The dream broke off at that moment, the memories coming to an end, and when he woke up, he found himself still lying on the soft bed, but his heart stayed by that little fireplace for a long time, unable to move on.

Touching his cheeks, Kevin found them wet with tears.

Taking the handkerchief Xiemen Waidao passed to him, he wiped his tears and then heard Xiemen Waidao ask, “What did you see, Comrade Kevin?”

Embarrassed by his outburst, Kevin took a moment before saying, “Childhood.”