"Tick-tock~ tick-tock!"
In a relatively spacious prison cell on the eighteenth floor of the Underworld, Yu Ming sat in a wicker chair, holding an antique bronze pocket watch and muttering along with the movement of its hands.
Three other figures were also in the room, each surrounded by peculiar fluctuations of perception.
"Did you hear that? The gears of fate have already begun to turn. What a wonderful sound. I can hardly wait to return to the human world. So much time has passed now that the anomaly involving that prison warden, Chris, has drawn considerable attention. All we need to do is wait for Ling's anomaly to become more pronounced. Then I, Yu Ming, will control every trend in the new world."
"Zhang Chen, you are quite a crucial gear in this upheaval. You must turn faster and drive the changes throughout Ling. I am waiting here for you to lead me out, so do not make me wait too long."
"Miss Elizabeth, what kind of ability is this?"
As Zhang Chen followed her out of the Underworld's territory, a large amount of viscous black fluid poured from the woman's palm. In Zhang Chen's perception, this fluid was not inanimate; it possessed a rudimentary consciousness and obeyed Miss Elizabeth absolutely.
As more and more black fluid emerged, it eventually gathered into two black steeds and a carriage for the two of them to ride in.
"A prison warden's abilities are top-secret. Figure it out slowly."
The two sat facing each other inside the carriage. Along the way, Elizabeth widened her sapphire-blue eyes with great interest and stared straight at Zhang Chen, studying his face, then his body, and finally his limbs. After a while, even Zhang Chen began to feel a little uncomfortable.
"Prison Warden, how long will