Having committed such a grave crime,
he still dared to utter such "divisive," even Deep Sea-defying words.
From the conch prison guard's perspective, it was as though Han Dong had leaned close to his ear and made a request of his own:
"I want a vicious beating."
A series of brutal thuds rang out from within the cell.
Of course,
the guard did not dare harbor any intent to kill. He was merely teaching him a lesson.
Although Han Dong, this prisoner, had committed sins so severe that no one had committed comparable crimes in the Deep Sea for nearly a thousand—perhaps even ten thousand—years, he still had to be personally judged by Lord Cthulhu.
If anything happened to him beforehand, it would count as a dereliction of duty.
After taking a brutal beating, Han Dong was not only fine, but even felt his groggy mind clear up somewhat.
He sidled up to the guard again and whispered into his ear.
"As a Mythical Body, your fists are quite powerful, and they carry a special piercing impact... You clearly know that the 'crime' I committed is not something an ordinary person could accomplish.
Aren't you afraid that I'll break free of my restraints and kill you outright?"
Smack!
Another punch landed on Han Dong's cheek. His body appeared to slam heavily into the corner, but in truth, he had already completed the process of dissipating the force.
The guard clenched his fists. "If I feared death, I would never have taken this post.
I have dedicated everything to the Deep Sea. Death is merely another form of returning to the Deep Sea... My present duty is to watch over a special prisoner like you and deliver you to The Final Sea Cliff at the appointed time."
Han Dong, who had