Judging by its appearance, this was not a prison cell, but more like an executive suite in a hotel.
It had four rooms: a living room, bedroom, reception room, and bathroom. The television, refrigerator, air conditioner, and other appliances were all provided, along with soft beds, twenty-four-hour hot water, and fresh fruit and food.
Other than being unable to leave, the person inside could basically do whatever he wanted. In fact, cheerful singing was currently drifting out from the bathroom.
Set soaked in the bathtub, humming a tune contentedly as he squeezed milk-and-orange-scented body wash onto his arm and worked it into foam. He seemed quite satisfied with the treatment he was receiving. He even grinned at the surveillance camera overhead, as if greeting whoever was watching from the other side.
"That's way too arrogant!" In the next room, a woman in a camisole with a ponytail suddenly threw the Switch in her hand onto the table and said angrily.
"What is it?" The stylishly dressed, handsome young man beside her, who looked like a trainee idol, was watching the latest episode of "Creation 102" on his computer. Hearing her, he took off his headphones.
"What does that bastard in there think he's doing, appearing on a reality show? Every half hour, he has to make some expression at the camera. It's driving me crazy!"
"He is the God of Chaos, after all. He probably wants to stir up trouble every second of the day. I actually think he's pretty pathetic," said the trainee.
"What's so pathetic about him?"
"I heard that over a thousand years ago, he was a pretty important figure. He had plenty of followers, and they built quite a few temples for him. But now, aside from the few that have become tourist attractions, the rest