One Month

Phew... hah...

The purple airflow had almost pushed all the thorns out of his neck. Just as they were about to be completely expelled, Yi Chen immediately stopped the Breathing Technique.

He only needed to confirm that the Breathing Technique could remove the Thorn Collar. But having just been imprisoned, this was not the time to take it off yet.

Waiting for the right moment

This was an important ability Yi Chen had learned during his lifetime. It seemed simple, but waiting actually required almost endless patience. Some opportunities required a long period of seemingly pointless waiting, and many people would experience emotional fluctuations during the process and fail to determine the right moment.

Using the bone-shrinking technique, he forced his hands back into the manacles.

Yi Chen once again returned to the appearance a sinner ought to have and lay alone on the bed.

He did not feel bored at all. A certain deep memory box was slowly opening, and his thoughts once again returned to his life before death—to the scene of being escorted to the Death Row in the World Prison.

He had been wearing a collar back then too, and several fine needles had been inserted into the inner ring and his neck. The moment he dared to entertain any thought of resisting, the needles would inject a brain suppressant.

Not only that,

Yi Chen had also been wearing a specially made restraining suit and was bound to a standing cart. Accompanied by several overseers, he moved through the execution area.

The prison cells in the World Prison were at least a hundred meters apart from one another, with multiple layers of barriers between them. Each prison had specialized staff responsible for its supervision.

Every cell was different in size and design, and even the materials