The checkpoint before the Void Teleportation Gate was also the final security barrier.
"Because of the prison's absolute security measures, even if an intern prison guard encounters a threat to their life in the Middle Level, they may not necessarily be rescued. If insufficient ability results in serious injury, disability, or death, the prison bears no responsibility. You all signed acknowledgments agreeing to these terms when applying for the Internship Project. Is that clear?"
The prison guard in a Helrom Uniform stared solemnly at the several students led by Hughberlian, a stack of documents in hand.
"No problem."
Hughberlian confirmed it.
Soon, the Poet of Great Love, who was half a beat slow, nodded along as well.
"Is she really here for the internship assessment?"
The prison guard's gaze swept over the five students before settling disdainfully on the black-haired, green-eyed Poet of Great Love.
The Milian Milford at the front was clearly the team leader, while the three silent students behind her looked quite powerful. They even possessed an uncanny aura that made people shiver. Only the weakest-looking black-haired, green-eyed girl beside her seemed as if she had not yet woken up.
Yet that girl was especially eye-catching, making people's gazes linger on her involuntarily.
"That's just how she is. It's fine."
Hughberlian sighed.
At that moment, the Poet of Great Love beside her wore a Jet-Black Mask. Its Confinement Mask-like structure firmly locked her jaw, weakening to a certain extent the effects of the Rhythm Magic and Word Spirit Magic emanating from her, so that this body would not severely disrupt other people's minds the moment she opened her mouth.
Yet when she did not speak, even if she seemed to be thinking of nothing at all, her gaze remained gentle and radiant, clearer than emerald spring water,