Entering the Dragon Grounds

A group of naked people, regardless of gender, were crammed together and herded off the prison van like piglets. At that moment, Feng Xue felt that in their eyes, she was no different from livestock, at most she should be classified as "wild game".

The Blondie who had previously been considered a potential manager seemed to want to resist, but before he could do anything, a blond white man swung his baton and slammed it hard on his forehead.

The Blondie- haired man was already short, and the blow from above sent him sprawling to the ground. The incomprehensible sounds coming from his mouth drew laughter from the surrounding crowd.

"I remember this Blondie was a power type! How come he was taken down so easily?" In Feng Xue's memory, this guy was someone who could tear apart Omen with his bare hands. There was no reason why he couldn't withstand such an attack.

The next moment, he remembered his deactivated [Assassin] Tag. Although he had lost the [Agility] element, it didn't have much of an impact on his physical abilities. Moreover, when it deactivated, it wasn't as completely shattered as when he lost the [Corpse Collector] Tag. Instead, it felt more like a game skill Cooldown. If he hadn't seen the Blondie like this, he might not have even remembered it.

But if we look at it this way...

Feng Xue suddenly remembered the sentence she had seen when she received the goalkeeper Tag:

[The power of Tag rests on the Infinite City; those who use Tag are forever merely appendages of the Infinite City.]

"So that's what it means... Once you leave the Infinite City, the Tag given by the Infinite City will lose their effect, but the Tag given by outsiders' perceptions can still be used? Is that why outsiders' perceptions are so valuable?"

Perhaps not wanting to waste time, the "prison guard" kicked the Blondie twice more before brandishing his baton again, speaking in what sounded like accented English, and urging the inmates to walk in the direction they indicated.

Feng Xue glanced at the Blondie being dragged by the hair by the prison guard, silently offering him a silent consolation, and then slowly moved along with the crowd.

After a short walk, Feng Xue arrived at a corridor stretching into the distance. On one side of the corridor was a row of cells embedded in the wall... well, to put it bluntly, solitary confinement cells. At that moment, a dark-skinned prison guard was pacing back and forth in the corridor, his baton scraping against the iron bars, prying open the cell doors with a series of ear-piercing clangs. Seeing Feng Xue and the others appear, he immediately brandished his baton and shouted—

"Gadean! Gadean!"

"What kind of weird pronunciation is this?" Feng Xue felt a chill run down his spine. Although he knew it was probably a call for them to come in, he found it hard to connect it with the English pronunciation he knew.

Is this what they call an accent?

Will I still be able to communicate using my rudimentary English?

Feng Xue shivered, goosebumps rising all over his body. He tried hard to recall the useful words from his limited vocabulary from his previous life, and kept searching for the phonetic symbols he had almost completely forgotten, attempting to correct his pronunciation to a relatively standard level.

However, these warnings are clearly from low-level clerks, and talking to them is pointless.

"There must be a reason why these people arrested Wu. Whether it's for dissection and research, torture and revenge, or even for mass executions, there must be someone in charge who will show up."

As Feng Xue thought this to herself, she kept looking around, searching for surveillance cameras or something similar.

He still has a trump card that can turn the tide, and the resources in his Golden Finger code library are enough for him to make some big splashes. However, without his Phantom Object costume, he has almost no defense. Just one bullet would be enough to obliterate him.

As expected, "decisiveness leads to easy gains"...

Feeling her consciousness rapidly draining away, Feng Xue once again experienced the same panic she felt when she first transmigrated to the Infinite City, constantly watching her life countdown.

To his surprise, in addition to Chen Xiyao's line continuously providing him with [consciousness], there were dozens of even smaller [consciousness] lines converging.

However, even if all this income is added up, it is less than one-tenth of Feng Xue's daily expenses. Including the [knowledge] stored up from picking up True Thing, he will completely disappear in ten days at most.

"Ten days? They captured so many Wu, are they just perverted and want to see how Wu disappears?"

Feng Xue sighed and began to reflect on his actions. However, he didn't regret stepping out that door. After all, if he didn't go out, he would never know what the outside world was like. He could wander around various Landfill Area and become a sword god of Shili Slope, but then what?

Never underestimate the poverty of a young person, nor the poverty of an old person; respect the dead.

Even with a full set of Phantom Object, how much power could he possibly have to fight back against those powerful figures in the Residential Area who might already be Weird Tale?

The expiration of this Tag is enough to prove that the Tag distributed by Infinite City are ultimately just a stepping stone, a channel for acquiring knowledge. If you want to become stronger, you still have to go outside!

Sometimes it's a good thing not to understand what others are saying. At least right now, the babbling and cacophony from the cages around her, which sounded like curses and pleas for mercy, didn't affect Feng Xue's thinking. Although everyone hates noise, meaningless noise and meaningful arguments are ultimately different in their ability to divert attention.

Feng Xue sat in the corner of the cell, using her knees drawn up to shield herself from the Man's Black Ball, while searching for suitable parts to forge into Phantom Object in this "single room".

The cell is a typical prison cell, fixed to the walls and floor, with an immovable hard bed. The windows in the walls have iron bars, so tight you can't even stick your head out. And even if you could break the walls, it wouldn't matter, because on the other side of the walls is just the prison's exercise yard.

At the far end of the diagonal corner of the bed, there was a toilet, which made Feng Xue realize that this place was not used to imprison Wu—at least it was not originally a facility for imprisoning Wu.

"To be honest, there are blind spots, but to think you can do something with them is a bit of an overestimation of people's intelligence." After surveying the entire room, Feng Xue realized she had indeed been overthinking things. This damned prison didn't even give her a blanket! Were they supposed to just plaster some dust on the walls as a base?

What can be refined from it?

Quicklime that will inevitably cause blindness?

Just as Feng Xue was pondering what he could use as a base, a series of footsteps sounded. He didn't care about the embarrassment of being naked, and instantly sprang from his seated position to the gate, where he pressed his head against the iron fence.

In his field of vision was a group of more than a dozen people, most of whom were wearing prison guard uniforms or white coats, and a few were wearing suits. However, what ultimately caught Feng Xue's eye was the person at the very front, walking with a guy who was obviously the leader.

No, saying "walked" isn't quite right. This person was sitting in Wheelchair, with empty space between the two trouser legs hanging down in front. The left half of his face had hideous scars spreading outward from his eye socket, while the eyeball at the center was just an empty eye socket.

He scanned the caged creatures with his remaining right eye, and Feng Xue could deeply feel the chilling coldness in his gaze, like that of Poisonous Snake.