Conspiring to Escape Prison in Plain Sight

Kebide is a mercenary living in a world of Sword and Magic. After mistakenly identifying a young black dragon stealing livestock from townspeople as Giant Bat, he and his entire crew were wiped out. He then arrived in the Infinite City and became a nobody.

The story of those years is unremarkable; it's simply the tale of a helpless soul, whitewashed and facing daily extinction, gradually learning about the world and slowly transforming into a hyena-like opportunist.

Just when he was inspired to Fighting Spirit and decided to give it his all, he was captured by the cunning Real Worlder.

The feeling of finally rekindling one's passion and fighting Fighting Spirit after years of despondency, wanting to launch another challenge, only to have it extinguished by a bucket of cold water, is a cruel blow to anyone.

While in prison, Kebide wasn't in a huge hurry. His years as a scavenger had given him a lot of knowledge, enough to last him a month or two, if not a year or two.

All he wanted was an opportunity.

Although Wu would basically become an "ordinary person" in the Infinite City, there were still some differences. After many explorations, he realized that it was not that "the power of the original world had lost its function," but rather that "the power of the original world needed [consciousness] as fuel to be used."

This is no different from those False Thing left in the Garbage Dump.

Although the term "False Thing" made him doubt whether his original world was also fictional after discovering this fact, and even questioned the reality of his own existence, with each passing yearning for survival, he gradually let go of these philosophical questions—as long as he could become Weird Tale, regardless of whether his past self was real, his future self would definitely become real!

However, unleashing Battle Qi requires a considerable amount of [knowledge], especially when used in the Real World, where it is multiplied by a thousand. Under his full power, his years of accumulation can only support him for a few minutes of combat at most.

Everyone who passes through the door has a natural sense of the anchor point that connects them. It is precisely through this sense that they can clearly judge the distance between themselves and the door, a distance that cannot be covered in just a few minutes.

After witnessing the weapons of those despicable Real Worlder, he clearly realized that if he were surrounded, his explosive power would not be enough to break through the encirclement.

So even when he was beaten by Real Worlder, stripped naked, and had his Phantom Object taken away, he endured it all, all for that opportunity that might not come for some time.

For example, like those unlucky souls before them, they might be dragged out for interrogation or execution.

However, whether it was good luck or bad luck, he was never selected, which made him somewhat anxious.

After all, the passage of time itself means that the time he can unleash his Battle Qi is getting shorter.

"Click, click..." Kebide, who was leaning against the wall, suddenly seemed to hear a sound, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, he pretended to be anxious and paced around the cell, carefully searching for the source of the sound.

As someone who was also considering how to escape, he hadn't been idle these past few days. He had been observing the outside world through the narrow window and studying the layout of the cell in front of the cell door. Of course, these actions had earned him a few beatings, but that was nothing—at least it made his current simple pacing seem less abrupt.

Before long, he followed the faint sound to his bed and lay down without any pretense. The beds in this prison were made of a single piece of wood that ran through the wall, so every two cells actually shared one bed. Therefore, he guessed that it was probably someone from next door trying to convey some message to him.

But... how can two people who don't understand each other's language communicate through a wall?

Listening to the sound coming from where the bed board met the wall, Kebide, by turning over, tentatively tapped a few times.

Sure enough, a faint sound came from that direction:

"Don't make a sound. I have the ability to quickly master most languages. You can pretend to shout out what you want to say."

Though the voice was soft, Kebide, focusing intently, clearly caught the almost murmured words. He narrowed his eyes, then suddenly sprang up from the bed, and like someone going berserk, began to shout wildly, mimicking the disappearing nothingness around him:

What do you want from me?

"Interested in escaping?" The voice was still soft, but it sounded powerful to Kebide.

He didn't change his posture, continuing to pound on the wall while shouting:

What are your plans?

"I'll teach you some other languages. Shout them out loud so we can contact those beings and come up with an escape plan. Taking advantage of not needing to sleep, we'll act together around 3 AM when the Real Worlder are most tired. Then we'll all rush out together. Whether you survive or not depends on your own abilities."

While maintaining his hysterical roar, Kebide pondered for a moment, then added words to his shouts:

"Didn't you already reach a cooperation agreement with those outsiders?"

"They want to monopolize my power, but I need [knowledge]."

The words are simple yet persuasive, conveying a helplessness that only the incompetent can truly understand.

Kebide thought about it for a moment and decided that it was worth the gamble. He was afraid to go out because he was worried about being targeted, but as long as someone shared the firepower, he was confident that he could break through the encirclement with the power of his Battle Qi.

If you're lucky, you might even be able to earn some [knowledge] by killing those jailers.

As for the others, we don't know them!

Kebide wasn't worried at all about Feng Xue him, or rather, whether she tricked him or not was irrelevant at this point. His death wouldn't benefit Feng Xue in the slightest, and even if she didn't trick him, he would still disappear after a while.

Since death is inevitable anyway, it's always better to fight than to spend each day counting down the days until your life ends.

This idea was clearly not unique to Kebide; or rather, without such awareness, these people would not have risked crossing that door.

They were scavengers, hyenas; how could they, daring to trespass into a devastating Landfill Area, not be skilled?

As Kebide continued to imitate Feng Xue's pronunciation, shouting in the cell, a chorus of responses followed.

No one was worried about the issue of informing, because it had been proven that, apart from the person who initiated the escape, no one could communicate with the prison guards.

As for the initiator framing them, that is indeed a problem to consider. However, once the "motive" is taken into account, it becomes clear that this worry is somewhat unnecessary. In fact, compared to staying in prison and slowly waiting to die, everyone is more inclined to take a gamble, especially for those who already have limited resources. This is their only chance.

Thus, the most talked-about prison break plot in history began at this moment.

Amidst the cacophony of howls, only Feng Xue sat quietly on the bed, flipping through the Yan-Victorian Dictionary while uttering soft murmurs that were drowned out by the screams...

Memory Bread is indeed a very useful item for Wu in the Infinite City, because the biggest drawback of Memory Bread is not a problem for Wu, since they don't need to go to the toilet at all.

The problem is that each piece of Memory Bread can only store a small amount of knowledge. Even if a Phantom Object of a Memory Bread is created occasionally, it can't hold much knowledge. Not to mention the large amount of movement involved in the imprinting process.