Dream Weaving

Behind the City Lord's Manor stood the Public Security Department's prison, a grim and terrifying underground dungeon. Dole's avatar slowly walked inside.

The outer cells held ordinary people who had violated public order regulations, while the innermost cells mostly held prisoners sentenced to death.

There were not many ordinary prisoners, most of them guilty of various public order offenses. The innermost section, meanwhile, held death-row inmates awaiting execution. Thus, almost no one came here at night, and even the prison staff themselves were unwilling to enter.

Knowing they were going to die, these criminals recklessly unleashed their dreadful auras. They loved to howl and scream, turning the place into a realm of ghosts.

In the darkness, Dole's avatar wore a black robe. After greeting the guards at the entrance, he slowly walked in from outside.

Passing through a thick iron gate, he entered the deepest part.

The moment he entered through the iron gate, an incomparably dense stench rushed at him, followed by several harsh, grating voices.

"Heh heh heh, killing people is the most fun. Watching that guy scream miserably—I'm practically bursting with pleasure. So damn satisfying."

"Piss off. What fun is there in killing? Isn't torture-killing the real fun?"

"Bullshit. Killing is just one swing of a sword. Why make it so complicated, you two pieces of trash?"

Several utterly vicious criminals spoke grandly, not caring in the slightest about anyone else.

At that moment, they saw the door open and immediately began to snicker. One of them shouted cruelly, "Who's that? Come over and entertain your lord here. Coming here in the dead of night, could it be that...?"

In the prison's dim light, all they could make out was a dark silhouette. They could not see who it was.

"**Haven't seen a newcomer in a long