He stepped through the large hole into the cell and went to inspect the corner. It was covered in writing, line upon densely packed line.
"Benjamin, may you die a horrible death. Benjamin, may you die a horrible death..."
The words went on and on, repeated for more than eighty lines before abruptly stopping.
"Heaven has eyes! Hahahahahahaha..."
That sentence appeared fewer times, though still plenty. The letters were crooked, but the writer's joy came through clearly.
Other lines were curses. Nameless suspected they were aimed at a guard or one of the wardens. Compared with the earlier wish for a horrible death, the insults had grown steadily more obscene.
Nameless did not read them closely. He had no desire to sully his eyes with such filth.
At last, he found something useful.
"I am the Fat King. It looks like I'll be trapped in this damned place until I die. I leave my art here so that anyone who enters this cell after my death can learn it. If you can't escape, remember to leave your own art behind. As more arts accumulate, someone will eventually escape this hellhole.
"I ask only one thing: kill every guard and kill the warden!!!"
Below that, an art had been carved into the wall.
It was called the Jade-Fat Vajra Art. The name sounded like something second-rate, but after reading it, Nameless realized it was powerful.
If someone cultivated it to the Fat King's level, their offensive power might be unimpressive, but hardly anyone in the world could break through their defense.
No wonder that monster's defense was so strong. It probably cultivated the Jade-Fat Vajra Art. Nameless committed the art to memory.
Of course, besides the Jade-Fat Vajra Art, the energy leaking in from the Eternal Silence Space was crucial. The