My Cell Prison-Chapter 1178 - 177: Desperate Struggle

The conversation ended.

Han Dong had received affirmation from the executives and officially obtained the qualification to go to the M-0031 world.

As for the executive in the white suit, when he got up, all the White Liquid retracted into his suit, and he returned to the [Black Tower - Upper District] using a unique elevator.

The upper district, inaccessible to outsiders, was also unknown to many in terms of its structure.

The executive in white arrived at the roundtable meeting with utmost speed. Here, world leaders like him were gathered, with only a [1/3] attendance rate.

A short old man with a beard and a Vortex Mask spoke up:

"This is the reason you postponed the annihilation of the M-0031 world? Sending an intern to try and clean up is completely meaningless."

The man in the white suit responded:

"You probably don’t know the background of this youngster.

He became a member of the [Combat Club] without even Opening the gate... and he’s from the [S-01] world... Such an interesting fellow applying on his own, shouldn’t we give him a chance and delay the annihilation?"

"Hmm? S-01... a visitor from the Demon World?"

Some of the leaders present began searching for Han Dong’s data.

"If that’s the case, we might as well try it... However, it would be a pity if such an [Intermediary] died in there."

"He’s not yet at a level to become an [Intermediary], but if the trial is successful, it could lay the groundwork for his [Intermediary] identity."

"Then let’s do as you suggest, delay the annihilation of M-0031 world until after this guy dies, escapes, or succeeds."

...

The scene shifted.

Han Dong did not go directly to the designated Portal. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Instead, he used the remaining time to return to the lowest level of the Black Tower.

Searching for data alone took Han Dong thirty hours... Since the difficulties of the upcoming task were incredibly high, Han Dong had to face it in top condition.

First, he checked into a high-class hotel to sleep for half a day.

"As long as I continue competing in the combat contests, the club will subsidize my stay... I have a feeling that the task I’m about to face might really require some ’Purity’.

Count, how about arranging five fights for you?"

"Ha? Five fights... Wasn’t it 1-2 fights when I just came in? What if your Body gets battered, then what?"

"Don’t worry, knowing that I am going to undertake a ’capture task’, the club will definitely ensure there are no issues with my body, the hospital will wait until I’m fully healed before discharging me.

Let’s start with two fights, and if it goes well, we can continue."

"Come on... I want to see if ’Purity’ is of any use.

Besides, I, the Count, am quite skilled in close combat, and we Blood Descendants are predisposed to it."

Half an hour after the Count finished speaking.

This included ’going to the club’, ’scheduling fights’, ’finding an empty room’, and ’combat’.

Just half an hour.

A group of nurses with heads full of needles quickly pushed out ’Han Dong (controlled by the Count)’ in a twisted state and swiftly took him to the treatment area.

[Two days later] consciousness restored.

"...What kind of monsters are these guys, how could they strike under those circumstances..."

"You’ll get used to it."

Han Dong didn’t give the Count time to react.

Taking control of the Body, he called over a nurse: "Could you please arrange another match for me, set it for when my body is nearly recovered?"

The Count, too proud to admit defeat, didn’t say much more.

[Day Five]

Less than an hour after being discharged,

Han Dong (with the consciousness of the Count) was pushed back into the hospital room.

Compared to last time when he was twisted into a pretzel shape, this time even the skin all over his body had been scraped off by a fierce punch ... Even though his consciousness had long been knocked out, the body still curled up due to the pain, looking like a red meatball, showing how much it hurt.

[Day 7] When his consciousness recovered, his entire body was filled with syringes, and the pain surged like a tide with no signs of subsiding.

For a moment, the Count felt like he was falling apart, a drop of blood-tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

"I can’t fight anymore ... I’m going to die.

That guy doesn’t fight fairly, who fights like that?"

"Count, didn’t you notice? The bandaged monster in the second fight was stronger, but you held on longer ... Try it one more time and you’ll adapt; your [Purity] is increasing.

How about this, during the mission period, I’ll give you control of the body whenever you want."

" ..."

The Count silently agreed in his own way of not speaking.

Thus, under Han Dong’s coaxing and by offering all sorts of conditions to the Count, they finished a total of five matches.

It’s worth mentioning that, in the fifth match, the Count lasted two full hours, and during the first half hour, he even exchanged blows back and forth with others.

[Day 27]

Under the hospital’s almost perverse recovery abilities, Han Dong was officially discharged.

The consciousness of the Count inside him had completely withdrawn, or perhaps he had come to some realization, and was entirely silent.

Unexpectedly.

After nearly a month of desperate fighting, with a record of [0:5], and staying in the hospital for [23 days], Han Dong was rated as [the most tragic member of the month], with his membership credibility level increased by 1 and also receiving a 500-point bonus reward.

The credibility level would bring Han Dong more conveniences ... such as assistance from the club across dimensions.

"All set! Let’s go ..."

Led by the Masked figure, they headed to the midsection area of the Black Tower.

In front of a building similar to a research institution, the words [Designated Transfer] projected holographically hovered in front of the building.

After submitting the mission document, identity recognition, and approval from the upper-level area,

Han Dong was allowed to specifically go to [M-0031] world

After bypassing a series of corridors, they reached an enclosed space.

Fixed in place by various stabilizers was a Door of Fate, with the projection of [M-0031] surrounding the portal.

"Having employee status is indeed convenient.

By undertaking capture missions, one can be transported directly to the desired world, and the rewards are plentiful ... it’s just too easy to get killed."

Without any hesitation.

For over twenty days, the consciousness of the Count fought while Han Dong rested the entire time, entering in his best condition.

However.

What should have been a smooth designated transfer became very peculiar.

Han Dong felt an unprecedented squeezing sensation, as if the world he was about to enter was repelling him, and the force of this rejection was very strong ...

In previous fate events, the world was open to the Black Tower; there was never such a feeling.

But the world before him had only a 13% relatedness, the entire world was enclosed by a set of rules, imposing strict restrictions on visitors.

Han Dong’s consciousness was exceptionally strong, and he actually woke up during the world transfer.

"Something’s wrong! This world isn’t repelling my consciousness but trying to exclude my body ... No way! Even if the body can’t get in, I must bring the head, otherwise, I only have one path—death!"

Han Dong made a critical decision at a crucial moment.

Discard the body, save the head.

With the feeling of being squeezed through a funnel, he finally pushed his head through.

Who knows how much time had passed.

When Han Dong, with a clear consciousness, suddenly opened his eyes, he had already appeared in an old-fashioned coffin, the air filled with the pungent stench of a corpse ... and this corpse stench came from Han Dong’s ’body’.