My Cell Prison-Chapter 1179 - 1178: Barren Mountain and Village

"My body was obliterated from the start; I fear only upon returning to the Black Tower will I retrieve it.

So this is the world with only 13% relevance? It is rather exaggerated...

Had my willpower not awakened me along the way, I fear my head wouldn’t have made it through; it is a fortune amidst misfortune.

No wonder employees or interns coming here have a high probability of death.

That said... the body prepared for me in this world is not bad at all?"

Han Dong tried to move the ’body’ inside the coffin.

Although there was an obvious stiffness, the basic movements were not an issue... Even without the adaptability provided by the Black Vortex Trunk, Han Dong could easily control it.

The feelings the body provided were roughly:

[Rigid], [Decaying], [Loss of Senses]

Han Dong hung his arm in front of him.

What he saw was a corpse handler’s arm covered in spots of decay, flesh missing, exposing bone.

The nails were about the thickness of two steel tokens, sturdy and blackened as though they could tear through a concrete wall.

"This body... isn’t particularly terrible, and it’s even stronger than that of an ordinary person.

Very tough, very strong. It could be considered a decent start!"

Han Dong didn’t hurry out of the coffin, but used the safety period inside to check the condition of his head.

The Faceless Skull was normally connected.

The three detainees inside the prison area were unaffected by the world’s rejection and were moving around in their cells.

The laboratory was functioning normally, and all abilities related to the brain were usable.

However, there were unexpected situations.

Most of the Fate Equipment carried on the body was lost.

"This... I only cared about the head, so the equipment was also blocked outside along with the body?"

Just then.

The count, who had been beaten into seclusion these days, suddenly communicated:

"Take a look inside your mouth..."

With the count’s words, Han Dong indeed felt something stuck in his throat, but he hadn’t noticed it because as a "Corpse" he had no sense of touch and didn’t need to breathe.

He dug out a skull pendant emitting a red light.

The count, serving as a symbiotic consciousness, also made a contribution at a critical time.

While Han Dong focused entirely on preserving his brain, the count quietly manipulated the right arm to stuff the Skull of Abyssal Blood into his mouth... at least ensuring that such an epic piece of equipment was brought along.

"Count, it seems combat is quite useful... With this, even if the right arm is gone, you can still use your system’s power."

"This incident is very dangerous. Call me if you need anything."

"Mm."

Han Dong thought to himself, "It seems that after nearly a month of relentless beatings, the count’s mentality has also changed significantly... The arrogance embedded in his bones has mostly been scraped off by the crazy guys in the club.

When I get the chance, I’ll let the count take over the body for a while."

Setting aside the matters of the count, though Han Dong had spent a month alone in the Black Tower, he hadn’t forgotten another person—he had teamed up with the Swollen Doctor to enter Fate Space.

"The doctor didn’t have Black Tower authorization and thus bypassed the Black Tower Transit Station outright to get here. I must find the doctor soon..."

Just then.

Dang~ Dang~

The sound of hitting was heard clearly, as if something hard was striking the coffin lid.

Han Dong pretended to be dead, while the Tentacles in his head were ready to strike.

Click! Click!

The coffin lid was pried open with a shovel, then a withered hand grabbed and flung it open abruptly.

Just as Han Dong was about to attack, he suddenly froze.

Holding the shovel, opening the coffin lid, the figure with widened eyes looking into the coffin, emitted a very familiar aura.

"Lord, there you are! I finally found you..."

"Doctor? When did you arrive here?"

"I arrived half an hour ago... I suddenly smelled your scent and finally found you."

Han Dong thought to himself:

"It seems that after I chose the file for ’The Tombs’ and received approval from the higher-ups, Black Tower directly transferred the doctor here... The follow-up fight was delayed for more than twenty days, which for the doctor was merely half an hour."

Just as Han Dong had thought.

Only the doctor’s brain had squeezed through; the entire brain was stuffed into the Corpse’s cranial cavity.

Comparatively speaking,

Han Dong’s Corpse corresponded to a middle-aged person in their twenties or thirties. Aside from being slightly decayed and bony, there were no major issues, even the teeth were in good condition.

The doctor’s Corpse corresponded to an elderly person in their fifties or sixties.

Severely hunched, even the spine completely exposed,

one eye socket was empty, through which one could even see the doctor’s brain, while the other socket was stuffed with an eyeball that felt as if it had been soaking in a pickle jar for months.

Controlling a rather stiff body, they climbed out of a two-meter-deep grave together.

A desolate mountain covered in white fog lay before them, with graves as far as the eye could see, denser than a Random Burial Mound, but that wasn’t the most important part—the "air" was.

Cough, cough, cough!

Violent coughing!

As soon as Han Dong, who had climbed out of the coffin, took a breath, he felt like he was about to die.

It felt like inhaling iron filings, and the iron filings that entered the body stimulated the throat like living things, causing violent coughing.

Swollen Doctor gently patted Han Dong’s back, whispering, "Lord, you will adapt soon... I was the same at the beginning."

After two minutes of violent coughing,

which completely tore up the throat and created numerous hollows, they finally adapted to the environment here.

In the Tomb World, the first lesson was ’to abandon breathing’... the air here could cause the body to decay instantly, a substance bound by the world’s rules.

"This air..."

Having adapted to ’not breathing,’ Han Dong immediately took a can of air back to the lab for analysis.

The report indeed bore a [Danger Warning], prolonged inhalation would lead to the decay of the soul... meaning, to act in this world, one must ’abandon breathing.’

Thus, even containment objects couldn’t be released, only their abilities could be mimicked.

"Forbidding breathing, starting off with such a challenging setting, huh? Cough, cough... Doctor, let’s go down the mountain and have a look."

Han Dong still habitually breathed... after all, it was a basic physiological feature of being human. Luckily, most of the inhaled air flowed out through openings in the neck, plus, with the body of the Corpse, there naturally wasn’t a circulation flowing towards the brain.

"Okay."

The desolate mountain they were on was only about two hundred meters tall.

Aside from scattered graves all over the mountain, there wasn’t much else of note... however, there was one detail, about a third of the graves on the mountain were dug up, and the bodies buried within were missing.

And the method of digging was from inside out, meaning, the bodies had dug themselves out.

While walking down the mountain path, a village emitting a stench of decay came into view.

The style of the village was momentarily surprising.

Buildings made of old, dilapidated bricks and tiles, yet fitted between the walls were fine metal gadgets and gear mechanisms, some two-story houses even incorporated large steam engines and sophisticated chimney structures.

Also, in the center of the village was a large building akin to a factory.

"Steam technology? What a coincidence... If we disregard the steam technology, this village resembles the rural areas back home, doesn’t it, Miss Chen Li?"

"Mhm." Chen Li, who was born in a rural area, immediately responded.

Using the long-distance vision of the Demon Eye, Han Dong spotted the villagers and decided to enter the village.

"Doctor, let’s go."

The reason Han Dong brought the doctor into the village was because he noticed the villagers had the same Corpse features... combined with the many dug-up graves they saw on the mountain.

As expected.

As soon as Han Dong and the doctor entered the village, they were greeted warmly.

"Mr. Huang and Young Master Huang! You’ve finally woken up... Welcome home!"

"Hm?"

The setup of their roles startled Han Dong, as Swollen Doctor instantly became his own father.

"You have been buried on the mountain for over two hundred years; maybe you’ll get ’chosen’ too."