My Cell Prison-Chapter 343 - : Winning Over People (I)

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Winning Over People (I)

“Could we ask Granny to paint us a door?”

Han Dong wants to shorten the journey.

“Where are you going?”

“The Lock Tower.”

As long as it does not involve the lighthouse or sites where S-level Strange Tales reside, Granny can easily create doors that are directly linked, similar to wormholes… this is a form of initial force.

Squeaky!

When Han Dong and Abe push open the door, they directly arrive at a building made up of various keys.

The “Keymaker”‘s residence.

In the Strange Tales anthology purchased from Mr. Aha, this keymaker is listed as one of the Horror Strange Tales people.

He belongs to a special A-class Strange Tale, and the Lock Tower where he resides, has a very strong self-defense mechanism.

Even if someone tough is causing trouble and the Lock Tower’s defense measures can’t be activated, the keymaker can still reach different areas via the door.

Upon quickly locating the keymaker’s main room, according to the behavior of the last time, Han Dong sees:

A dwarf with a large ring of keys around his neck, and hands and feet shackled with key rings, sitting in a chair.

Staring at Han Dong as he arrives, he shows a fierce expression.

Two Keymen, who are built of keys and powered by an internal core with gear rotations, stand guard on both sides.

“You shouldn’t have come here… Your pictures are all over town! Although I’m not part of the lighthouse, I am not completely affiliated with Horror Strange Tales either, I remain neutral.”

A wanted poster is thrown at Han Dong’s face by the dwarf.

“Oh… Killing me and my companions entitles you to a permanent status of senior administrator, effective immediately. So we are actually quite important, huh?”

The dwarf craftsman urges: “Leave quickly, your presence for too long will get even me into trouble.”

Han Dong shows no intention of leaving and continues: “This time we’re here to ask you to create a special key… We will pick it up in about 24 hours.”

When he finished, Han Dong showed off his Rolex on his wrist.

Adding: “If we manage to handle the lighthouse, we’d be willing to provide you with larger private land in the future, to allow you to set up a larger key factory.”

“From the moment the lighthouse was established, it couldn’t be overthrown… come and find me here in 24 hours! Arriving early or five minutes late, you won’t see me.”

“Thank you, Keymaker.”

“Wait…” The keymaker suddenly stops them, “The lights of the whole park have been lit up, even if you came directly here using The Initial Force, there’s still the possibility of being found… Destroy my two guards, and give me a cut.”

Han Dong did not move.

Instead, a giant white bear sprung from behind him.

“Power Palm.”

Abe struck with all his might, crushing the guards who tried to resist.

He then transformed into a white wolf, ripping open the keymaker’s abdomen with his claws, revealing a portion of the organs.

“Wait, it’s not enough… This degree of injury can’t fool the lighthouse.”

Han Dong, with a thought,

A deep red ghost shadow congealed in front of the keymaker, and a vicious slash with a knife cut off his arm.

“You should leave from the top floor… In the bone key manufacturing room you visited, there’s a pipe used to drain bodies, it leads directly down to the sewers.

Right now, the streets are filled with thousands of eyes watching you.

Try not to use the main road, and thanks to Mr. Aha’s influence, find some ‘old folks’ who keep to themselves. If you can get their help, at least you can live a little longer.

Remember, come to pick up the goods exactly in 24 hours…”

“Thank you.”

With Han Dong’s party leaving,

The dwarf locksmith stares at the cut where his arm once attached.

Due to the evil spirit entwining it, the wound is unable to heal, even the internal gear structure cannot operate normally.

“Such brutal force…”

Just as the dwarf locksmith is trying to assemble his severed arm,

The lights, which should have been completely cut off, start intermittently flickering…

Under the light,

A well-built man, with half side bangs covering his eyes, and wearing a tight suit, quickly forms… his arms subtly showing flowing electric arcs.

A flashlight shines on the keymaker in a weak light mode.

Sizzle!

Even the weakest light quickly evaporates the keymaker’s skin, revealing part of his metallic structure underneath.

A fragment of the [The Eye] arrives to investigate personally.

……

Meanwhile,

Han Dong and his companion successfully reach the sewers.

Because of Han Dong’s Rolex, the refugees living in the sewer treat him as a close friend of Mr. Aha, and bow to show respect.

However, these refugees were too weak, and not viable for exploitation.

Moreover, the sewer area is very limited.

Han Dong had asked Mr. Aha long ago if he could use the sewer to travel around the park.

The answer was no.

The sewer only leads to 13% of the entire park… most areas were destroyed by lighthouse forces, and the presence of possible spies among the refugees cannot be ruled out.

After a while, they met a dead-end, and could only go to the ground level.

Clang!

When the manhole cover is lifted.

It’s corresponding area above is a ‘Waste’ recycling station.

Unlike the typical recycling station filled with scrap metal and cardboard.

Most of the accumulation here are ‘living bodies’.

This is an unrestricted amusement park, where certain Strange Tales have a strong desire to reproduce and are unrestricted, leading to the birth rate being much higher than human beings.

However, the lighthouse is also responsible for ‘population control’.

A comprehensive census is performed at certain intervals, cleaning up the newborns who don’t have birth certificates.

Because of the huge number, some ‘wastes’ with a bad smell will be sent to the waste recycling station by various Strange Tales, where they can exchange a sum of money from the owner here.

Once the recycling station accumulates a certain amount of limbs, it will be crushed and cremated uniformly.

……

“Interesting scene…”

The fragmented limbs piled up like a mountain, belonging to the Strange Tales, aren’t completely dead.

Many severed arms crawl around.

Some heads lurking between the limbs, sensing Han Dong and his companions who climbed out from the sewers, sniff an infrequently encountered wild scent.

At the same time, many Wanted posters drift around the waste recycling station.

“They are the reward criminals! Take their heads to see Sir Lamp, and we can get a permanent residence certificate…We can continue to live.”

For a moment.

The Waste Recycling Station starts stirring.

The grotesque heads that stink of evil call back all their limbs, after assembling their bodies… They rush towards Han Dong from all sides, moving like zombies.

Just as the battle is about to begin,

Swoosh~~

A hidden black line in the night swiftly flies over.

It accurately pierces each reassembled zombie, skewering tens of zombies around Han Dong like a ‘kebab’, who are then sent into a nearby fire for roasting.

A very powerful aura slowly moves from one side.

The limbs within the waste pile dared not have any independent ideas and hid in the deepest parts.

From the shadows.

The figure appearing is none other than the big boss of the Waste Recycling Station.