Mage Manual-Chapter 94 - 87: The Weak Medical Practitioners

Chapter 94: Chapter 87: The Weak Medical Practitioners

“Honestly, I’m the type that can’t pee when someone’s watching. Could you guys turn around?”

“Is that so?” Igula glanced over, a slight smirk lifting the corners of his mouth before he chuckled lightly, “That explains it.”

Ash cussed under his breath as he entered a stall.

Lanna looked around with a puzzled expression, “What’s so special about this restroom that it caught the Swindler’s fancy?”

“This restroom is just like any other, nothing special about it,” Igula wet his fingers with clean water, gently cleaning his eyes, “The special part lies in how the restroom can serve as a medium for us to deceive the chip.”

“Perhaps you know, before I was incarcerated, I was an insurance Contractor—of course, I didn’t just sign Contracts, selling was also part of my job; and when I sold, it wasn’t just insurance I was pushing. I had various goods at my disposal. At the end of the day, it was all just work; I was just working several jobs at once.”

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Ash asked out of curiosity, “Sounds really inspiring. So why were you thrown in here?”

Igula sighed, “Yeah, about that, I feel pretty wronged myself. I only ever helped customers find products they loved, yet I was convicted for serious fraud.”

“If I remember correctly,” Lanna suddenly said, “your most brilliant feat was making a millionaire go broke over a cup of water.”

“A cup of water? Just regular water?”

“The water was no ordinary water; it was an elixir of life, the origin of all life, a medium for miracles, the mother of the sky and the earth…”

Ash understood completely, Igula was the kind of guy who could score full marks on interview questions like ‘sell me this pen for $1,000.’

“Alright, enough, there are no target customers for you here. Tone down the sales pitch, and let’s talk about how to use the restroom to deceive the chip.”

Igula said, “Among the products I’ve represented was a life monitoring device. It could receive life signals emitted by the Miracle Chip and analyze the user’s current physical condition from various vitals. The device itself isn’t key, but while studying its functions, I discovered that the Miracle Chip doesn’t send life signals continuously. There are intervals. The default frequency is 600 seconds per signal—in other words, every 10 minutes.”

“The frequency can be adjusted, but the higher the frequency, the more demanding it is on the signal receiving device. For example, the device I sold, the highest standard was receiving a signal every 5 seconds. Even without any extra markups, the device itself is extremely expensive.”

“In Shattered Lake Prison, the processors that collect and analyze our vital signs are without a doubt military-grade. Still, not even with that will the prison indulge in continuous life signal transmission from our chips—under chip limitations, there’s simply no escaping Shattered Lake Prison. If we max out the frequency interval, the only effect is the prison might discover our sudden death a bit later.”

“The only place in prison where continuous life signal transmission occurs is the arena of the Death Battle Society. The moment we emit a signal for unconsciousness or death, the arena immediately lifts our attack restrictions. This shows life signals are monitored in real-time.”

Ash felt this was a very important piece of information, but still didn’t understand how to use it: “Indeed, that’s some interesting trivia, but what does it have to do with breaking out?”

Igula glanced at him, “Suppose you disable the chip, and the chip no longer emits a life signal. What do you think the processor would deduce about your condition? Even corpses send out a signal, you know.”

Ash suddenly realized, “It would determine that I’ve disabled my chip and immediately notify the prison that an inmate is escaping!”

“That’s right. But if we want to escape, we must remove the chip. We can’t even step off this island otherwise.”

Ash nodded. Earlier, when they were scouting the port, they noticed a ring of yellow lines around the shore with ‘Please do not cross the yellow line’ written on it.

Even though it had the word ‘please,’ for prisoners, it marked an uncrossable limit—The moment their toes touched the yellow line, their bodies would completely freeze and be unable to move.

“So, the time between ‘disabling the chip’ and ‘processor discovering our escape’ is our safest time to act. During this period, not only are all restrictions lifted, but the prison hasn’t detected anything unusual yet.” Igula looked around, “This time difference is what we must seize!”

“Researching up to this point is already the limit; as for the life signal’s transmission frequency, we can only hope it’s set at the default 10 minutes.”

Lanna spoke, “That’s very impressive. I originally thought this was just a farce, but Igula, your performance has genuinely made me acknowledge you’ve sparked hope in me.”

Even Ronald nodded repeatedly, his survival instincts reviving a bit of his rationale.

“Deserving of a man I picked, my judgment is indeed excellent,” Ash praised himself first, then asked, “But what’s the use of the men’s restroom after all?”

Igula curled his lip, “Restrooms are naturally for relief, what else? Eating? If that’s your kind of hobby, please feel free to demonstrate.”

Speaking of his years of research, Igula grew spirited, “Now, we know we need to exploit the timing of the chip signal, but there’s another issue to resolve—how do we determine when the last signal was sent?”

“Death row inmates don’t all send signals simultaneously; that would be too much instantaneous load on the processor. Therefore, our signaling times are likely evenly spread out over 10 minutes. If the processor determines we’re in a special situation, it will temporarily adjust the signal frequency, then reset the signal frequency for all prisoners to default after midnight.”

“And the so-called special situations are actually when the processor needs to immediately get our life signal to lift some of our restrictions!”

“In the prison, there are only three places where ‘special circumstances’ occur.”

Igula raised two fingers. “The first is the Death Battle Society. The reason is that when the death battle starts, the chip removes the attack restrictions; when the death battle ends, the chip reinstates the attack restrictions.”

“These two points in time are when the processor interfaces with the chip, requiring the chip to immediately send a life signal to the processor! After the death battle ends, the chip naturally reverts to its default signal frequency and will send the life signals of the combatants 10 minutes later.”

“That means, we can take advantage of the special conditions of the Death Battle Society to manipulate the chip’s signal frequency and fully control the timing difference!”

Even Ash had come to a complete understanding at this point.

He looked around and glanced at the urinal. “So, the restroom is the second place?”

Igula smiled and said, “Theoretically, we could also change the signal frequency through a death battle, but death battles are a fight to the end. Compared to that, the restroom is much more convenient.”

“As for why the restroom can have the same effect as the death battle arena… it’s naturally because the prison doesn’t allow us to relieve ourselves just anywhere, hahaha!”

Lanna was momentarily taken aback, but couldn’t help laughing out loud as well.

Because the prison required inmates to excrete only in the restroom, every time an inmate entered the restroom, the prison processor would actively lift their ‘excretory privileges’!

Just like the death battle arena, this was a special status!

Without this privilege, even if you were constipated to the point of being ready to burst, the chip would forcibly control your sphincter to keep your rear end tightly shut, not letting a single drop leak out. If you truly were full, you could only vomit it out through your mouth.

For the inmates, this was no doubt an indescribable humiliation. That’s why Igula and Lanna, two seasoned prison veterans, burst into laughter—the strict rule set by the prison had inadvertently become an accomplice to their escape. The marvelous irony of this cause and effect was enough to provoke their sense of humor.

But as for how much of that laughter was mocking themselves, no one could say.

“Then where’s the third place?” Ash asked.

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Igula paused his laughter and looked towards Lanna.

Lanna thought for a moment. “Is it the couple room?”

Like the restroom, the couple room would temporarily lift certain restrictions for death row inmates and even relax their attack boundaries, since sexual preferences are a personal freedom.

But much like the death battle arena, one would need to apply to enter the couple room, which of course was not as convenient as the restroom.

Moreover, the couple room required more than two people to apply. Lanna and Ronald maybe, but was Ash going to apply to enter the couple room with Igula?!

Igula, leaning against the wall, said, “Now that you know the secrets you should know, I’ll formally explain the escape plan.”

“Aren’t we looking for a fifth member?” Ash asked. “We’re still missing someone responsible for rapid movement and healing support.”

Lanna specialized in direct combat as a Moon Shadow Werewolf and could act as Vanguard; Ronald was adept in gun technique and setting traps, serving as the long-range attacker. As for someone responsible for healing and leading them to move quickly, Ash and Igula had been searching for such a support the past two days without success.

What, you’re asking what Ash and Igula are responsible for? Igula handles human resources, Ash controls the core technology; the two of them certainly aren’t responsible for combat!

“We’ve tried everyone we can, we can’t delay any further. Not everything can be well-prepared before action; rushing into battle is a common occurrence since criminal opportunities are fleeting.” Igula glanced at him. “Moreover, even if we could wait, can you?”

Indeed, Ash didn’t believe that Professor Selin out there would just let him be, allowing him to live out his days in Shattered Lake Prison.

Leaving Shattered Lake a day earlier meant getting away from Professor Selin’s schemes a day sooner.

“The escape plan is simple: blend into the transport ship and leave.”

Igula dabbed some water in his hand and drew a small boat on the mirror. “But to safely enter the transport ship, we need not only to deactivate the Miracle Chip but also a legal identity.”

“What’s interesting is that here in Shattered Lake Prison, there happens to be a group of people who can board the transport ship and leave without any application, and after disguising ourselves, we wouldn’t raise any suspicions—”

Igula drew a crow mask on the mirror.

“That would be the vulnerable Medical Practitioners.”