My Cell Prison-Chapter 1980 - 1978: Objective Achieved

Mento,

who possesses the primordial letter - [M],

in the Supreme Will’s positioning, belongs to the Support Class, mainly responsible for the creation and management of the world. His unique "Modeling Fluid" can also be used for limb repair among teammates, as well as the construction of temporary equipment.

However, 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

when his dearest father-like figure, also his most respected mentor, Mr. Mede, was assassinated by Goodman,

he resolved to personally execute this Out of control,

with the execution set to occur after the Black Tower had completely drained Goodman’s value,

since his mentor’s death, he officially accepted the M letter.

He often transformed into a common man, traveling through self-constructed worlds created by the Modeling Fluid,

his favorite thing to do was to sit on the highest peak of each world, engaging in contemplative fishing,

sometimes, even he was unsure of the meaning behind this, but this calming act allowed him to quietly observe every detail of the world.

Until one day,

Mento fell into an unprecedented state of reflection while fishing,

inadvertently stirring the actual world mist with his fishing rod, he realized the essence of "Modeling Fluid" and condensed a white solid of quality that surpassed the Modeling Fluid.

Upon waking,

this solid material, in mineral form, hung on the fishhook, and there was only this one piece.

If he wished to obtain another piece like it, he would probably have to enter that peculiar state once more.

He did not seek the support of the Black Tower’s highest technology,

nor did he seek the most experienced blacksmiths or toolmakers within the Black Tower to process this material,

instead, he went to a lower world under his domain, finding a blacksmith shop in a village there,

where a blacksmith named Gao had left a deep impression on him,

even residing in this village for a while during his worldly travels, having deep conversations with the blacksmith.

Under the pretense of ’mineral,’ he handed over the white solid to the blacksmith for forging, hoping it could be turned into a weapon for protection,

with no specific type, size, or special traits, allowing the blacksmith to use his creativity.

Ultimately,

a seemingly ordinary long sword was completed and delivered a hundred days later.

Mento also gave the blacksmith a special card inscribed with [M] as a return gift, saying it would certainly be of use in the future.

He intended to showcase this unique white sword to any colleague within the Black Tower,

in Mento’s eyes, this sword had only one purpose: to personally execute Mr. Goodman...

However,

with the forging of this sword, Madame Bei, responsible for the [World Balance], sensed a significant tilt in the balance within the members of the Supreme Will,

obviously favoring the Support Class side where Mento belonged, prompting her to personally inquire.

She became the sole confidante of this white sword.

With the full outbreak of the Out of control incident, the time for Mento to use this sword was brought forward.

He never imagined having to wield this ’hidden ace of the world sword in Mandros... yet, Goodman’s earlier appearance made him instantly change his mind,

not to mention, Goodman’s target was actually Mento’s most prized candidate.

The emotions suppressed within himself completely erupted at this moment; he would never allow Goodman to escape.

When the mirror surface split the world, isolating them from Goodman,

fixating on the ’self’ reflected in the mirror, Mento’s artistic conception seemed to return to the fishing moment of that day.

With nothing to hide anymore

sheathe, slash!

The mirror surface that severed the world, along with Goodman’s waist and abdomen, was entirely sliced through.

[Waist cut] was not enough to be fatal.

Pursue!

With a step forward,

"Modeling Fluid" created the shortest connection channel between him and Goodman.

When his foot, adhesive to the white liquid, stepped out, he had already arrived before Goodman...

The previous sword strike deviated slightly due to the ’Prism Effect’,

this time, Mento fixed his gaze on the brain of "Goodman", even if Goodman’s brain had been merged with the brain matter of the former M, it entirely did not affect Mento’s determination.

His mentor was long dead.

What Mento needed to do now was solely execution.

Buzz!

As he slashed down vertically with the world sword in hand, the white rainbow seemed as if it would split this universe apart.

Just as he was about to cleave Goodman’s head open,

swoosh!

A syringe unexpectedly reached faster, penetrating Goodman’s brain from the side.

Without any further process, Goodman deliberately abandoned all defense, stopping the operation of the Black Mountain Base, resulting in the upper half of his body being instantly hollowed out, turned into a skin husk.

When another syringe was about to pierce into the lower half of the body, a Black Whirlpool simultaneously formed, swiftly sweeping away Goodman’s lower half.

The world sword slashed down,

the sword’s edge cut a white fissure into Mandros, slicing into the dimension.

"Oh, it’s terrifying that the current M possesses such strength..."

Meanwhile, a loud and clear voice resonated throughout the world, drawing closer from afar.

As Mento looked up,

aside from Goodman,

twenty [Kings] were suspended in the upper atmosphere, exhibiting varied Out of control postures.

Faced with such a scene,

Mento, surprisingly unafraid, was about to swing his sword upwards.

At that moment,

a hand gently landed on Mento’s shoulder, stopping his somewhat impulsive action, accompanied by a transmitted voice: 『Such a weapon is quite taxing to wield... keep your trump card hidden, it’s not yet time for its full use.』

The slightly controlling tone calmed Mento down.

Simultaneously, the voice above spoke once more:

"Charles, long time no see."

Charles responded with cold indifference: "President, those who are utterly undisciplined and solely guided by self-interest, are they manageable?"

"Haha! I can indeed understand your plight now... I wish I could sit down and have a few good chats with you, but if you guys delay any longer, waiting for Mr. An’s arrival will make things very troublesome.

See you next time, Charles.

We are not ready yet~"

With the end of the words.

Hiss!!

An unknown liquid forcefully corroded the space that Charles sealed, creating a path leading into the dimensional space.

Even a small corroded spot appeared on the surface of the Node representing [Mandros].

This ability corresponded with some Out of control individual, always drooling.

Charles motioned his hand to stop his teammates, forbidding them from pursuing... because he hadn’t informed Mr. An, delaying time would be futile.

Someone must sit at the Black Tower,

"The objective has been achieved, Mandros has been saved, I’ve captured the spatial data about the "World Rubik’s Cube," and also seized [Goodman’s] lower half, so let’s stop here."

"Hmm."

The others also appeared relatively calm.

Francis, who had been flung into dimensions, returned at that time,

having personally witnessed that exaggerated scene just when he was flying backward.

He paid little mind to the departure of the Out of control, for Francis understood that such an outcome was not bad.

Smack! He immediately gave a heavy pat on Mento’s back,

"Mento, you rascal!

The letter M is not meant for such usage! Such astonishing offensive capacity, next time you’re free, make sure to come to the Fight Club, we’ll strip down, no reservations, and have fun!"

"Next time, then." Mento had calmed down, continuing, "Let’s return to the Black Tower quickly; Han Dong requires emergency treatment... Moreover, the memory stored in his brain holds significant value."