My Cell Prison-Chapter 893 - 892 Initial Settings

Chapter 893: Chapter 892 Initial Settings

Chapter 893: Chapter 892 Initial Settings

The size of this sandworm was vast enough to rival the “Ghoul King M.O.” from the original world.

Once swallowed, Han Dong and others immediately suffered a mind influence that was impossible to resist.

Even as an “Ancestor Body,” Maritzis struggled to fight it off and within less than three seconds, fell into a state of consciousness chaos.

At the same time, a super-level 10 violent hurricane, almost invisible due to its size, caused the disoriented team members to scatter completely within the gigantic maw.

Only Han Dong could hold on for a little longer.

Having just received a brain massage from Dumps, coupled with the support of the “Mad Laugh” power, he managed to withstand the first wave of mental invasion.

This act drew the attention of the sandworm… the intensity of the second wave of spiritual impact instantly surged to ten times that of the first.

Han Dong’s seven orifices bled and his consciousness started to dissipate in an instant.

Although the “Mad Laugh power” was regarded as perfect, it also had its limits, and its strength would grow along with the brain.

The mental impact given by the sandworm had now surpassed the “Faceless Skull LV.3″‘s maximum limit.

“It seems this is the necessary process to reach the City of Gods… there’s no need for futile resistance, let it be.”

Just as Han Dong was giving up resistance and his consciousness was blurring out,

a figure suddenly appeared, blown by the hurricane and bound to Han Dong by the last remnants of shackles made from black sand.

At the very least, he had to ensure that at least one teammate remained with him to improve the initial exploration efficiency of the City of Gods.

Han Dong’s consciousness was quickly completely overtaken, everything went pitch black as the hurricane blew him into a certain part of the sandworm’s body.

In the darkness,

a deep voice echoed in Han Dong’s head, uttering four words in Ancient Egyptian – “Anubis.”

A “Mark of the Jackal” shrouded in black vapors gradually emerged within his mind.

“This is!”

As the mark fully materialized, Han Dong suddenly awoke.

Clang clang…

Chains felt cold against his wrists, ankles, and neck.

As his consciousness slowly returned, Han Dong realized he was imprisoned in a dimly lit cell.

More than a dozen humans, their bodies merely covered with tattered cloth, were also held here, though most were quite robust in build, with a wild and ferocious gleam in their eyes.

Han Dong quickly spotted a familiar face – a curly-haired woman barely covered with a linen cloth, curled up in a corner and not yet awake.

“Hmm? Is it Lord Maritzis, the one I tied down before my consciousness completely collapsed?

I didn’t expect to travel to the City of Gods via ‘Devouring by Sandworm’… Everyone scattered into different areas of the City of Gods, I can only hope they’re all right.

However, this is also a good trial for everyone.”

As Han Dong tried to struggle out of the shackles binding his body, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

“Hmm!? What kind of material are these shackles made of, that they can greatly restrain my powers?”

A flicker of black light passed over the wrist shackles, which displayed a slight wriggling movement on their surface… the shackles seemed to be alive.

It was clear that the shackles were directly related to the [Black Water] in the current world.

“Faceless Skull” could not activate its prison traits, retaining only a meager amount of tentacles and camouflage abilities.

His arms and body were similar, probably only exerting around 5% strength… maybe there was a chance to escape, but in such a state, where could he go?

More importantly, the “Fate Equipment” was gone.

Whether it was the Raven Staff hidden inside Han Dong’s body or the Necklace of Nether Blood worn on his chest, all were missing.

These were treasures Han Dong had traded his life for. If he truly lost them, he would certainly leverage his privileges to file a direct complaint with the World of Black Tower.

However, just as Han Dong was gradually getting a clear picture of his current situation, a familiar system notification sound came:

“You have successfully arrived at [God’s City-Akamagan].

1. Due to the special rules of the World of Fate and the needs of the main storyline, all the Fate Items you carried have been sealed.

Your Fate Equipment will be unsealed gradually as your status within God’s City rises.

2. The shackles worn by you slaves are specially made by God’s City, effectively restraining all your powers, which will only be removed once you completely shed your slave identity.

If you forcibly break the shackles while still a slave, you will be deemed a ‘rebel’ by God’s City.

3. Current identity: [lower-level slave].”

“I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I always feel like the slavery system here is a trap… not something so easily escaped.

Moreover, the system only provided the ‘initial setup’, still not offering a clear view of the main storyline… It’s likely up to us to trigger various storylines within God’s City.

We can only take it one step at a time.”

Having visited Yin Yang Road as an observer before heading to ‘Prometheus’, Han Dong had already adapted to significant suppression of strength in advance.

Before long.

Maritzis also woke up.

As she slowly calmed down with the prompts given by the system, it was very difficult for her to adapt to ‘strength suppression’… She could now only exhibit the power she had before becoming a demon, when she was merely a ‘heretic’.

Moreover, Maritzis’s predicament was a bit worse than Han Dong’s.

With her cute, rounded face and generally supple body, she immediately attracted the ‘attention’ of other slaves… pairs of evil eyes stared at her, some even drooling disgustingly in front of her.

Here, Han Dong noticed a detail.

The saliva drooling from the mouths of the slaves was actually blackish,

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Moreover, this dark and damp cell was different as well.

The uneven walls, though made of stone, had a pattern more akin to the walls of a biological chamber, with metallic pieces embedded at regular intervals,

The bars sealing the cell were not ordinary iron bars, but a kind of black substance similar to biological bones,

The style of this cell resembled the alien relic found in the Grey Area desert, containing a profound “mechanical biotechnology style (H.R. Giger style),”

Fortunately, the slaves were all bound by shackles and kept at a certain distance from each other, otherwise things would have been really troublesome.

Just then.

A sound of odd footsteps began approaching from a distance, slowly drawing near.

Han Dong had never heard such footsteps before, which sounded like biological bones covered with flesh membranes, pressing and scraping on the ground… squelching unpleasantly.

As the footsteps got closer, the slaves who had earlier harbored designs on Maritzis began to tremble.

Han Dong even read a kind of fear of death in their eyes.

The one who arrived outside the cell was a warden clad in biological exoskeleton armor, with the visible parts of his arms revealing a pure black hue, emanating a strong life force.

This warden was not of the alien species – ‘White Giant’ – that created humanity in the film ‘Prometheus’.

He was human…