From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 203: Chapter 195 "Iron Mask Man

In the gloomy prison cell, Darren sank into deep contemplation, escaping from here was not difficult at all.

Although his bloodline power was suppressed, his Power of Consecution had not been sealed, and the power of runes was the same; they could all be used. Therefore, breaking out of the prison cell or destroying the iron bars and shackles would be a piece of cake.

The key issue was what exactly lay outside the prison cell?

Were there powerful guards, what was the layout of the prison, and what kind of place was outside the prison?

The worst possibility was that the prison was on an island, surrounded by an endless ocean.

He knew very well that he needed to be aware of these situations in order to successfully escape back to the Fischer family.

"Ugh."

An unpleasant sound came from his throat again.

He needed to recover his strength, and quickly realized this, so he rapidly swallowed the revolting food, his eyes filled with hatred. He even ate the paste he had just vomited without leaving any of it behind.

The taste was indescribably foul, and he wanted to cry, but he forced himself to endure it.

He couldn't cry, what good would crying do? He was the eldest son of his generation in the Fischer family, and he couldn't just cry!

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

After eating all the food, Darren Fischer burst into mad laughter, resolved that he would never shed a single tear again in his life!

When Darren gradually regained his strength, and even his injuries had completely healed, he starkly realized his skin did not return to its original state.

It seemed he would need a higher level of treatment to restore his appearance; the ugly burn scars would accompany him for a lengthy period.

"..."

Darren fell into deep silence, even though there were no mirrors or water nearby, he was acutely aware of the condition of his burned skin and could imagine that he must look as hideous as a monster!

"Meyer, I will never forgive you—I will not let you go even if I become a specter!"

His inner hatred for everyone in the Meyer family grew, wishing he could exterminate all the men of the Meyer family and sell their women to the natives of the White Sea!

"Sufferer must have been triggered; that's how I survived that bastard from the Meyer family..."

A few days later, Rhea physicians came to check on his condition again, and were amazed to find that he had completely recovered.

"This Cyart swine has a strong constitution and has recovered very quickly; he can be taken out to work now, just be careful—he's not supposed to be killed," they remarked.

Darren was soon dragged out by the prison guards. He feigned a trembling demeanor and soon saw the pitch-black surroundings outside his cell.

His cell was solitary, and all around were solitary cells as well—at least this dark level was filled with solitary cells.

The prisoners in those solitary cells all looked different, but what they had in common was that they were all wearing alchemical shackles made through alchemy.

He had a hunch that those people were likely Extraordinary Exponents.

As Darren was taken to another level, he saw numerous people mining ore while prison guards watched everyone from various vantage points.

So, the prison was built near a mine, and the prisoners were also forced to become mining slaves.

The prison guards found his appearance revolting to the point of physical discomfort, so they forced Darren to wear a crude iron mask.

"Put it on, quickly!"

He took the iron mask voluntarily and wore it on his face, feeling a nauseating rust taste beneath it, but he could only force himself to get used to it.

A prison guard kicked him from behind and bellowed, "Get over there and mine! Cyart swine!"

"I understand! I got it!"

Darren obediently went over to mine, not daring to even breathe heavily. He picked up the mining tools and started carefully learning how others were mining.

The prisoners all noticed the new guy, but under the watchful eyes of the prison guards, they didn't talk arbitrarily.

And after mining for a little while, he would curse the mothers of the Rhea People and the entire Meyer family in his heart, doing it over three thousand six hundred times in one go.

Darren pretended that his strength was completely sealed, barely completing the mining work, occasionally getting kicked in the back by the impatient prison guards.

When it was finally time for a break to eat, he approached the other prisoners to gather information, but as they seemed to be Rhea People, they punched him several times, full of anger and hatred.

"Stop! Stop hitting me!"

In reality, the punches of ordinary people had little effect on Darren's strong constitution, but it still hurt a bit. He chose not to fight back but continued to conceal his real strength.

"It's a Cyart swine!"

"Beat this son of a bitch to death!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, the prison guards rushed over to restrain the commoners, but just then, Darren suddenly knelt on the ground, forcefully kowtowing to the prisoners who were beating him, the sound of his iron mask striking the floor resounded loudly.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Without hesitation, he shouted at the top of his lungs,

"Grandpas, stop hitting me! I'm begging you, please, grandpas, spare your grandson!"

Darren's servile voice stunned the prisoners and the prison guards for a moment. Then came everyone's contempt, the prisoners spit on him one after another, disdainfully turning away.

For some reason, at this moment Darren didn't feel humiliated at all; instead, there was a strange sense of release deep inside him, and an even more bizarre sense of looking down on the situation.

It was as if he was watching another self doing all these things, feeling that the sufferer wasn't truly himself.

"Hahahahaha!"

A few days later, Darren learned some important pieces of news: that this prison was the largest in the Rhea Kingdom, located in the eastern part and housing thousands of prisoners.

Most of those imprisoned here were Rhea People, especially many opponents of the Meyer family; in fact, only a small fraction were Cyart people, less than one-tenth.

The Cyart people in the prison were terribly oppressed by the Rhea People, belonging to the absolute bottom of the prison hierarchy.

Two more important pieces of information he gathered were that the large prison was located on a remote mountain and that a sensory-type barrier surrounded it. The prison's management team consisted of over a dozen Extraordinary Exponents, with the prison director himself being a strong man at the Transmutation Level.

Because of Darren's iron mask, he quickly earned a nickname among everyone.

"Iron Mask Man."

Because of the cowardice he displayed from deep in his bones, no one in the prison respected him. Even his fellow Cyart prisoners thought he was embarrassingly disgraceful.

Darren had long stopped caring about how others saw him.

After he had collected the basic intelligence, he immediately began to devise a specific blueprint for escaping from prison.

"Escaping from prison is just the beginning. Then, I'll have to traverse half of Rhea, cross one and a half provinces to reach the East Coast Province."

"Or, maybe find a way to directly join forces with the Cyart army or with people from the Rhea Royal Family?"

"I have no idea about the geography of central Rhea. The real challenge will start once I've left the prison."

However, escaping from prison wasn't difficult at all for someone with the "Specter Body" and the extraordinary power of "Destruction". Darren just needed to create a disturbance in the prison first, ensuring not to attract the prison director's attention during his escape.

But was it just about escaping from the prison?

He felt that it wasn't enough; in fact, he was quite unwilling to let it be. Deep inside, he silently contemplated the idea that he absolutely had to make those Rhea People taste pain and despair.

Just the thought that those who had bullied and destroyed him were still alive, with loves, happiness, futures, kept Darren from sleeping well at night.

"Hehehehe…"

He looked at the Cyart prisoners scattered around at rest, enduring bullying while eating, and a strong idea surged within him. Continue your journey on m-v-l-e-m-p-y-r

I will escape with all the Cyart people!

That night, Darren, like a specter, expressionlessly passed through the walls of the cell, entering another prisoner's cell, then stretched his hand into a male prisoner's chest, partly releasing the Specter Body state, directly crushing the man's heart!

"Mmph!"

The male prisoner tried to scream instinctively, but his mouth was already covered. He died almost immediately.

Beneath the iron mask, Darren's eyes were piercingly cold, his hands dripping with blood, emotionlessly dismembering the man's body into pieces.

This was a Rhea man, no different from an animal in his eyes, regardless of age or sex.

"Specter Body" made it possible for his clothing to enter a spectral state, thus he could carry the dismembered pieces of the corpse through the walls.

Accordingly, Darren took those pieces of the corpse away, placing them in different cells nearby.

Because his movements were swift, cautious, and careful, no prisoner noticed his actions.

"Let's start some chaos first, hahaha!"

He could feel a kind of pleasure deep inside him when doing these things, an elation that was almost uncontrollable!