Hunter of Immortals

Chapter 352: Survival of the Fittest

Chapter 352: Survival of the Fittest

Not long after Adam left the corner, he was approached by someone else.

This was a man who was clearly a psychic deviant, as evidenced by his peculiar expression, which was a physical manifestation of his twisted psyche.

These psychic deviants weren't particularly high up on the prison food chain.

All of the inmates in the prison had committed some type of heinous crime, so no one feared these mentally disturbed individuals.

It was clear that this man wasn't ranked very high in the prison hierarchy, and his severely emaciated body indicated that even the daily morning nutrient bundle wasn't a guaranteed meal for him.

"Someone... told me... to tell you... your friends... are about to be transferred here."

After delivering that message, the man departed with his face spasming uncontrollably.

Sounds like Mole and the others are about to arrive.

Adam, Shae, and the three psychic mutants had been arrested together, but their trials lasted different durations, so they weren't sent to prison together. Having said that, they were being prosecuted for the same case, so they were most likely also going to be arriving in prison in the next few days.

Rabbit and Shae were going to be in the prison's female division, but it sounded like Mole and Armadillo had been assigned to different areas, but were about to be transferred to the third area.

Thilan's most likely behind this. Otherwise, they wouldn't have gotten two separate people to deliver this information to me.

The southern and nothern congresses were quite wary of one another, and neither side wanted to be caught doing something wrong by the other. Hence, the northern congress would definitely want to minimize the number of people relaying information to Adam, and the fact that he had been approached by two people told him that these two inmates had been sent by different people.

In any case, they had brought him the two things that he needed the most, which were allies and equipment.

With this synapse transmission device in his possession, he wouldn't have to fear small-scale conflicts. Even though its effective range was only 12 meters, that would've still been enough for the majority of situations.

Furthermore, the arrival of allies would finally allow him to carry out his plan.

……

Another uneventful half-day passed by, and that night, some people were transferred to the third area from another area.

This appeared to be quite a large-scale transfer, with several hundred inmates arriving at once, filling up all of the third area's spare cells.

What's going on?

All of the inmates of the third area were quite surprised by this turn of events.

All of the transferred inmates seemed to have undergone some type of meticulous selection process, and none of them appeared to be starving or emaciated at all. In fact, they were all physically imposing figures who were above average in both height and weight.

A shared trait between all of these inmates was each of them was missing a piece of skin in a special shape on their shoulder. The shape resembled a swastika, but wasn't exactly the same.

All of these inmates had violent and bloodthirsty looks in their eyes, and it seemed that if they weren't under the supervision of Mechguard units, they would immediately rush into the cells and dismember the inmates inside with their bare hands.

Not only had these people attracted the interest of everyone else in the third area, they had naturally attracted Adam's attention as well. He had thought that Mole and Armadillo would've only been transferred to the third area along with a small group of other inmates, and he certainly wasn't expecting so many of them to arrive at once.

"Those people are from the first area. The first area is the earliest area to have been established in the prison, and it holds the prison's most brutal inmates. At the time, World War III had only recently concluded, and the number of Mechguard units had still been quite limited. As a result, violent crime was rampant on the streets, and that's why Darvaza Prison came into existence," Guang Fei explained.'

Having been locked up in Darvaza Prison for over two decades, Guang Fei knew far more about the prison than Adam did.

"After that, as time passed, Darvaza Prison continued to expand, but as a tradition, the most brutal and most destructive inmates were always locked up in the first area."

"These people look like they all belong to a faction."

"That's right, Survival of the Fittest."

"Survival of the Fittest?"

"That's the name of their faction."

"I see."

As he was speaking, Adam finally spotted a familiar figure. This inmate didn't have anything on his shoulder, and he was particularly burly and imposing, even more so than all of the other inmates around him.

Dwight?

Dwight was once a star rugby player who was renowned for his power and explosiveness. Compared to him, the average person resembled nothing more than a twig, and he was extremely easy to pick out in a crowd.

Dwight definitely hadn't been locked up in the first area because he was particularly violent or brutal. Instead, it had to be purely due to his potential for causing destruction.

Adam had a feeling that it was also thanks to Thilan that Dwight had been transferred to the third area.

After spotting Dwight, Adam began to carefully search through the crowd, and sure enough, it didn't take him long to spot Mole and Armadillo.

They had also been looking around when Adam spotted them, and it didn't take long before their eyes met, upon which smiles appeared on both their faces.

"You know those two?"

Guang Fei was very perceptive and immediately noticed the subtle interaction between the three of them.

"No," Adam replied with a shake of his head.

He was feeling a lot more reassured now that Mole and Armadillo had also been transferred to the third area.

"Recently, brawls have been frequently taking place in the first area."

While Adam was looking out through the bars of his cell, a warden stepped forward. It was the very same warden that had struck Adam on the head with a baton on his first day in the prison, and it appeared that he was a direct subordinate to the chief warden.

"Hence, we've integrated the first area with the third area to avoid large-scale brawls."

After that declaration from the warden, the inmates from the first area were taken to their cells.

"Sounds like there are going to be some rough times ahead," Guang Fei remarked, then huddled up into a corner of the cell again.

……

An uneventful night passed by, and the next morning, Adam picked up his energy bundle before arriving in the factory.

Right as he was about to begin searching for Mole and Armadillo, he was approached by a pair of burly men.

"Hand it over."

Adam looked up to find that both of the men were from the Survival of the Fittest faction.

Adam didn't want to hand over the energy bundle. He didn't have many labor points left, so this was his only source of sustenance for the day, and handing it over meant that he would have to starve for the entire day.

However, as he was looking around to see if there was a way out, more members of the same faction were already closing in around him.

"Here you go."

"From now on, you have to give us your breakfast every day, understood?"

"Sure," Adam replied with a nod, putting on an obedient and docile display.

He had thought that this would be enough to get the Survival of the Fittest faction members to leave him alone. After all, he had already given up his food, so there was no reason for them to target him any further.

However, he quickly realized that he was mistaken.

"There's no reason why the weak should be allowed to continue living!"

The man who had taken Adam's food whipped out a sharp metallic object as he spoke, then slashed it at Adam's throat.

Adam had sensed the danger in advance, and he was in the process of dodging the attack when a dull thump rang out, and before he knew it, his entire face was covered in blood.

A sharp steel pipe had appeared out of nowhere to pierce through the man's throat.

Before Adam even had a chance to turn around to see who it was, a familiar voice rang out behind him.

"That's what you get for picking on my brother! I'll fuck you all up!"

A burst of deranged cackling rang out as Mole rushed out of the crowd, and as he did so, he hurled the other steel pipe that he was holding through the air.