My Cell Prison

Chapter 2: Han Dong's Discovery

Chapter 2: Han Dong's Discovery

"No wonder the [Brain] is of inferior quality and the required load value is on the small side.

I have to find a 'suitable' flesh body before I can consider leaving the prison."

Han Dong was in no hurry to shed the retarded flesh, it still had some use, and his attention shifted to his right arm.

This Frank Campbell had two peculiarities all over his body.

One was the head, and the other was the right arm.

However, the 'peculiarity' of the right arm is a positive term.

In the description of the consciousness level, it is rated as "high quality" and also has "quick punch" skills... As a college professor, Han Dong is immersed in the laboratory all day long, so he doesn't have time to play games.

However, during his junior high school years, he was still exposed to MMORPG games like World of Warcraft, and had some understanding of this.

"Let's try it!"

Right Arm Punch.

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking wind swept past the ears and even left some fist shadows in the air.

"What a fast punching speed!"

Although Han Dong belonged to the scientific research staff, he had also applied for a gym card in private... He could understand that this punching speed might rival that of a top international boxer.

"Let's try the strength of the fist."

It wasn't his own flesh anyway, so Han Dong had no mercy at all and punched with all his might against the prison wall.

Crack!

Tick tock tick tock....

Flesh was scratched and blood dripped along the fist.

The black stone thick wall was punched out with a dent about a centimeter thick... Let's not talk about the strength of the black stone.

Han Dong surmised that the strength of this person's right fist was probably infinitely close to the human limit.

"Can't think anymore... have to quickly replace a flesh body with a normal brain."

After roughly understanding the condition of the organism, Han Dong returned to the [Processing Room] while emptying his mind as much as possible to avoid overburdening his brain.

During that time, Han Dong didn't dare to look at the overall scale of the prison at all, walking with his head down.

Han Dong didn't dare to do anything, if there was a physical death outside the [Processing Room], he wasn't sure he would 'survive'.

Returning to the Processing Room.

Han Dong, who slowly raised his head, was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.

The so-called processing room was unlike from an ordinary cell, the space was about twenty times the size of an ordinary cell... it was actually a biological laboratory.

When the 'culture medium' on the tabletop was reflected in Han Dong's eyes.

Mindlessly collecting data and performing relevant analysis.

It was finished!

Snap!

Only some sort of odd explosion could be heard through the processing room.

All five senses were lost.

Already voluntarily abandoned your flesh in the [Processing Room], please continue to search for suitable flesh.

"This retard..."

Han Dong, who had rejoined the cell group, was helpless.

However, it also used this to confirm one thing: as long as he was in the [Processing Room], no matter what happened to the flesh, he himself would not be in any danger.

"After finding the flesh, I definitely have to leave the prison and head to the outside world... Without being sure if the outside world is dangerous or not, I have to find a flesh that is strong enough and suitable for me as much as possible!

At least, the brain can keep up with my consciousness."

After getting a general idea of some of the current settings and the prison, Han Dong continued on his journey to find the flesh.

...

Seven years.

That's right.

To find the 'right' flesh, that search was seven years.

As a college professor, he had long ago developed a heart for perfection in all kinds of sophisticated experiments and thesis writing.

......

Seven years, three months and 12 days.

In a separate cell about 500 meters from the processing room.

Gerald Maritis... was a religious woman before she died.

This is the 139th corpse Han Dong has touched.

The skull is of high quality and possesses the "Holy Light Sense" skill.

Weight requirements: 37

[Left Arm] Normal, Weight requirements: 12

[Right Arm] Normal, Weight Requirement: 14

[Torso] Inferior, Weight requirements: 33

[Left foot] Disability, weight-bearing requirement: 0

[Right foot] Disability, weight-bearing requirement: 0

"Finally meeting a corpse with a head of high quality... It's strange why a torso rated as "inferior" needs 33 points of load value."

The scientist's instincts are spot on.

The mass of cells slowly takes over the flesh.

The moment the five senses rebooted.

Han Dong was slightly moved .

The lady named Gerald Maritis, the lady must have suffered inhumane treatment in her lifetime.

In addition, the mystery as to why a torso with only inferior quality would have a weight load of 33 points was also resolved.

As the brain's nervous system was fully activated, Lu Ran could clearly perceive a cramping sensation in the woman's stomach, and she must have swallowed some indigestible foreign substance before her death.

In addition, although the lady's head was rated as "excellent".

However, Han Dong still felt that the analysis of her mind was hindered.

"The female priest's brain is oriented towards art and literature, and it doesn't seem to fit with a science guy like me....There's still a lack of information processing and calculation ability, and her thinking is significantly hindered...Let's go to the [Processing Room] first! It's the abdomen."

Returning to the processing room, Han Dong immediately found a clean scalpel.

Death due to physical death didn't have much effect on Han Dong... After a short operation, a key with sticky gastric juice was grasped in his hand.

"The key to the prison's central chamber!?"

The only locked room in the prison is the middle one, and when he gets the key, he naturally connects the two... but he can't be sure yet.

At that moment, Han Dong activated the ability his head possessed-"Holy Light Sensing".

After consuming a certain amount of mental energy, Han Dong was slightly tired.

Immediately afterwards, a holy light descended on the abdominal incision... Under the warmth of the holy light, the wound healed itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After seven years of exploring the prison, Han Dong had seen many similar 'strange magic', but due to the limitation of his 'brain', he was unable to analyze and understand it in detail from a scientific level.

After his body recovered, Han Dong immediately crawled towards the prison center.

For some reason, Han Dong was a little excited and desperately wanted to know what was hidden in the central room of the prison: "Since every cell and every prisoner has a detailed setting and meaning.

Then, the locked prison administration room will be no exception."

Click!

When the key smoothly opened the door lock.

In consciousness, the management room, which was marked in red, switched to a gray state.

"Will there still be a perfect body in there?"

After standing at the entrance and briefly observing for a period of time, he confirmed that there was no danger inside and that there were no signs related to 'No Entry'.

Han Dong supported his upper body with both hands and stepped into it.

The management room is open, you can currently perform 'cell separation' in the management room.

Han Dong immediately launched an inspection of this secret room.

It was still considered a spacious steel room, with only a thick black metal table.

The surrounding walls were covered with drawings of the prison's design as well as information about some special prisoners.

A quick inspection.

First of all, no intact flesh was found, only a skull stored in a glass hydraulic tank.

It was 'odd' because the skull had neither facial features nor hair.

It was more like a boiled ostrich egg.

Secondly.

A number of documents of a research nature were also found in the room, most of them in a mutilated state or with key words erased.

"...information is severely lacking, making it impossible to deduce the history and nature of the prison.

However, we can barely make out the purpose of this prison, and it seems that it was built to house special prisoners from this part of Europe for 'cellular level' research.

It seemed that a certain event had suddenly occurred, causing the prison to become what it currently was.

Hey... this liberal arts student's brain is quick to read text, and can even quickly brainstorm the metaphorical meaning behind the words... but once you need to let this brain do the calculations and analysis, it's a bit stuck ah."

Once the thinking was limited, it was quite difficult for Han Dong.

For the past seven years, he hadn't been able to find a decent brain.

Putting aside his assumptions about the nature of the prison for the time being, Han Dong tried to find the hidden information in this room...especially the information about the mysterious head.

With his keen and meticulous observation, Han Dong found a hidden button on the leg of the iron table.

A complete document rose up on the table.

"What is this? Subspace Accommodation Measures - Prison Edition?"