My Cell Prison

Chapter 281: The Book

Chapter 281: The Book

In front of the familiar clock tower building.

About twenty teams of selected trainee knights were waiting here, and there were still quite a few new teams with rather bad faces, even losing sleep throughout the night due to mental stress.

Han Dong was already considered to be coming to the Bell Tower for the third time.

Even though today's destiny event would be made more difficult through the 'cards' and might even completely distort the original destiny event.

However, Han Dong remained calm and stress-free.

The night he spent in the Royal Lion Hotel had brought Han Dong to his best condition, ready to deal with any dangerous event.

The time came.

A copper pipe descends as steam spills out.

The next second should naturally be the 'Clocker' coming out from within, but ...

But to Han Dong's eyes.

Instead, a red balloon floated out from the inside.

The next thing you know, the clown dressed in a fluffy clown costume with white paint on his face jumped out from the bottom door of the clock tower.

With a cheerful dance step, it led the red balloon and came to Han Dong.

Using its big nose on Han Dong's body, it sniffed all over.

"Hmmm ... dangerous scent!

You seem to be going on another extraordinary adventure yet ... not to die on the way, I'm still waiting for you to come back and visit in [Derry Town]."

The clown reached out and pointed to his empty right-arm sleeve robe.

"But ... I always had a feeling something was going to happen to you this time!

Didn't you cut off my arm? In times of danger, you can take it out and use it oh ... maybe it will keep you alive. I don't want you to just die in another world."

Pop! The balloon blew up.

The balloon held in the clown's hand exploded.

Abel snapped his fingers in front of Han Dong.

"Nicholas ... are you okay?"

"Fine!"

When Han Dong returned to his senses, only their small group was left outside the clock tower.

'Joker ... arm?'

Han Dong had been storing that arm in the sterile lab, completely bound up by the detection device, and could not use it for the time being as his 'weight limit' had reached its limit.

I'll think about it when I'm in real danger.''

......

The last team entered the clock tower.

It was still a series of tests and waiting processes. ... Listening to the sound of millions of gears interacting inside the clock tower, the team finally arrived at the Gate of Destiny.

As they stared at the deep and unknown 'door' that led to nowhere.

Winnie, the blacksmith, was slightly frightened by her first visit to this place.

Mia, who was on the side, immediately put her face to it and relaxed Winnie through a form of kissing and touching ... It seemed that after last night's enjoyment, the two had become a little better.

"Let's go!"

Abel grabbed the "Destiny Deck (Scepter)" in his hand.

Hand in hand, the four of them crossed in together.

'A member of the squad has been detected carrying a 'Destiny Deck (Scepter)', is it to be used?

As Abel conveyed the affirmative consciousness out.

Buzz ...

An ear-splitting sound passed.

Once again landing in the familiar area before the opening of the Destiny Event - [Image Shop]

"Strange ... isn't it a random selection? How can I still come to the Impact Shop?"

The first few times Han Dong was able to come here, he had consumed the Destiny card that possessed the 'Right to Choose'.

Coming to the image shop to make the relevant choices.

However, the card used this time did not possess the 'power of choice', causing it to simply increase the difficulty.

The reason is that the people should be transported directly to a completely distorted world of fate.

......

"None of the discs or books on these shelves are visible ... Even if they are 'random', do we have to make a choice?"

Unlike the previous times.

All the items in the image shop were covered in a thick black fog, unable to disperse or see any of the contents on them.

The system prompt came.

"Please remove any item on the shelf that corresponds to the 'Fate background' and place the Fate card you are holding into it to 'combine' ... The combination process is expected to take 30 minutes.

Hint: Do not attempt to view the item information in any way or you will be erased.'

Since no information can be read, it is the same for whoever chooses to do so.

"Captain Abel, since the card is yours, you will make the decision."

"OK."

Abel, who was born and raised within the Holy City, seemed a little repulsed by the discs he had never seen before and went straight to the book area.

As Mr. Black and White had requested, he went for the 'difficult' events as much as possible, but there was no access to information about the merchandise here.

Abel's head was still relatively simple, linking 'thickness' directly to 'difficulty'.

A thick book was selected and placed at the checkout counter.

The next step was to combine the fate cards with the book as required.

As Abel gently placed the shiny golden card into the book, the golden light immediately dispelled the black mist on the book's surface.

"Merchandise upgrade in progress ...

During this process, please do not move the book being fused, nor touch other items in the Image Shop.

With nothing else to do, he could only stare at the cover of the book whose fog had been dispelled.

Two words that only Han Dong knew appeared.

[The Strange Talk]

The twisted script was eerie, and the 'mouth' that made up the second word was like a deep, bottomless human-shaped mouth with a black eye inside, as if staring at the reader.

The backdrop of the book cover shows a bizarre 'crossroads'.

A closer look reveals many 'interesting' details.

For example, the driver of a taxi waiting at a traffic light has no hands at all.

A woman pushing a pram on the pavement leaves a trail of blood on the road she walks on.

A display case in a street corner newsagent appears to be lined with dried human heads.

A crumpled skin hanging from the clothesline of a particular household's balcony.

"East Japan ... weird talk? It's a bit troublesome ..."

Han Dong quickly identified the book's provenance.

It was not a book from the country of his birth, but from a small island country that was immediately adjacent to his homeland.

Although the island country was small, many strange stories were circulating within it.

Many of the top directors of thriller films were born in this island nation.

Moreover, the literature created by them is often 'Bad-Ending', involving 'existences' that are almost impossible to fight.

Han Dong rarely watched such materialistic films or books in his lifetime.

He had only heard about how frightening the thriller films on the island were, and how they had even scared people to death.

At first, Han Dong thought that even if they could scare people to death, it would only be some people with serious heart problems who would do it themselves.

Now that he thought about it, it was always a bit ironic that he might have died in such literature.

"I'm guessing that even without fusing the fate cards ... the book corresponds to the world of fate, which is difficult.

I hope the cards don't distort the original world too much and cause us to have no clue at all.

Miss Wendy in the team should also fear this type of world setting ... let Mia take good care of him."

Quietly waiting.

As the cards gradually fused, the crossroads on the cover of the book became 'alive'.

'Bonding complete, scene generation in progress ...'

Suddenly.

The book flipped open and dragged Han Dong and his group into it.

[Strange Talk]

It officially began.