My Cell Prison-Chapter 158 - : The Writer and the Unexpected Guest

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Chapter 158: Chapter 158: The Writer and the Unexpected Guest

Translator: 549690339

Han Dong stood by the window.

He watched Cass and Sophia leave the mansion smoothly.

He gently touched the ‘Crow’s Mark’ on the back of his hand.

Shadows flickered, and the attire of the Bird Beak Doctor enveloped Han Dong.

He delved into the secret passage, heading for the third floor of the west building – [Creation Room].

The Little Demon Eye seemed somewhat ‘obstructive’ in the ‘Foggy Environment’.

The overly thick white fog even obstructed Han Dong’s view of the road when he activated the Little Demon Eye.

Moreover, the illusory tentacles would also distract Han Dong.

After careful observation by Han Dong, he found that the tentacles were just illusions formed by the fog and not too dangerous. To facilitate his movement, he temporarily turned off the [Little Demon Eye].

Vision, normal.

There was only a little white fog on the ground in the secret passage, which wouldn’t interfere much.

He continued to delve deeper.

From the architectural structure, the east and west buildings were only separated by a three-meter-thick wall.

But due to the design, this secret passage folds back and forth, extending its length to several tens of meters… It seemed to deliberately increase the time it takes to reach the third floor of the west building.

During the journey, Han Dong carried a portable kerosene lamp for illumination.

“Vino… what’s the role of the occupation ‘Writer’? It seems to hold an extremely high position in the Holy City.”

“You don’t know this? Let me simply tell you… Writers are also known as ‘Communicators’ in private.”

“Communicators?”

“Yes, not just anyone who writes can be called a [Writer]. Only those who are extraordinary in spiritual talent can be listed as [Writers].

There are mainly two functions of a Writer.

Firstly, they communicate with the ‘Fate Space’.

Through their talents, they can often create articles revealing the secrets of the Fate Space.

Sometimes, they can even write stories corresponding to the events of Fate, greatly increasing the survival chances of knights entering high-risk dungeons. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝓮𝓌𝑒𝒷𝘯ℴ𝑣𝓮𝓁.𝒸ℴ𝘮

This targeted story creation consumes a lot of energy from the writer and is only aimed at events that concern knights and above.

In addition, the former Writer’s Association, in conjunction with the Bell Tower, also established the ‘Fate Canon’, which lists the corresponding titles of all events, which has great significance in understanding the Fate Space.

Secondly, some [Writers], who have outstanding perception, can even step outside the City Wall in a high-dimensional state through inspiration and dream combination during their sleep at night without being detected by Life outside the city.

They provide us with very intuitive intelligence about the outside of the city and carry out early warnings for some dangerous situations.

For instance, a core member of the Writers Association caught a glimpse of a new den of the Fallen in a valley about four thousand meters to the west of the City Wall through a dream probe last month.

The Knight Regiment, after getting the information, decisively struck, eliminating the developing high-level Life and an unstable spatial crack.

If the high-level Life had turned the spatial crack into a portal and established their den, it would have posed a huge threat to the Holy City.”

“Communicating with Fate, giving premonitions through dreams!? Is that a Writer?”

“Yes, Writers hold significant importance to the Holy City… In a similar vein, becoming a writer carries high risks.

Due to their stronger and ‘diffusive’ mental brain field than ours, Writers are easily targeted by Life outside the city and are prone to mental influences.

That’s why the Holy City Writers Association was founded and granted the association members ‘noble identities’ so they can settle in the third layer.

The entire third layer is covered by a mental barrier to further isolate and protect the writers from long-range influence… trying to keep them away from the disturbance of Life outside the city as much as possible.

Who would have thought that an accident would happen… Viscount Alexis is also one of the important members of the Writers Association. This matter must be thoroughly investigated to identify the cause and avoid more writers from being affected. Otherwise, it would bring unimaginable harm to the Holy City.”

After Silist briefly explained the occupation ‘writer’.

The two also walked out of the passage, officially arriving at the hall area of the third floor of the west building.

There were no stairs or elevators set up here.

Coming straight up from the west building also required activating a secret passage or a folding staircase, to reach this floor of the creation room.

“The [Creation Room] of a Writer indeed needs to be absolutely quiet.

Even the design of the window location and the placement of various items are of great importance… To create a special ‘aura’ conducive to creation.

The intrusion of outsiders would disrupt this ‘aura’ and affect the state of mind of the creators.”

Normally, writers are like Alexis, having a separate room or floor for creation, strictly forbidden to outsiders.”

Han Dong realized. “I see, I thought Cass’s father was hiding some secrets.”

The moment they stepped in, their vision was already captivated.

The door of the [Main Creation Studio] was slightly open, and a large number of mists could be seen oozing out from the inside even with the naked eye.

Open the Eye!

When the Little Demon Eye opened again, the view horrified Han Dong, making him involuntarily step back.

Massive!

Yes! Massive white tentacles are crawling in the doorway.

Swaying,

Crawling,

It seemed as though they were beckoning to Han Dong.

“What did you see?”

“A lot of dense tentacles… unimaginably many. Sister Vino, I’m going to have a look. You must stay at least three meters away from me.”

Hum!

All of a sudden.

A thin line of holy light was formed from Silist’s hand that wound around Han Dong’s wrist.

Should anything abnormal or dangerous happen, Silist would pull Han Dong back through the thin line of holy light.

Whew…

Han Dong took a deep breath, temporarily closing the Little Demon Eye.

He tried his best to block out the terrifying image of the tentacles dancing wildly in his mind, and slowly approached the door gap.

Through the outward flooding white mist.

Han Dong initially caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure sitting in front of the desk.

To get a clearer view, Han Dong slowly squeezed through the door gap to the other side.

Upon crossing the gap and standing formally inside the room.

Han Dong directly saw a middle-aged man with red eyes, feverishly writing on a book… Han Dong couldn’t see what exactly he was writing.

For some unknown reason.

Even though Han Dong was only standing at the door of the study, his back was already soaked in cold sweat… A false sensation like stepping into the endless abyss, he felt as if he would descend into the abyss with one more step forward.

“I… I need to see more clearly.”

When Han Dong opened the Little Demon Eye again.

A memorable scene imprinted on Han Dong’s mind.

The luxurious study room was completely filled with white tentacles, and no space was left to step on.

However, the tentacles were the ‘small matter’.

Han Dong also saw an unexpected ‘visitor’.

Next to Viscount Alexis, who was feverishly writing, stood a ‘blurry’ guest.

A guest cloaked in a yellow robe that could only be seen by the Little Demon Eye.

Why is he referred to as ‘blurry’?

It’s because, in Han Dong’s vision, this person seemed not to belong to the current dimension, with a black halo outline surrounding its body, completely separating him from the study room.

Just then.

This ‘guest’ seemed to sense a stranger’s gaze, slowly turning its body, the face under its hood about to be exposed to Han Dong’s sight.

“Vino!!!”

In the critical moment, Han Dong cried out loudly.

For a moment, multiple holy light threads wrapped around Han Dong’s body, violently pulling him away from the study room.