My Cell Prison

Chapter 319: Prison Gate

A black crow cloak swirled around Han Dong, perfectly linking with the Chaos Equipment – “Bone Feather Robe” he was wearing.

From his back, dark wings, massive and gloomy, stretched out.

Feathers, through adhesion, were erratically spread across the surface of the bone wings.

Whoosh

Whoosh

Whoosh

Each flap spread a strong pollution scent.

It bestowed upon Han Dong the traits of [Flight] and [High Mobility].

Staring at such a sight,

Everyone was astounded.

Even the clown was stunned for a moment, then began to grind its sharp teeth, mumbling to itself:

“This guy’s growth is really fast… I wonder how my main body is doing in [Old Derry Town]? If I can’t get the Mayor’s Seal, I may not be able to beat him.”

The clown then glanced at the team members on the side.

“These humans have good bodies, especially this muscular lady… It’s just a pity the risk is too high.”

The clown touched the back of its head, immediately feeling something wriggling inside, and simultaneously, a vision of deep sea stars appeared before its eyes, giving it the feeling of being devoured by a horrific sea creature.

It instantly broke out into a sweat, too scared to try anything more.

≮Crowman Form≯

This was what the Crowman Elder referred to as ‘deep fusion’.

The Faceless Skull possessed two powers: the “Portable Prison” and “Imitation”, the latter referred to by the Crowman Elder as the power of control… this power to ‘dominate’ life outside the city, achieved a deep fusion.

It wasn’t just the transformation of the crowman into a living equipment,

But full domination over the crowman, a [Fusion] of the two.

As a result, all traits of the crowman belonged to Han Dong and even some unexpected ‘reactions’ occurred.

“Although I’ve practiced many times, this is the first time using it in real combat… It feels really good, caw!”

At the end of Han Dong’s sentence, he habitually added a crow’s call.

An indescribable crowman energy filled his body, the boost from the fusion was beyond imagination.

It seems the fusion with the crowman has stimulated some potential of the ‘Faceless’ Skull.

“This form is perfect for adapting to the current battle… Flying keeps me from contact with the high-temperature ground.

However, the form is not yet perfect.

The crowman’s traits lean towards a black magician.

I need to combine it with the [Library] and equip suitable gear to truly unleash this form’s power.

I just hope it’s enough against this Abyss Butcher.”

Under Han Dong’s watchful gaze,

The ‘Abyss Butcher’ took slow steps forward.

Its frame was not as massive as imagined, only slightly taller than an average human, about three meters.

Its skin resembled volcanic rock and was dressed in the trademark black leather apron. Due to the fusion with hell’s elements, its legs had transformed into the shape of goat’s hooves.

There were three things that required special attention.

Firstly, a chainsaw with canine teeth as the saw chain, hung on its back.

Secondly, in its stone-patterned hands, it dragged an iron hook chain more than ten meters long… It could be thrown instantly to pierce or hook the target’s body and drag it close.

It couldn’t be more ideal for dealing with targets flying in the air like Han Dong.

Thirdly, a rather large pig’s head, seemingly alive, hung around the butcher’s waist.

At the bottom of the Coliseum’s molten lava, a huge eye slowly opened… watching the match closely.

“Could this be the eye of a hellish visitor?

Let’s not worry about that for now, let’s try dealing with the butcher that the system rated as [S- Strange Tales].”

Unexpectedly, in this Japanese-style setting, such a Western-style Butcher’s tale has emerged… Ordinary strategies might be ineffective in killing it. Once there is a chance, it should be deeply polluted.”

As Han Dong moved, carrying a strong aura of pollution, the assault began.

The butcher’s hook-chain was flung out at the same time.

The battle was about to break out.

Suddenly… Buzz!

The ringing echoed in the minds of the butcher and Han Dong simultaneously.

The entire Abyss shook as a result.

The butcher was momentarily dazed, accidentally missing his throw, and shattered three audience members outside the arena.

Han Dong quickly looked down at the eyeball in the magma… The shock from a moment ago emerged from the surface of the eyeball.

Buzz!

At the same time.

In the center of the arena, a portal to Hell constructed of steel appeared out of thin air.

A demon voice from the depths of Hell emanated from within.

Togu, incarcerated in prison, immediately translated for Han Dong:

“Interesting human, several different auras are mixed within your body… Among them, there is a demonic aura more pure than that of my little butcher, Tojo.

Tojo is a demon attendant I am currently cultivating. Since you are somewhat of the same kind, there is no need to fight to the death.

Come down and see me. After getting to know your situation a little bit, I will have Tojo let you leave.

Your rewards will be rightfully given.”

The source of the voice is the “Visitor from Hell” noted in the system prompt.

And the “Little Butcher Tojo,” mentioned by him, is the very subject of these strange tales standing right in front of him… The relationship between the two appears to be master and servant, much like the relationship between Han Dong and Togu.

From the visitor from Hell’s last sentence, it seems he is very familiar with the rules of the Fate Space.

Since Han Dong had planned to meet this visitor from Hell who is separate from the strange tales, there is no problem with entering the Gate of Hell in advance.

Mysteriously, Han Dong has a premonition that he can touch upon the deeper strands of fate.

“‘Hell’ appears to be a vast, unique space within the Fate Space, with demons born in Hell scattered throughout different fate events.”

Han Dong had previously considered the origins of the monsters in the Fate Space.

They don’t appear out of thin air, nor do they play fixed roles within the Fate Space… They possess independent thought and, if they can successfully eliminate the incoming knight squads, they should also receive rewards from the system.

Take the clown—Pennywise, for instance.

By repeatedly killing the knight squads that arrived in Derry Town, it received upgrades and corresponding rewards, continuously strengthening itself before one day aiming to retake Old Derry Town. Unfortunately, this plan was thwarted by Han Dong.

‘Hell’ might be the origin of ‘demon-like monsters.’

Perhaps there are also Doors of Fate within Hell, enabling demons to participate in Fate Events… However, they merely play the role of monsters.

And the Door of Fate appears to connect various dimensions, providing venues, tasks, and various rewards.

In this way, it promotes the growth of life in different dimensions…

Of course, most of the above are Han Dong’s conjectures, which require further verification.

“What exactly is the role of the Visitor from Hell? Does he transcend the current world of Fate?”

Han Dong made up his mind, swiftly instructing towards the side of the field: “Abe… wait for me up there.”

After finishing his sentence, Han Dong swiftly dived into the gate of Hell.

The feeling was similar to crossing through space, but with an additional sensation of falling deeper.

At the same time, a system notification like a cassette beep came over.

“The side story is experiencing an anomaly… The system is correcting it.”

By the time Han Dong regained his senses, he was already on a serene island in the center of a reddish lake.

In front of him, a long sword with serrated edges was stabbed into the bonfire.

A mysterious person, enshrouded in a ragged cloak, sat cross-legged across the bonfire.

The arm and barefoot exposed outside of the cloak both belonged to a human, only that the skin was covered in numerous scars formed from prolonged suffering.