My Cell Prison
Chapter 19: Death

Chapter 19: Death

"This body...it's really hard to bear.

Resting for so long in succession and sleeping without delay...how long has it been gone? It just became apparent that the body couldn't hold up."

Countdown: eight hours.

Stepping on the mountain path, Han Dong needed to rest for a few seconds almost every five steps... The oxygen intake in his lungs was completely inadequate, and his two legs were trembling slightly from the lack of exercise and the lack of necessary vitamins in his daily life.

As for fellow believer Akaman, she was surprisingly in better physical shape than Hendo.

Holding the cross tightly at all times, her dark eyes were thick, and she could barely see any 'fire of hope' in her eyes, following Han Dong at all times.

Although this body of Han Dong's seemed to have little value to rely on.

Han Dong found a building sign on the map, "There should be a farming cottage ahead, let's go in and hide, shall we?"

Soon, the flashlight shone on a masonry masonry house set up halfway up the hill.

The single-story design, with many cracks in the walls, was clearly deserted for a long time.

Han Dong really couldn't walk anymore, if he continued to hold on like this, his body might collapse completely... Even if the building was no matter how dilapidated, he could only go in and take a break.

As soon as he entered the abandoned building.

Boom!

A thunderbolt streaked across the sky, followed by the sound of rolling thunder.

Clattering.

Heavy rain poured down.

Fortunately, the roof's bricks and tiles were laid tightly, so there weren't any leaks... Otherwise, if a body like Han Dong's got caught in the rain, there was a chance that he might get sick with a cold in the last few hours, and then it would all be over.

The two of them sat against the wall in the hall area.

Han Dong was busy pulling out some high-calorie food from his backpack, as well as a bottle of slab root punch prepared beforehand to replenish his energy and prevent getting sick....

Compared to Han Dong, Akaman, who was sitting opposite, was somewhat calm.

She neither ate nor expressed any emotion, but simply grasped the cross and stared at the front end with both eyes unseeing.

They spent about five minutes just sitting in silence, listening to the sound of the storm washing over the bricks and tiles.

Suddenly, Akerman spoke.

"You know what? The church's basement is much like here, dark and damp... Every day after volunteering, the priest would ask me to spend some time down there."

"Hmmm..." and Hendon detected a strange scent.

"I'm not sure I want to...but it can't be helped.

If I don't take the money back, Father will beat me, and it will hurt more than the priest did. I must obey, and if I do as I'm told, I'll take the money back."

Akaman got more and more agitated and even started scraping her fingernails harder against the dirt floor.

"You know what... I'll be an employee of the church exactly a few more months, knowing that I'll get a regular paycheck every month! Being able to engage with more and more people will get my life back on track.

Off the beaten path!

My father actually wouldn't allow me to continue working at the church, he had too much foreign debt and needed to sell me to cover it.

No...I'm not happy! I had 'disposed' of my father and was left homeless and had to go to the church to replace a priest to help me.

But the priest, who had been 'nice' to me, changed his mind and wouldn't keep me working at the church, even going so far as to have someone come and take me away!

I really don't want this, I really...just want a simple life.

Can you understand how I feel!?"

At that time.

Ka-ching!

There was a strange sound of joints twisting in Akaman's body, changing from a sitting position to a 'crawling form'.

The first time Han Dong established contact with Chen Li through the virtue of the 'prison', he passed on an extremely important message to her... whether or not he succeeded would determine whether or not Han Dong would survive.

Whoosh!

Ackerman in a crawling stance.

Black hair floated in the air.

Han Dong's suspicions were completely correct, the true evil spirit was mixed among the six.

Her speed was almost too fast for Han Dong to see, and ten fingers had been attached to both sides of Han Dong's cheeks.

The familiar feeling of death.

It was very similar to the moment of lying on a hospital bed and failing to breathe... only this time, death might be quicker.

"Wait...can I just do it myself ? This body of mine wouldn't be able to live for long."

Han Dong said this while pulling out a short knife that he had prepared earlier while stopping at his own neck position.

Such words and actions caused the evil spirit 'Akaman' to stop its current movements.

Han Dong's behavior was completely different from the previous two...he couldn't see in Han Dong's eyes the kind of fear that others felt before they died.

All the way through, Han Dong's physical state was clear to her.

It was impossible for someone so fragile to escape, much less survive.

In Akaman's eyes, the young man named 'Nicholas' suddenly became interesting.

"...I'll give you a minute of your time."

Han Dong gave a kind of helpless smile, "Thank you, but before I die, I have a question.

Why didn't you just kill most of us on the first night?

Will the memory of the deceased be erased from the event character's memory anyway? No harm done to you, right?"

As Han Dong asked the question, the knife in his hand had sliced into the flesh.

Akaman was not on guard, answering his pre-mortem question as she was more interested in Han Dong and concluded that the man could not possibly live.

"For the first few days, I could only kill one person a day! And it can only be done at night.

It is only until the last twelve hours of this game that such a mandatory requirement will taper off...get it? These last few hours, I will kill you all.

Don't worry, there will be someone to keep you company later."

Han Dong's suspicions were once again confirmed.

The "restriction" really did exist.

"Thanks."

Han Dong didn't hesitate too much.

The blade sliced through the neck, cutting deep enough to kill....

Such a weak body simply couldn't withstand such a heavy blow, and the pupils of his eyes gradually lost their luster, so he died leaning against the wall.

Not long after.

Akaman received a system prompt unique to it.

Due to the death of a survivor, the cooldown has been reset to 4 hours... The current number of survivors is: 2.

As such, Akaman no longer lingered, crawling out of the abandoned tiled house like a spider and quickly chasing after the 'Edward' duo in the direction of the mountain where they had fled.

...........

Down the hill.

Inside the abandoned farmhouse compound.

The blonde Monica glared at the cold-faced Captain-Edward in front of her with hatred in her eyes.

Her abdomen had been pierced by a steam arm.

"Why..." it didn't occur to Monica that she had been killed not by an evil spirit, but by the 'savior' she was trying to rely on.

"Because of 'her'!"

Edward slanted his eyes towards the woman in red who was standing just outside the farmhouse, standing quietly in the woods.

"You humble commoners, from the moment you entered Destiny Space, you were destined to become `bait'.

The point of your existence is just to buy me time."

Edward's image of being a good guy all along instantly collapsed.

With Monica's fall, the woman in red who was originally wandering among the trees left....

Upon seeing this scene, Edward breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect the luck to be so bad, but the evil spirits came after me first... I must immediately rendezvous with the weakest duo and continue to use their 'time'."

Taking a short break, Edward immediately went up the mountain in reverse!