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Chapter 344 - 263: Messenger

Chapter 344: Chapter 263: Messenger

The next morning, when Dacoming woke from his sleep, he was startled by a line of pale blue text that suddenly appeared beside his pillow.

"Shh, don’t make a sound, and don’t let anyone know about our conversation,"

This message was clearly meant for him. Seeing Dacoming frozen in a standoff, with no response, the line of text changed.

"Yes, Dacoming, I’m talking to you."

Seeing this line of text, a smile involuntarily spread across Dacoming’s face.

Although he didn’t know the identity of the other party and didn’t understand why a line of text had inexplicably appeared beside his pillow, the person had acknowledged his intelligence.

A splendid day began with a compliment from a stranger.

It seemed that his secret of being an intelligent person couldn’t be hidden any longer; Dacoming had always believed that if the Actus Pirate Group wasn’t annihilated, he was undoubtedly the next strategist.

Dacoming had been living comfortably for the past few days.

He had signed up for the trial, but for unknown reasons, the trial was suddenly interrupted. According to inmates in the same section, a riot had broken out in section D17, the Prison Governor was shot, the roads to other sections were blocked, the mechanical prison guards were nowhere to be seen, and he, fortunately, didn’t have to undergo the cruel trial and could still enjoy the privileged treatment.

He had his private cell, a bed, and the troublemakers in the section had quieted down. Everyone was on edge, turning the prison into a powder keg ready to explode. No one wanted to make a move before the circumstances were clear.

All had a common identity—they were prisoners, the hopelessly worst criminals of the universe.

Their collars recorded sentences they could never be released from.

For this reason, when they looked at each other, they could read each other’s thoughts.

They wanted to get out of this prison.

It wasn’t until the "big brother" of his section approached him that Dacoming understood the deeper secrets of this section and why those who participated in the trial were respected by everyone.

They were collectively known as "Messengers," and Dacoming had been invited to join the Messenger Alliance because of his courageous performance.

The Messengers had paid a terrible price during the trials, but it also won them the right to go to other sections, meaning they could communicate between sections and thus plan a prison break.

Someone had once escaped from a section, only to end up stranded on the barren surface.

"Are you with the Alliance?"

Dacoming lowered his voice. In the cells outside, other members of the Actus Pirate Group resided.

He hadn’t told anyone about the Messengers or the Alliance.

The Alliance said they would contact him again after this wave of attention had passed.

"Wanwan, that’s my codename."

The pale blue text changed once again.

Lying on the bed, Dacoming stared at the name "Wanwan" for a long time, his heartbeat quickening because his intuition told him he was talking to a girl.

There were female members in the Messenger Alliance. On Prison Planet, the male and female prisoners’ sections were separated, and the Messengers could only learn about other sections during the trial period from others.

A girl, who had also discerned his true nature as a smart person.

This made the corners of Dacoming’s mouth nearly reach his neck, leading him to an important conclusion.

The girl must like him.

What a wonderful morning.

What Dacoming didn’t know was that Wanwan watched his every move.

At the other end of the prison, the Mechanical Maid furrowed her brows, "What’s he laughing at?"

The name "Wanwan" was given by Jiuyue, and the private contact with Dacoming was also Jiuyue’s request. She was now the great director, and the Judge could only cooperate to the best of his ability.

But Dacoming’s smile made it very uncomfortable, always feeling that there couldn’t be anything good in his mind.

"It’s normal, he is a Cosmic Pirate after all, said to indulge in champagne and fine wines daily. Recently, he’s been stifled,"

Jiuyue was quite calm.’

Would Dacoming entertain normal thoughts if he could be a Cosmic Pirate?

Before choosing the character, she had the Judge investigate Dacoming’s past, which perfectly fit the stereotype people held about Cosmic Pirates—amassing huge amounts of money, then spending lavishly on every planet he passed, not knowing how many women he had been with, his illegitimate children probably scattered across the universe.

But this was a good thing.

This person didn’t seem very smart at first glance, exactly the type who could be manipulated by mischievous women.

"Can I electrocute him?"

the Judge asked.

It could electrify Dacoming’s bed at any moment, turning it into a genuine electric bed. Based on its experience, such a despicable person deserved electroshock therapy.

"Your current role is a hacker for the Messenger Alliance, and also the most important storyline catalyst in the entire narrative,"

Jiuyue had considered last night that given Dacoming’s extremely limited intelligence, even if real loopholes existed in the prison, he was unlikely to discover them.

Therefore, he needed someone who could provide him assistance and issue orders.

Only the Judge could undertake this crucial role now.

"Do as I told you before."

Upon hearing this, the Mechanical Maid nodded somewhat unhappily.

It ignored the self-proclaimed witty and flirtatious remarks and began the tutorial for beginners.

"There’s a box under your bed with stones and wood in it, take them out."

The wise man in the cell hesitated for a moment, then skeptically peeked under the bed where, indeed, there was a box.

The box looked very strange, just like those RPG-style treasure chests in the wild, making it hard not to go up and open it when you saw it.

Inside were indeed stones and wood.

Before the wise man could ask anything, he was startled by something sudden— the stones and wood were absorbed into his body, yet no matter how he checked himself over, he couldn’t find the missing stones and wood.

He hurried back to the bed and asked, "What have you done to me?"

"Some changes have recently happened in the prison. Now, close your eyes and meditate on the stones and wood you just saw."

The wise man did as instructed.

He found himself in total darkness, where, though there was no light, he could feel the presence of the stones and wood, but besides those, there was nothing else in this space.

This time, he heard an indifferent female voice.

"Now, try to combine them together and envision the shape of a weapon."

The wise man nodded.

Gradually, he regained his sense of touch, and it seemed as though something hard had appeared in his previously empty hands.

He immediately opened his eyes, and although he had anticipated it, he still couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the pickaxe in his hands.

"How did you do that?"

The wise man blurted out.

He had no idea about it.

"Remember this feeling, you’ll need it a lot in the future."

The pale blue text replied.

"It can take you out of here. The first thing you need to do is find a way to the upper prison area."

...

This live broadcast continued until evening.

No longer just endless, awkward conversations between hosts and guests, nor circumambient aerial shots, the camera consistently used the wise man as the main perspective, documenting his covert inquiries about the path to the upper prison areas.

The last scene of the broadcast lingered on a pond in the prison area, emitting a foul odor and floating with many unknown creatures.

The wise man looked at the camera and made an enigmatic smile.

He was about to devise a flawless jailbreak plan and, to ensure it was foolproof, had excluded members of other pirate gangs.

After a full day’s searching, and with Wanwan’s help, the wise man finally figured it out and found the most likely hub connecting to other prison areas.

As Wanwan had told him, every prison section had a similar hub, and that was precisely where the prison’s vulnerabilities lay.

The secret to exploiting these vulnerabilities lay in finding the most out-of-place locations within the prison environment.

His prison area was desolate, with nothing but a few cells and only the sewage ditch conspicuously lying there.

When night fell, the wise man closed his eyes.

After practicing all day, he became much more proficient.

A moment later, a torch appeared in his hands, followed by the "main quest" Wanwan issued.

Wanwan vetoed his idea of swimming to the next prison area, suggesting he should instead gather enough metal sheets to build a small submarine.

Metal sheets.

The wise man couldn’t contain his smile.

He was thrilled inside, anticipating an unprecedented jailbreak plan that wouldn’t be long before the entire prison—no, the entire universe—would remember his name.

He was the legendary wise man!

But before that, this would be the most tightly orchestrated jailbreak, and besides him and Wanwan, no one else knew about his plan.

"My word, how could it end here!?"

Meanwhile, Norton and Owl, having witnessed the entire process from the monitoring room, simultaneously slammed the table in unison.

They had seen the entire process of the wise man planning the jailbreak, but they had no intention of stopping him.

They only wanted to know when the next episode would be released.

Very urgent!