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Chapter 832 - 832 433 Superb Medical Skills (4100)_2

Chapter 832: 433 Superb Medical Skills! (4100)_2 Chapter 832: 433 Superb Medical Skills! (4100)_2 Moving forward, the three had left the hallway and officially arrived at the underground jail’s first level. Here, there was a series of small rooms, each radiating a metallic feel from their walls and floors. Clearly, the prisoners held here were not ordinary; a few rough rebar thrown together would not suffice.

Casio glanced around and noticed a small viewing port on an iron door that allowed one to peek inside, though it was very small. He casually picked a prison cage and walked directly to it, looking through the viewing port to observe the inside.

It was a small room that resembled those used by the Black Mechanism’s branches in future eras to detain Dark creatures. Inside were some simple pieces of furniture, for use by the prisoners who still managed to stay lucid on most days.

Casio’s gaze slowly moved but did not see the prisoner who should have been in this room. Just as he was about to shift his view, he saw a face suddenly press against the window. It was fierce, with bulging veins and bloodshot eyes, looking like a deranged psychopath. He stared intently at Casio, his eyeballs bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

However, this did not frighten Casio. He continued to watch him expressionlessly, his blue eyes resembling a deep pool. As they stared at each other, they slowly rotated and sank, becoming deeper and darker until they were black as ink.

Staring into these eyes was like gazing into an abyss.

In the room, the prisoner who had originally been in a frenzy suddenly shivered as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe. His bloodshot, frenzied eyes suddenly became much clearer and more innocent. The man’s maniacal expression quickly subsided, turning harmless in the span of a second.

Under Casio’s cold gaze, he moved backward until his back pressed against the thick iron wall, barely gaining a sense of security. The man raised his hands and gave a foolish smirk.

The whole person dared not move, as if he were a puppet. If one looked carefully, they could see that he was not immobile; rather, his entire body was trembling slightly. The amplitude was too small, too restrained, to be distinctly noticeable. The man even feared showing his fear.

Only when those eyes behind the iron door’s viewing port moved away did the man dare to take a deep breath suddenly, as if he intended to suck all the air out of the room.

“Who is that? The new director of the clinic? Too terrifying …”

Similarly, this incident happened in a few other places on the first underground level. The prisoners under Casio’s gaze, whether frenzied or not, all behaved quite meekly.

They did not dare to make any abrupt movements or make any sound.

This situation continued down to the second underground level.

The prisoners here were crazier, more delirious. Their bodies already showed clear signs of Dark Biological Transformation, suggesting a significant loss of humanity. Yet, even so, they retained a huge sense of vigilance and fear towards Casio.

Although they were not as terrified as those on the first level, they frequently backed away. Casio had done nothing, yet these prisoners still maintained a defensive posture. Some even actively avoided Casio’s gaze, attempting to hide in the blind spots of the room, similar to an ostrich’s behavior.

Siegel, who witnessed the whole process, clicked his tongue in wonder. If the prisoners on the first level had reacted so dramatically, similar cases could still be found. For instance, the former director of the clinic, Soul Sickle, could also instill fear in some of the prisoners on the first level. But the second level contained violent criminals and lunatics, who fundamentally lacked fear, instead reacting more violently.

Yet before the new director Casio, they were like paper tigers that bluffed without menace, only showing vulnerability. The fierce beasts dared not bare their tusks, instead retreating to a corner where they felt safe. As long as Casio did not press further, the beasts were even willing to show some degree of submission.

In fact, this was the result of Casio actively emitting his own aura.

And only the prisoners severely affected by Dark Biological Transformation could sense this magnetic field and scent. At that moment, it was as if they were in a dark forest surrounded by wild, ferocious beasts, and a massive Ultimate Dark Entity was slowly walking by.

The vibrations of the ground as it walked were sufficient to make all the wild creatures flee in terror.

The group moved from the second to the third underground level.

While still on the stairs, four half-human half-monsters in the gloomy, eerie space of the third level slowly opened their eyes. They turned their heads in unison, looking towards the passageway from the second to the third level.

“Hehehe …”

“Ssss ssss ssss …”

Sounds resembling scales scraping against metal slowly rose, and a foul smell wafted from their scarlet throats, as if it would corrode all the air.

“Nine Snakes, do you mean the newcomer is no good?”

A deep, suppressed voice responded from within a prison cage. Although it was a complete sentence, the person speaking seemed to stutter, pausing after every one or two words to barely finish speaking. The words also trembled, as if the speaker, a psychopath trying hard to suppress his condition, was striving to make his speech resemble that of a human.

“It’s been half a year… Soul Sickle hasn’t come for half a year! I really miss her…” the voice paused slightly, “Why won’t she come, why won’t she come~ I want to consume her, keep her with me forever…”

“No, I can’t keep waiting like this! If this goes on, I won’t be able to stand it! I must go find her, I absolutely must…”

The voice became agitated, and the words grew more impassioned.

“I’m breaking out of jail!!!”

“I’d like to see who dares!!!” An elderly voice cried out from the right.

“Dare to escape right under my watch! Do you think I, Otto, the Vice President of the Clinic, am just for show? Fog Man! If you dare step out of your room, I will catch you… and then throw you into the Ascetic’s cell for a full day!”

“Ha! Otto, you think I would be afraid of you? Today I am determined to break out!” From the room of the one nicknamed Fog Man, the air seemed to harshly rub and expand, causing the walls to bang as if beaten by seaways.

“Are you questioning my methods!?”

In the next room, sounds of someone standing up and walking resonated.

Just then, a bright light suddenly surfaced on the dim third floor. Leading the way was Casio and two others, walking through the corridor holding bright torches. Every few steps, they lit an oil lamp hanging on the wall.

Instantly, the entire third floor was enveloped in bright light.

“Four prison cages in total, numbered from one to four,”

Siegel explained to Casio, “Number four is Fog Man, number three is my master Otto, number two is Nine Snakes, number one is that Ascetic.”

Casio listened quietly, scanning both sides of the corridor. The doors of the prison cages in this world were surprisingly transparent but had a metallic feel. It seemed that it was maintained under the special powers of some Source Energy Users featuring transparent properties.

Thus, those outside could easily see inside.

In the fourth cage, there was a half-man silently floating in the air. He had only the left half of a human body, his skin pale like that of a corpse. The right half was a mass of blood-red fog, rolling about as if alive.

The third cage contained a man dressed in hunter’s attire, appearing between middle-aged and elderly, with white hair and murky eyes.

His body did not exhibit mutations, but his back had unusually exaggerated six black spider legs. They were very long and very sharp, seemingly venomous. They almost engulfed the entire room, suspending the man in the air.

The individual in the second cage had undergone the most severe heteromorphism. The entire person was a giant snake covered with scales, with a snake’s body and nine heads. Eight of the heads were slender, fluttering like hair. The last one had a snake head with a human face, gaping wide open, the oral cavity crimson as blood.

The first cage held an Old Monkey, seated cross-legged, completely covered in thick black fur. At over three meters tall, the muscles on his arms were like iron bars. At the chest area, there seemed to be a three-layered circular pattern.

The circles glowed from inside out as if storing energy.

Casio shifted his gaze towards Siegel at his side, “Hand me all four keys. You and Thomas head back to the second underground level, and remember to close the iron door between the second and third-floor corridors…”

Siegel was shocked, “Director Bai Kui, what are you planning?”

“Heh, nothing much, I am still a doctor, after all, my medical skills are very effective with special cases. Didn’t you say that the clinic was short-staffed? Don’t worry, soon there will be four capable assistants…”