Master of Kaidan
Chapter 71 Entering Dragon Field

Chapter 71: Chapter 71 Entering Dragon Field

A group of naked men and women, indistinguishable from each other, were herded off the prison van like piglets. At that moment, Feng Xue felt that to these people, she was no different from livestock, at best to be classified simply as "wild game."

The blond who had the potential to compete for the Manager role seemed to want to resist, but before he could do anything, a Caucasian swung a baton and harshly struck his forehead.

Due to his shorter stature, Blondie was immediately knocked to the ground by the downward strike, flattening him completely. Hearing the unintelligible sounds coming from his mouth, the surrounding people couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"This Blondie, I remember he was the powerful type! How could he be taken down so easily?" Feng Xue recalled, this guy should have been able to tear apart omens with his bare hands; such a hit shouldn’t have brought him down.

But the next moment, she remembered her deactivated "assassin" Skill. Although she had lost the "Sharpness" element, it didn’t greatly affect her physical quality, and the deactivation wasn’t as completely destructive as when she lost the "Corpse Collector" Skill; it felt more like a game skill cooling down. If it weren’t for seeing Blondie like this, she might not even have remembered.

But now that she thought about it...

Feng Xue suddenly remembered the phrase she saw when she obtained the Gatekeeper Identity,

"The power of Identity relies on Infinite City; those who use Identity will always be vassals to Infinite City."

"So that’s what it means... Once out of Infinite City, the Skills given by Infinite City lose their effect, but the Identities endowed by outsiders can still be used? Is that why the cognition of outsiders is so precious?"

Perhaps not wanting to waste time, the "Prison Guard" kicked Blondie a couple more times, then resumed swinging his baton, ordering them in heavily accented English to head in the direction they pointed.

Feng Xue glanced at Blondie, whose hair was being dragged by the prison Guard, felt a chill for him, and then slowly moved along with the crowd.

After a short march, Feng Xue arrived at a corridor stretching into the distance. On one side of the corridor were rows of cells embedded into the wall—essentially, prison solitary confinement cells. At that moment, a black prison guard was pacing up and down the corridor. With a baton, he struck the iron bars, producing a series of harsh clangs as he unlocked each cell door. Seeing Feng Xue and the others appear, he immediately waved his baton and shouted,

"Gedden! Gedden!"

"What kind of weird pronunciation is that?" Feng Xue’s scalp tingled, guessing that he was probably calling them inside, but it was hard to connect it with the English pronunciation she knew.

Could this be the legendary accent?

Could I even communicate with them using my half-baked English?

With a shiver, goosebumps erupted all over Feng Xue as she tried hard to recall the limited English vocabulary from her past life and searched nearly everything she had returned to her teachers, trying to correct her pronunciation to a relatively standard level.

However, these alarms seemed trivial; talking with them seemed pointless.

"These people must have captured the Infinite for a reason, whether it be for dissection research, torture revenge, or even mass execution; there will surely be someone in charge showing up."

With this thought in mind, Feng Xue continued to survey her surroundings, looking for surveillance cameras or similar devices.

He still had an ace up his sleeve that could turn the tables, and he had enough resources stored in the Golden Finger inventory to make headlines, but without the True Object Clothing, he was almost defenseless; a single bullet would be enough to scatter his soul.

Indeed, "rash actions lead to pointless sacrifices"...

Feeling the "Identity" rapidly draining from within him, Feng Xue once again experienced the panic he had felt upon first arriving in Infinite City, constantly watching the countdown of his life.

However, to his surprise, besides the steady flow of "Identity" from Chen Xiyao, dozens of smaller strands were converging.

But even all these combined amounted to less than a tenth of Feng Xue’s daily consumption. Including his previously collected "Identity" from True Objects, he would completely vanish in at most ten days.

"Ten days, huh? They gathered so many without souls, not just to morbidly watch them vanish, right?"

Feng Xue sighed and began to reflect on his actions, though he had no regrets about stepping through that door; after all, if he never ventured out, he would never know what lay beyond. He could keep prowling through various junkyards, becoming a Sword God within a ten-mile range, but what then?

"Forgive the youthful poor, forgive the elderly poor, is death really superior?"

"Even with armor of True Objects, how much power could he muster against the heavyweights in the district, who might already be legends in Kaidan?"

The failure of the label this time proved that the labels distributed by Infinite City were merely stepping stones, channels for acquiring knowledge. If he wanted to become stronger, he had to venture outside!

Sometimes, not understanding what others are saying is a blessing. At least at this moment, the chirps and murmurs from the surrounding cages—probably cursing and pleading—could not disrupt Feng Xue’s thoughts. Although everyone dislikes noise, meaningless noise and meaningful arguments have different effects on shifting attention.

Feng Xue sat in the corner of the cell, using the posture of holding his knees to block the view of the Black Ball from the man, while searching this "solo cell" for components suitable for refining True Objects.

The cell had a typical prison design; the bed was a fixed hard plank on the wall and floor, the window on the wall had iron bars, not even a head could fit through, and even if he could break the wall, it wouldn’t matter because it only led to the prison’s exercise yard on the other side.

In the corner opposite the bed, there was also a toilet, which made Feng Xue realize that this place was not originally meant for containing the individuals without souls.

"There might be dead angles, but thinking of using them for something seems quite foolish," he surveyed the entire room and realized he was overthinking; this damn prison hadn’t even provided him with a blanket! Was he supposed to scrape some dust off the walls to use as a base?

What could possibly be refined from that?

Definitely blinding lime?

As Feng Xue pondered what could serve as a base, a string of footsteps arose. He no longer cared about the awkwardness of his nakedness; he sprang up from his sitting position and darted to the gate, pressing his head against the iron bars.

In his view, there was a procession of about a dozen people, most of them dressed in prison guard uniforms or lab coats, with a few in suits. However, what ultimately drew Feng Xue’s attention was the person at the forefront, walking alongside a man who clearly looked like the leader.

No, saying "walking" was a bit inaccurate, for this person was in a wheelchair. The empty trouser legs dangled from the front, and the left half of his face, centered around the eye socket, spread out into fierce scars, with only a hollow socket where the eye should have been.

Using his remaining right eye, he scanned each of the individuals locked in the cages, and Feng Xue could deeply feel the chilly, snake-like venom contained within that gaze.