My Cell Prison
Chapter 1125 - Chapter 1125 Chapter 1124 The Bet

Chapter 1125: Chapter 1124: The Bet Chapter 1125: Chapter 1124: The Bet A corner of the universe.

From a human perspective, inside a bar.

The London gambling that was happening here came to an end with the death of the Golden Saint.

The Element Body model symbolizing Green, and the Common model symbolizing Han Dong, ended up on the final spot of the chessboard… Moreover, because both parties met a special condition by killing the “Golden Saint,” the odds increased.

The biggest winner of this game was the grey man in a little vest who had bet all his chips on Han Dong.

He spread his arms wide and gathered more than half of the chips into his embrace.

These chips also symbolized land deeds corresponding to real authority; the grey man’s position was thus certain to rise.

Even among kings, there is a hierarchy.

Among his peers, this grey man held a special title–[The Great Deceiver].

Since he was the last to place his bet, although most of the patrons realized something was amiss, it was too late to change their bets.

However, the house here was the absolutely neutral ‘bartender,’ and fairness was beyond doubt… The only factor influencing this game was the information about the players collected in advance.

Most of the patrons focused on the Element Body and ignored other factors.

A man shrouded in the Unnamed Fog, spoke with a questioning tone about Han Dong:

“Hey! What’s the deal with this little guy?

In this game, he displayed powers related to the Void and the Deep Sea, and most notably, your Grey power… His mimicry even surpasses that of your direct disciples.

Naya, what secret project are you running?

Moreover, it was implemented into this game without us knowing.”

The grey man gently shook his fingers and replied placidly,

“This is no secret project, merely a [Reboot] of an early project… The prison project, which consumed a huge amount of resources, can’t just be discarded with the establishment of the Dreamlands.

With the Boss’s approval, I have been covertly working on the Subspace Prison research.

However, the prison’s fundamental concept has shifted from the defensive and survival concept of ‘Dreamlands’ to a more offensive one.

Merely safeguarding sovereignty seemed too passive; we needed some upper-tier spatial technology for reverse invasions.

Humans not limited by Fate are a perfect match for this project.

Hence, with great effort, I condensed and fused the Subspace Prison into one of my skull’s heads, and it has bestowed upon a human who is a perfect match.

Mist Man, you’re right.

Nicholas participating in the [London Game] was a test run of the project, and as you’ve seen, the results were perfect.

1. When deeply interacting with Fate Space as a human, his subjective standpoint was absolutely inclined toward our world,

2. Capable of harmoniously coexisting with Demon or humans, and even building a decent relationship with Green,

3. Able to freely enter and leave Fate Space on the nature of humans, and Black Vortex Marks have even appeared,

4. The Subspace Prison was used excellently on him,

However, it will still take some time to fully mature… As you’ve all seen, Nicholas’s level, if calculated by Demon standards, can only be considered a Mature Body–mid-stage.

When he truly crosses the ‘Door of Truth,’ he will become our greatest bargaining chip in negotiations with Fate.

I am explaining this in advance here so that you all won’t ‘actively’ interfere with this little guy’s development and let him grow according to his own thoughts.”

While giving a simple explanation, the grey man also took out an ancient scroll emanating an aura of Madness.

It detailed the original plan for the prison project, branded with a unique ‘Madness Mark’.

The man embodying the Unnamed Fog carefully reviewed the scroll, and could only nod in acknowledgment:

“If it’s approved by the Boss, then it complies with cosmic rules.

Personally, I recognize the presence of this little guy.

But it’s limited to this little guy; as for the corresponding Human Race, I can’t accept them… I believe everyone present shares the same belief.

Nowadays, relying on our Demon Technology, we can already sufficiently interfere with the ‘Door of Fate.’

According to the progress in research conveyed by the Elder Race and the Is Race, within a hundred years, we’ll be able to enter Fate Space in the form of Demons.

I certainly do not want history to repeat itself due to human interference.”

As Mist Man’s individual issue suddenly escalated to encompass the Human Race,

in fact, this coincided exactly with the agenda of this gathering.

The ‘bartender’ convened everyone here, not only for the entertainment of this London gamble but also to expand on the subsequent developments and handling of the London Event.

[Meeting–Item Two]

The grey man shrugged, “For the matter regarding humans, let’s have Mr. Eugene explain…”

This so-called Mr. Eugene.

Was indeed the bartender with an odd square face and pupils like galaxies.

“The [London Game] was extended due to the outstanding performances of Green and Nicholas… The death of the Golden Saint will serve as a catalyst, accelerating the invasion process by this group of artificers.

According to my calculations, a massive invasion will take place in London City in about a year and a half.

The Human Knights from Rome will also arrive in London City at the same time.

At that point, I will invite even more guests here for a larger-scale gambling event; I hope everyone will enjoy themselves.

At that time, we will reassess the value of humans. Mere verbal explanations are of no use; everything must depend on the actual performance of these humans.

Another piece of news.

I just received a message from the Center of Madness, due to Green’s excellent performance and the successful test of the prison project.

The Boss will make time to participate in the next London gamble.”

Upon hearing this news,

many guests present were surprised.

Mist Man felt both excited and a bit worried, “The Boss is coming… How has the Boss been feeling lately?”

“Don’t worry, I have established a dedicated channel. If the Boss’s mood fluctuates too much, he will be immediately sent back to the palace.

Moreover, the [Musician] will accompany throughout, so there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“Since the Boss will kommen, let’s listen to his opinions by then… Things just got a lot more interesting.”

The conversation in the bar was very relaxed; these upper beings approached the London Event with an attitude of entertainment, completely unconcerned about a potential outbreak of war.

At that moment,

the bartender again turned to the grey man.

“Naya, according to the rules, as the biggest winner of this gambling event, you are responsible for the disbursement of the player’s rewards… Nicholas and Green, for killing the Saint in an unexpected manner, deserve substantial rewards.”

“Don’t worry.

I have already arranged for ‘Night Girl’ to handle this downstairs; they will receive their deserved rewards.”