My Cell Prison
Chapter 1487 - 1485: Departure

Chapter 1487: Chapter 1485: Departure

Mi University - Teacher’s Special Training Ground

Due to special circumstances, Kite did not participate in this warm-up match before entering Fate Space... After all, once Kite’s powers spread out uncontrollably, even the Mi University campus might face contamination.

The training ground uses adaptive space simulation to create a real combat environment suitable for the current number of participants and levels.

Beneath a massive rock at the edge of the training area lays Han Dong, whose body is nearly torn apart.

But Han Dong isn’t concerned about the damage to his body. Instead, he’s urgently conducting self "psychological counseling"—devouring Red Fruits and laughing madly to purge a sense of distress.

Sally and Hop are in a similar state.

A rather striking characteristic emerges: [Black Eye Bags]. Unlike ordinary eye bags, these are composed of dense, tiny abysses, spreading around the eye sockets.

They seem to be a peculiar form of contamination or possibly a new trait of Green, stemming from his insight during the Abyss Party.

At this moment.

Hundreds of meters away between simulated mountains, Green, who has lost an arm, slowly wriggles out from a crack in the wall, thoroughly enjoying the warm-up combat session.

"As expected, everyone’s so strong..."

Just as Green is about to continue.

Han Dong struggles against his nearly shattered body, traverses space, and appears before Green, his words laced with the invasive traits of mad laughter.

"Green, let’s call it a day for now... If we continue, it might affect our condition for entering Fate Space tomorrow, and everyone has pretty much familiarized themselves with each other’s mythological traits.

If you’re still not satisfied, I can play with you alone tonight."

Han Dong can see that Green is in a state of excitement, his madness reaching a certain threshold. He intentionally adds the final sentence to restrain Green’s frenzy.

If Green goes berserk, it will become a real headache later.

As Han Dong speaks these words, the black nails about to emerge from Green’s mouth slowly retract, and Miss Lyle—his weapon—is ultimately not brought forth.

Smack!

Wrapping an arm around Han Dong’s shoulder, Green’s tongue, riddled with small holes, hovers near Han Dong’s ear as he asks softly:

"Tonight, what do you plan to play?"

"You’ll know in a bit."

The warm-up match has unknowingly transitioned from day to night.

Han Dong leads the famished group directly to Mi University’s cafeteria, gritting his teeth as he spends nearly a thousand teacher points to allow everyone to indulge in a meal capable of sending their souls to the Kingdom of Taste—a wondrous journey.

The dinner leaves Green sprawled across the dining table, twitching uncontrollably for three hours, his tongue hanging beside his face, wearing an unsettling expression of joy.

Though Green, as a child of fate from the Center of Chaos, is accustomed to consuming raw Abyss Creatures without any processing, this sudden indulgence in exquisite flavors brings absolute physiological and psychological satisfaction, completely suppressing his inner madness.

Even more exaggerated is the reaction from protoss Hop. This kind of cuisine triggers a true ancestor return state, making him scream and howl like a primate within the private room. If not for Han Dong’s intervention, the entire cafeteria might have been destroyed.

The only exception is Kite.

Facing the incredibly delicious food, Kite offers one evaluation: "It stinks!"

His existence is inherently mismatched with the world itself; the filthy, rank, utterly chaotic things are what Kite truly finds appetizing.

As a result.

The scene transforms into:

Green sprawled atop the table, twitching and laughing madly, drenched in food grease;

Hop bouncing around like a monkey, smashing various plates to smithereens;

Kite holding his nose to block the smell with one hand while seriously drafting his suicide proposal with the other;

"Nicholas, is this team really going to work..."

Sally takes advantage of the rare opportunity to lean on Han Dong’s side, her eyes filled with concern about the situation tomorrow.

Han Dong looks equally helpless.

"At least this meal has restored everyone to peak condition.

Judging by their state, no one’s heading back tonight—sleeping in the private room it is. Once we enter Fate Space, I’ll do my best to restrain Green."

...

The next day.

On the exclusive campus bus heading to Mi University’s Door of Fate.

Protoss Hop keeps apologizing repeatedly for his rude behavior the previous night.

Green, however, doesn’t seem to care about his embarrassing conduct at all, even packing breakfast from the cafeteria, acting as a quiet food enthusiast with no intention of sharing his delicacies.

Borne by the Yellow Sand Colossus, Mi University roams the Egypt region. Its campus Door of Fate originates from Egypt’s capital—Cairo.

Currently, the door has been transferred to the [Management Building] by technical staff.

With complete documentation, Han Dong leads the group into the black cylindrical building.

The Isis guide, upon recognizing the protoss, especially Green—the Mad Demon, forgets all prepared dialogue and simply keeps silent while leading the way.

"Excuse me, is the modification for the [Door of Fate] sufficient for demons to enter?"

"Yes. Currently, it can stably maintain 70% identification weakening. Based on my observations, except for this [Ninth Element], the humanoid forms of your team members can be successfully identified.

However, we have also received advance instructions from higher-ups and pre-designed special humanoid equipment for the Ninth Element."

"Much appreciated."

Passing through a tunnel resembling a drainage channel, with green substances flowing within.

The group arrives at an ancient temple-like stone structure to see the fully-modified Door of Fate.

The door presents a green oval form, surrounded by broccoli-like brain tissues, with dozens of Isis engineers conducting stability adjustments on-site.

Kite is temporarily taken to a separate room to receive special modifications from the Isis people.

After roughly half an hour.

Kite returns to the team, wearing a gray trench coat, appearing about twenty years old. His distinctive stitching scars remain, and his suicidal gaze is still unmistakable.

His original ghoul skin has been replaced with highly resilient, demon-binding humanoid leather—priceless.

The overall impression to Han Dong is that Kite looks more human-like and somehow appears slightly more optimistic.

"Kite, this journey through Fate is incredibly important for me... I’m asking for your help."

Confronted by Han Dong’s sincere request, Kite’s gaze turns clear, and the shadowy suicidal air dissipates temporarily.

"Mm, Sally has already talked to me seriously about this. I understand this is part of Mr. Nicholas’s path of growth!

Rest assured, before I find a way to end myself, I’ll do everything I can to help."

With this understanding, Han Dong wastes no time and instructs everyone to either wrap their tentacles or hold hands for physical contact as they jointly step into the Door of Fate.

Gazing at the green gateway before him, Han Dong takes a deep breath.

The journey ahead will be something he’s never experienced before,

A brand-new adventure beyond [True Fate]—what form it will take and what specific rewards lie ahead remain unknown.