My Cell Prison - Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Han Dong’s Discovery
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
“No wonder the quality of the [Brain] is inferior, which requires a lower load value.
I must find a suitable ‘body’ before considering leaving the prison.”
Han Dong wasn’t in a hurry to abandon this mentally deficient body yet. It still had some utility value. He shifted his attention to the right arm.
This Campbell Frank had two peculiar things about his body.
One was his head and the other was his right arm.
However, the ‘peculiar’ of the right arm was actually a compliment.
On the conscious dimension, the description considered it to be of “high quality,” and it even possessed the ‘quick punch’ skill… As a university professor who spends his days immersed in the lab, Han Dong had no time to play games.
Nevertheless, during his junior high school days, he did play games like “Legend” and “World of Warcraft”, so he knew the dynamics.
“Let us give it a try!”
His right arm thrust a punch.
Whoosh!
The sound of wind-breaking swept past his ears, leaving faint traces of his punch in the air.
“The punching speed is so fast!”
Although Han Dong’s a researcher, he maintains a regular fitness routine… He understands that this punching speed could match that of a top-notch international boxer.
“Let’s test the strength of this punch.”
Well, it’s not his body anyway. Without an ounce of sympathy, Han Dong aimed a full-strength punch at the prison wall.
Smack!
Drip drip…
When the flesh broke, blood dripped down the hand.
A dent of approximately one-centimeter thickness was made in the black stone wall… He speculated that the power in this man’s fist must be close to the human limit.
“I can’t think anymore… I need to immediately find a body with a normal brain.”
Having a general understanding of the body’s condition, Han Dong returned as much as possible to the Processing Room with his mind blank, to avoid overloading the brain.
During this period, Han Dong didn’t dare to look at the overall scale of the prison, instead, keeping his head low as he walked.
Han Dong dared not make rash decisions. If the physical body were to die outside the Processing Room, he could not guarantee his ‘survival’.
Back in the Processing Room.
Han Dong slowly raised his head, immediately startled by the scene before his eyes.
The so-called Processing Room was unlike ordinary prison cells, its space was about twenty times larger…. it was essentially a biological laboratory.
When the ‘culture medium’ on the table came into Han Dong’s view,
He subconsciously collected data and performed related analysis.
I’m doomed!
Bang!
Some peculiar explosion echoed in the Processing Room.
All five senses were lost.
“The host body has been voluntarily abandoned in the Processing Room. Please continue to find a suitable body.”
“This moron…”
Han Dong, reverted to a cell clump, was helpless.
Yet, this confirmed one thing. As long as he is in the Processing Room, whatever happens to the physical body, he wouldn’t face any personal danger.
“After finding a body, I definitely need to leave the prison and go to the outside world… Without knowing if the outside world is dangerous or not, I must find a powerful body that’s suits me!”
At least, its brain should be able to keep up with my consciousness.”
Having more or less understood his current setting and the general situation of the prison, Han Dong continued his journey in finding a body.
….
Seven years.
That’s right.
Hunting for the ‘perfect’ body took seven whole years.
As a university professor, his engagement with precise experiments and paper writing nurtured a perfect-demanding heart in him.
….
Seven years, three months, and twelve days.
In a single cell, about five hundred meters away from the Processing Room.
Gerard Maritius – was a dutiful believer in his lifetime.
This was the 139th corpse that Han Dong came across.
[Head] of high quality, with ‘Holy Light Sensing’ skill, load requirement: 37
[Left Arm] common, load requirement: 12
[Right Arm] Common, load requirement: 14
[Body Trunk] Inferior, load requirement: 33
[Left Leg] Damaged, load requirement: 0
[Right Leg] Damaged, load requirement: 0
“Finally, I encounter a corpse with a high-quality head… It’s strange that the inferior-rated trunk requires a load value of 33.”
The intuition of the research staff is very accurate.
Cells slowly take over the body.
In the moment of the five senses restarting,
Han Dong is slightly moved.
This woman named Gerard Maritius must have undergone cruel treatment when she was alive.
Moreover, the reason why the inferior-rated trunk bears a load of 33 points is now clarified.
With her entire neural system in the brain activated, Han Dong could clearly perceive the intense stomach cramps this woman must have endured, having swallowed an indigestible foreign substance in her lifetime.
Furthermore, though the woman’s head was rated as “excellent,”
Han Dong still felt some hindrance to his thought analysis.
“The female worshipper’s brain leans more towards arts and literature, which doesn’t seem to mesh well with me, a science person… There’s a shortage in information processing and calculation abilities, which is clearly a barrier when contemplating issues… Let’s inspect the issue with the abdominal part in the Processing Room first.”
Han Dong, who returned to the Processing Room, immediately found a clean scalpel.
Given that physical death had little impact on Han Dong… after some operation, he held a sticky key drenched in stomach juices.
“The key to the secret room in the prison center?!”
In the prison, the only locked room is the one in the center – the control room. Naturally, upon obtaining the key, one would connect the two… but it’s still not fully confirmed.
At this moment, Han Dong initiates the ability of the head – ‘Holy Light Sensing’.
A measure of psychic power was consumed, making Han Dong feel somewhat tired.
Following this, a bundle of holy light descended on the abdominal cut… under the warm envelope of the holy light, the wound miraculously healed itself at a pace visible to the naked eye.
Through seven years of prison exploration, Han Dong had witnessed many similar ‘strange magic’. However, due to the ‘brain’ thinking constraints, he could not scientifically analyze and understand them in detail.
After the body recovery, Han Dong immediately crawled towards the prison center.
For reasons unknown, Han Dong felt somewhat excited, eagerly wanting to know what was hidden in the room at the prison’s center: “Given that every cell and every prisoner all have their detailed setups and meanings.
Thus, the locked prison control room will be no exception.”
Click!
The moment the key smoothly unlocked the door,
In his consciousness, the control room which was initially marked in red turned into a grey state.
“Would there be another perfect body inside?”
After standing at the door for a while to confirm that there was no danger nor any ‘Forbidden to Enter’ signs inside,
Han Dong, supporting his upper body with both hands, stepped in.
“The control room has been opened, you can now carry out ‘Cell Separation’ in the control room.”
Han Dong immediately began inspecting this secret room.
The fairly spacious steel room only had a thick black metal table.
All around the walls were plans for the prison design and information about special prisoners.
After an inspection,
First of all, no intact bodies were found, only a skull stored in a glass hydraulic canister.
The reason it was ‘strange’ was because this skull had no features nor hair.
It was more like a boiled ostrich egg.
Secondly,
Many research documents were found in the room, most of them were incomplete or had their key words obscured.
“…The information is severely lacking, unable to infer the origin and nature of the prison.
However, I can roughly discern the purpose of constructing this prison seems to be to detain all special prisoners in this European region and carry out cell-level research.
It seems that a certain incident has taken place, turning the prison into its current state.
Sigh… This art student’s brain can read text quickly and can even swiftly make sense of the metaphorical meanings behind the text… but once the brain needs to carry out calculations and analysis, it starts to lag.”
When thoughts are restricted, Han Dong feels quite uncomfortable.
In these seven years, he hadn’t been able to find a decent brain.
Setting aside the deductions about the nature of the prison for now, Han Dong tried to find hidden information in this room… especially the information about the mysterious brain.
With his keen observation skills, Han Dong found a hidden button on the leg of the iron table.
A complete file rose from the table surface.
“What is this? ‘Subspace Containment Measures – Prison Edition’?”