My Cell Prison - Chapter 396
Chapter 396: Chapter 396: Type
Exactly a year had passed since the last “Strange Tales”.
However, the day before their scheduled visit to the Bell Tower, Mr. Black White seemed to have urgent matters that required immediate attention.
Afterwards, he would need to personally go to the highest peak of Holy City, the council district, to participate in related meetings.
Therefore, he could only write a personal letter allowing Han Dong to deliver it alone to the “Timekeeper”.
As the bottom door of the clock tower opened,
Han Dong quietly approached the Timekeeper at the entrance after the squads registered for this month’s batch had successively entered.
Whenever he observed the Timekeeper, a woman dressed in bizarre costumes and wearing a swirl mask, he would feel a sense of ‘loss’, making Han Dong feel blurry and unbounded.
The Timekeeper stared at Mr. Black White’s unique crow seal on the letter and gently beckoned Han Dong to follow by waving her hand.
Click, click, click…
As the sounds of various gears turning arose, Han Dong and the Timekeeper moved together within the Bell Tower, transferring incessantly.
It was rumored that there were 10,080 different rooms in the Bell Tower, all of which were undergoing irregular changes at any given time.
Only the “Timekeeper” could control the specific structure and operation of the Bell Tower… Even in the event of an invasion, it would be impossible to penetrate into the core rooms of the Bell Tower.
With the absolute protection of the Bell Tower, the Door of Fate is safe.
Click…
Arriving at the top of the Bell Tower,
From the panoramic glass set up here, one can overlook the entire Holy City.
This place also served as the private office of the Timekeeper.
Stepping inside the white circular desk, she removed her mask.
A delicate feminine face was revealed, causing Han Dong to wonder if this Timekeeper truly belonged to the [human] category.
After all, this face was overly exquisite, completely flawless.
Through her pupils, one could see the finely calibrated and rotating internal gears, seemingly this mechanical brain allowed her to merge as one with the complicated Bell Tower and understand its operational patterns.
The revelation of the Timekeeper’s real face was completely unexpected by Han Dong, which left him slightly stunned.
The Timekeeper didn’t seem to care about Han Dong’s gaze, somewhat mechanically raising her hand, tucking her golden silky hair behind her ears.
She began to seriously read the letter Mr. Black White had written her.
It seemed that in addition to matters concerning Han Dong’s personal affairs, the letter also contained a message specially passed to the Timekeeper.
Upon reading the last word, the Timekeeper revealed a rare smile and looked up at Han Dong simultaneously.
“Your solo trip to the Fate Space will still be handled as a ‘personal matter’.
You must not mention it to anyone. After the fact, your record will be included in a regular team. If anyone asks, remember not to let it slip.”
“Okay.”
“Wait a moment… Wait until the main force has all entered, then you go down.
Although I control the Bell Tower, the Council also has monitoring measures.”
“Alright.”
Han Dong sat on a single chair, the atmosphere slightly awkward.
After all, he was not at all familiar with the Timekeeper and had no idea how to start a conversation.
Before long, the Timekeeper spoke: “Why do you want to enter alone? Didn’t your previous group perform perfectly in ‘Strange Tales’?”
“I just simply want to exercise my personal abilities.”
“Ah, indeed this is necessary. After all, Mr. White did the same in the past…
If you can stand up one day earlier, you can share some of the burden with Mr. White. He has given too much for the Holy City and mankind.”
From these words and various cues, it can be inferred that the relationship between the Timekeeper and Mr. Black White was perhaps more than meets the eye.
Both held irreplaceable important roles in Holy City and, seemingly due to some restraint, they rarely had the opportunity to meet.
“It’s about time, you can go down directly through the elevator on the side… Don’t delay any time, go straight into the Door of Fate.”
“Thank you, Timekeeper.”
……
A year later, when Han Dong stepped into the Fate Space again, he held a card in his hand.
This Fate Card was derived from the “Strange Tales” instance.
“Fate Card (Scepter): Grants the holder the authority to glimpse into the ‘tag’.
Once the individual enters the “Image Store” to select Fate Events, they will glimpse into the ‘type tag’ corresponding to the symbol of the Fate Event, such as ‘Fantasy Type’, ‘Curse Type’, and ‘Monster Type’.”
After using the Fate Card, the layout of the Image Store changed.
The same type of books, VCDs, game tapes, or CDs were placed on the same shelf.
There were even more categories than Han Dong imagined.
Of course, it was only to categorize types.
Once Han Dong wanted to inspect the items on the shelf in detail, a thick mist obscured them, preventing him from viewing the detailed content of the items.
Han Dong paused for a moment, “Hmm… there’s even this subcategory?”
[Zombie Class].
Jiuzhou was Han Dong’s motherland.
Since he grew up there, he had naturally seen zombie class movies. However, due to the country’s prohibition on the spread of such cultures, they were quite rare.
If it weren’t for the prohibition, Han Dong might have even chosen this genre of movie. After all, the ‘zombie’ species held a unique trait, perhaps obtaining substantial benefits from it.
[Hell Class]
Han Dong stopped again, although this category was veiled by mist, he could still vaguely see a depiction that could easily be censored.
Otherwise, Han Dong could have considered continuing to focus on strengthening Togu, who was a professional punching bag. After all, from Captain Marlon’s conversation, Togu’s [Purgatory Monk] status appeared to be very special.
Investing in Togu was bound to be worthwhile.
Han Dong continued walking around the Image Store.
[Horror Class], [Deep Space Class], [Secret Room Class], [Split Personality Class], [Maze Class]
The deeper into the Image Store he went, the more niche the categories became.
Even Han Dong was curious about what kind of literary works some types would represent.
Unconsciously, the seemingly narrow Image Store was gradually stretched as Han Dong delved deeper.
In the end, Han Dong arrived at the last cabinet.
“Teeth Class… what category is this?”
There were few corresponding literary works on display, but when Han Dong approached this category, the “Faceless Skull” buzzed.
“Why does the ‘Faceless Skull’ have a slight reaction?”
After comprehensive consideration and intuition, Han Dong made his choice within the stipulated selection time… he selected a DVD from the most unpopular category.
In Han Dong’s view, movies can accommodate lesser story content compared to books and games, and this time’s solo instance, he didn’t want to make it too difficult.
When the DVD was put on the counter, the voice of the System rang out.
“Do you wish to confirm the current selection, check out, and proceed with space integration?”
“Yes.”
With Han Dong’s choice, the mist on the surface of the DVD dissipated and its contents could be seen.
“Mist” — This film is adapted from Stephen King’s novella of the same name published in 1980.
