Broken Lake Prison Dining Room.
Perhaps because he came early today, Ash found that the prisoners who came to eat breakfast filled the entire restaurant. A closer look opened his eyes: in addition to humans, orcs, and goblins, there were many other species in the prison, some crawling on the ground, some with two horns, some with four arms...
Ash even saw a woman who was very sexy, had hooves and furry ears, and he didn't know what race she was. This made him have a strong interest and wonderful fantasy about the health care industry in this world.
He is not a fan of Fu Rui, but...
"Do you want food?"
The restaurant aunt's soul-searching question drew Ash's gaze back.
Ash randomly ordered a few meals to fill his stomach, and saw at the window that there was a special food with a "limited to one serving per person" policy, which looked particularly tempting.
"Auntie, what is this?"
"The Royal Seafood Lala Fei is a seasonal delicacy, and the production is very limited." Auntie said, "If you come later, it will be gone."
"Okay, give it to me..."
"Give me five!"
A muffled shout from the side interrupted Ash's words. He turned around and saw a green-skinned orc getting his meal. The aunt sitting opposite him heard the sound and took away all the remaining five servings of seafood lala and poured them into his huge rice bowl.
"Ah? This? Why does it get five copies?"
Ash was stunned.
"It's an orc." Auntie said as a matter of course.
"Why can the orcs take five copies?"
"Orcs can only take five portions. It has always been like this."
"It took five portions and I had nothing to eat. How could it be like this—"
Ash's words suddenly got stuck in his throat, and a screen popped up, with a series of red warnings filling his field of vision:
"Warning: You are trying to make a racist remark! This is forbidden! In the Blood Moon Kingdom, racial equality is the first principle! Please pay attention!"
I said that orcs eat too much, is that racism?!
Frustrated, Ash tried to find a seat with his plate in hand, but discovered that all the seats were occupied. After finally finding an empty seat, he discovered that a blue-skinned monster with a particularly large butt was sitting next to him. It looked even more ferocious than an orc and took up two seats.
In his previous life, Ash would have turned around and left, but this was Shattered Lake Prison, and the other party could not use force against him, so Ash walked over with a heroic spirit.
"Hey, you're taking up two seats, make way."
The blue-skinned monster who was eating with his hands turned his head to look at him, then lowered his head to eat again.
"I am an ogre."
"Oh, and then? Even if you're an ogre you can't take up two positions—"
"Warning: You are trying to make a racist remark! This is forbidden! In the Blood Moon Kingdom, racial equality is the first principle! Please pay attention!"
Saying your butt takes up two places is racist
Ash wanted to swear, but couldn't because his words were stuck in his throat. He wanted to just turn the plate over, but he couldn't because his hands were frozen.
Under the control of the chip on the back of the neck, every prisoner is the most loyal follower of the law. When they do not violate any legal ethics, they have the greatest freedom, but as long as they touch the boundaries of legal ethics, even a word or a look, the invisible shackles will bind them tightly.
Suddenly, there was a pat on his shoulder, and a burly man next to him stood up with his plate, motioning for Ash to sit in this seat.
Ash thanked him and found that the burly man looked familiar, as if he had seen him in the Death Fight Club yesterday.
"Desmond." He introduced himself and glanced at the ogre and goblin at the same table with disgust. "I'm going to the Death Fight Club first. Come join me if you have the chance."
Hearing that they were from the Death Fighting Club, the others looked up at them and moved their butts a little further away. Ash sat down, listening to the ogre chewing like a tractor, watching the goblin opposite squatting on the chair eating crumbs everywhere, a strong desire to escape grew in his heart.
It's different from jailbreaking. The reason for jailbreaking is that he knows he will die if he stays there, while the reason for escaping is that he hates the environment.
The last time he had this feeling was when he met a stupid boss during his internship. If his colleagues were stupid, he could still resist and do something; but if his boss was stupid, he had no choice but to endure it, and he couldn't even resist verbally.
He can endure injustice and hardship, because endurance is for the purpose of not having to endure in the future.
But if the boss is an idiot, it means you have to endure it all the time. What's the point of working then? Overtime is overtime no matter where you work. You might as well say goodbye. The next boss will be more obedient.
The current situation is much more serious than the boss being stupid—the whole environment is stupid.
You are obviously very angry, but you can't say anything; you want to resist, but your body doesn't listen to you.
Ash suddenly had a flash of enlightenment.
He thought Broken Lake Prison really treated its prisoners well.
But in fact, locking up such a group of hated death row prisoners together, not allowing them to take any inappropriate actions, and making them rush to create value for the prison in order to escape the Blood Moon Trial is actually a form of mental torture.
Quench their anger.
Destroy their hopes.
Destroy their courage.
Destroy their backbone.
The seeds of despair, frustration, regret, fear, etc. will take root in their bodies until they are emaciated and collapse madly, appearing at the Blood Moon Trial as "perfect abusers" and meeting the tragic end they deserve.
Ash could also understand why there were so many people in the Death Fighting Club.
It is the only place where death row inmates can vent their anger, and it is the only dog hole in the prison where they can temporarily breathe fresh air.
It's like a garbage recycling station.
But what’s interesting is that people like Ash who can’t stand the environment are trash, while those death row inmates who can live leisurely and contentedly are the model prisoners of this prison.
After finishing his meal quickly, Ash hurried to where the garbage should go.
There was no death fight going on in the Death Fight Club. It was bright inside and Ash could see from afar that Ronald was lying in his boyfriend's arms.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Ash always felt that his boyfriend seemed a little thinner than yesterday.
No way, is it true that Ronaldo is the one who squeezes others dry
"Ash." Langna raised his hand and greeted him. "You're here so early. Did you just finish breakfast? Do you want to digest it first? Valcas hasn't arrived yet anyway."
Ash nodded and sat down at a random spot, and someone immediately sat next to him.
"Shillin Dole."
"who?"
Ash looked at Igula next to him with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
Igulla raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm not interested in inviting you to a fight to the death. I won't participate in any battle that I'm not sure of, nor will I waste time on something as worthless as face. I'm willing to accept the defeat with all my heart."
"You have a dirty mind when playing tactics like this. I don't trust you."
"Then let's dispense with the unnecessary prelude and proceed directly to the most ancient interaction between human beings—"
"mating?"
"Deal, deal!" Igula spoke clearly, as if he wanted to bite the words until they bleed: "Answer me a question, and I'll answer you a question."
"I don't have any questions for you."
"Really? Do you want to know why the elf Valkas took the initiative to challenge you?"
Elf
Ash was a little surprised in his heart, but it didn't show on his face.
"Okay, I'm a little curious, but how do I know you won't lie?"
"I don't know if you will lie to me." Igula smiled and said, "We are all taking the same risk."
"So what's the point of this deal?"
"Because I'm confident that I can tell if you're lying, and even if you're lying I can guess the truth. Likewise, you can—"
"I can't." Ash shook his head: "I don't read much, you will definitely lie to me."
Igula was choked, it seemed like the first time he saw someone so self-aware.
After a moment of silence, he said helplessly: "Then I will tell you the news directly, and you can judge whether this news is valuable. If it is, answer my question, okay?"
The tone sounded aggrieved, like the Sichuanese who agreed to the shabu-shabu... Yaxiu thought about it and felt that he would not be taken advantage of or fooled, so he nodded.
"Valkas Ur used to be a researcher at Kemen University. He was imprisoned for allegedly stealing important patented technology, raising a child without permission, and killing a colleague. Because of his elf identity, he was the only criminal who did not participate in the Blood Moon Trial during the month he was imprisoned. He has been in prison for five years and has never participated in a single Blood Moon Trial."
Ash sighed. He remembered that Langna said that every death row inmate must participate in the first Blood Moon Trial. In prison, this is called "going through the motions". Only by going through it can one be qualified to create value in Broken Lake Prison. If not, one will only be qualified to become fertilizer.
"Why was he able to escape the Blood Moon Trial? Because of his elf identity? Isn't it said that racial equality is the first principle of the Blood Moon Kingdom?"
“Racial equality is of course the first principle.”
Igula had a mysterious smile on his face.
“But some races are more equal than others.”
As expected, equality is a horizon, it exists everywhere, but it cannot be reached anywhere... Ash didn't lament about this, after all, he had just arrived not long ago and didn't know much about how to implement "racial equality" here.
"Then why did he challenge me?"
"This has to start with the crime he committed. Although stealing patented technology and killing colleagues are serious crimes, it is not serious enough to send him to Broken Lake Prison. His crime that really aroused the wrath of the upper echelons was that he raised a child privately!"
Ash was confused.
What the hell
“Why is raising a child secretly the worst crime?”
"Because it's not allowed. No one can raise a child privately."
Ash was becoming more and more confused.
"No one raised children, so you... then how did we grow up?"
"We all grew up in foster homes." Igula frowned tightly. "Socialized upbringing is the basic national policy of the Blood Moon Kingdom. Are you looking for trouble by asking this kind of question?"
Socialized upbringing
Ash tried his best to understand this unfamiliar word, "You mean, we are all raised by the country, and everyone is..."
He wanted to say 'an orphan without a father or a mother', but the words got stuck on his lips.
It wasn't the chip that stopped him this time.
But Ash simply couldn't find the words.
He tried his best to search Heath's head, but found that there was no word like "father" or "mother" in Heath's native language dictionary! The only word that could be related was "guardian"!
There is no stronger evidence than this.
Even the word "parents" does not exist, which is enough to prove that these two roles do not exist in the social relations of the Blood Moon Kingdom!
Wait, orphans raised in a social environment, a chip on the back of the neck that can control everyone's words and actions...
Ash suddenly felt a little afraid of the world outside the prison.
What kind of world have I traveled to