Sorcerer’s Handbook

Chapter 91: Countdown to jailbreak

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"If you've been hurt enough, use your hands to cut it open quickly, yesterday's curse. When night falls and day comes, only scars remain..."

As the wake-up song sounded, the prison entered free activity time and the door signals of all dormitories turned from red to green.

Ash arrived at the central hall and saw the light screen reporting the weather: "... The meteorologist announced that the weather will turn from cloudy to sunny on April 21st. The Goblin pregnancy rate will increase significantly today..."

Death row prisoners were coming in and out of the restaurant as usual. When Ash came in, many people took the initiative to greet him, and their attitudes were quite respectful. Having won two death duels in a row and survived the Blood Moon Trial, the 'evil' Ash was already regarded by the prisoners as another strong man who could spend the rest of his life in prison.

As soon as Ash sat down, Igula sat opposite him. They looked at each other without saying a word, finished their breakfast quietly, and then went to the top floor sea-viewing terrace, where Langna and Ronald were waiting for them.

Except for those who wanted to observe the sea conditions, no one would come to the rooftop to bask in the sun early in the morning. There were only four of them on the rooftop, so Igula asked directly, "Are you ready for the miracle?"

Ash clenched his fists, closed his eyes and recalled the feeling of resonance with the magic spirit, and exhaled softly: "All I can say is, do your best."

After many days of running-in and practicing in the virtual world, Ash has mastered the "Kill Me" miracle, and even successfully cast the "Kill Me" miracle for free in the virtual world without spending any mana. But he can't guarantee that he can cast miracles 100%, after all, the difference between reality and the virtual world may be as big as the difference between a restaurant and a toilet.

Igula nodded without comment and looked at Langna and Ronald: "After being locked up here for so long, can you still remember how a magician fights? If there is any problem later, it will be up to you to solve it."

"I've only been in jail for less than a month, no problem."

After two days of not seeing each other, Ronald looked even more haggard. He was not physically thin, but his energy and spirit were obviously declining. In Ash's words, he looked like a programmer who worked 15 hours a day for a month and ate, slept and ate in the company.

But his deep voice was filled with indescribable life force, there seemed to be light in his pupils, a fire seemed to be burning in his heart, and his rotten body seemed to be nurturing a life that would be reborn from the ashes.

So Ash became even more worried.

Generally speaking, ordinary people call this situation - the last flicker of life.

But as long as he can survive today... Ash's thoughts were filled with the coldness of a capitalist who takes advantage of temporary workers and then abandons them.

"I've been here for several years, so I'm not sure if I can recover my previous strength." Langna said, "But I'm a fist and claw magician, and I don't neglect my fighting skills. Even if I can't use a miracle, just being able to activate the magic spirit is enough to allow me to reach 70% of my previous strength."

Among physical magicians, especially those without weapons such as fist and claw magicians, most of them possess magic spirits that can enhance their physical fitness.

After all, fighting in reality doesn't follow rules. Others will not stop using weapons just because you only use your fists. On the contrary, they will only use weapons that are more targeted at you to beat you. Therefore, unarmed warriors must have magical spirits that can make up for the difference in weapons, either to enhance defense or to speed up movement.

And Langna is a Moonshadow Werewolf. After the transformation, his physical fitness will be greatly improved. With the help of magic spirit, his combat power in a narrow and dark environment is probably the strongest in the team.

"The transport ship usually arrives in the morning, escorts the prisoners and moves the supplies, and then returns to the Broken Lake Port in Kaimeng City." Igula said, "But there is a detail - the crew of the transport ship and the blood-crazy hunters will go to the restaurant for dinner in two batches."

"There is a rule during the training of the Blood Crazy Hunters that the dining time cannot exceed 5 minutes. Adding the time of going to and from the restaurant, we can assume that when the second group of Blood Crazy Hunters appeared at the restaurant, there were less than ten minutes left before they could return."

"That is to say, when the second group of blood-crazed hunters enter the restaurant, it will be our signal to act. We must purify the chip within ten minutes, change into the medical technician's crow suit, and then board the transport ship directly with the medical technician's authority."

"do you understand?"

The whole plan was very rough and urgent. If there was a mistake in any link, the whole plan would fail, and many links depended on luck. But in this Broken Lake Prison with almost no loopholes, Igula was able to come up with a theoretically feasible plan. Ash and others admired him very much and nodded in appreciation.

"In that case, then each of you should make final mental preparations and meet up at the restaurant for lunch in advance."

Igula looked at Ash and said, "Ash, this is your last chance to regret. It's not that you don't have the ability to survive in this prison. Perhaps you can take a less dangerous path."

Ronald and Langna also looked at Ash. They all knew that Igula actually had no strong desire to escape from prison, and they didn't know how Igula, who always controlled others, was controlled by Ash.

"I cannot go gentle into that good night," Ash said.

Igula nodded thoughtfully: "You mean your dignity cannot tolerate you living in disgrace?"

"No, what I mean is that if I continue to stay here, I will definitely be selected for the Blood Moon Trial every time. If I don't run, I will die."

"Even after being in prison, you still have to worry about retaliation from others. Shouldn't you reflect on your past actions?"

Seeing that Ash was determined, Igula gave up his last bit of hope, waved goodbye and left first - he had to take a bath to calm down.

It was still an hour or two before noon, and Ash didn't know what to do. He had already mastered the three spells of Substitute, Heart Sword, and Flow, and could activate them at any time. But he didn't dare to practice the miracle blindly, because the "Kill Me" miracle required a specific target as the casting object. If Ash accidentally purified someone else's chip and set off the prison's alert in advance, he would be ridiculed to death by Igula.

Wandering around aimlessly, Ash unknowingly arrived at the most familiar Death Fighting Club.

He had an idea, and instead of entering the Death Fighting Club, he found a dim entrance behind the club. The sounds around him suddenly became very distant, and the entrance was a heavy black iron door, with a dangerous atmosphere everywhere: "If you are afraid of death, don't enter this door."

This is the treatment room.

Ash pushed the door open and the medical technician on duty at the front desk glanced at him and said, "Go to treatment room number one. Your dedicated medical technician will come to see you."

He hadn't even taken out the number plate 222 yet, so how did the other party know who his exclusive medical practitioner was? Although it was a bit strange, Ash didn't think much about it and walked straight into Treatment Room No. 1.

The medical technician on duty looked at his departing back and chuckled under his crow mask: "Be proud of your future."

After waiting in the treatment room for a while, Medical Technician 222 opened the side door and came in. He threw an apple at Ash: "Where are you hurt?"

Ash took the apple and started eating it without wiping it, saying, "I'm not hurt."

"Why are you here if you're not injured? Although I hope you're here for cosmetic surgery, you were so resistant before, and I don't think you'll be able to correct your timid aesthetic sense in a short time, so you should be here..." The medical doctor folded his hands and reasoned, "For biological transformation?"

Ash was speechless: "Are you overestimating my courage?"

"Biological modification doesn't require any courage. Biological modification is a trend now. Changing a hand, a foot, an eye, etc. is all very normal!" The medical doctor said in surprise: "Are you a fundamentalist nudist? A diehard who resolutely resists new technology?"

"What's wrong with your original body? Why do you want to change it?"

"Because it's not good enough! Don't you want to be faster, stronger, have better eyesight and sharper hearing?"

"I think my body is good enough now—"

"You can also modify your genitals to enhance your ability to sustain and feel pleasure during intercourse."

Ash's eyes shone: "Next time I have a chance, I will consult you about the profoundness of biological modification."

"Although I'm glad that you're interested in biological modification, I think your genitals may never be useful in your lifetime..."

"Everyone said that I would definitely escape from here someday! I will definitely be free again!"

"Even with your unrealistic premise, I still don't intend to change my conclusion... Unless you are willing to undergo my beauty transformation surgery! Consider it!"

"It's not that I don't believe in the power of handsome men, it's just that I don't trust you."

"cut."

The medical technician pouted and sat beside the bed, asking curiously, "Then you have nothing wrong, why are you here in the treatment room? This is the first time you have come to the treatment room on your own initiative!"

Indeed, Ash had always been carried in before, but this was the first time he walked in on his own initiative.

"I came here... to chat with you." Ash spread his hands: "After all, a death row inmate like me doesn't have much free time."

"But I'm not idle! You think I'm you? I'm very busy, researching surgical procedures, learning new knowledge, and writing research papers..." The medical doctor put his hands on his hips: "I don't have that much time to chat with you! Forget it this time, but don't do this next time!"

Even though her voice was masked by the crow mask, Ash could tell that she seemed quite happy.

As expected, workers in any world have a strong desire to slack off, and the happiest thing when slacking off is to gossip with others.

After the medical technician finished happily telling her happy news like 'the senior who had always targeted her was kicked out for stealing', 'I've been very lucky in the virtual world recently', 'I had a double yolk egg for breakfast today', Ash suddenly changed the subject.

"Hey, I suddenly found that you are quite good-looking."

"Ah?" The medical doctor was startled. "Yes, really? Actually, it's not that pretty. What do you think is pretty?"

"Your clothes look nice." Ash said, "So can you take them off and give them to me?"

It took the medic a full five seconds to realize what bullshit Ash had just said.

When she turned around, opened the toolbox, and carefully selected a scalpel, Ash suddenly felt something was wrong - the man in front of her was a ruthless person who could dissect him, sew him back together, and gain some healing experience at the same time!

"222, I don't have much time left."