Chapter 203: Conflict, Eruption, Rampage?

Chapter 203: Conflict, Eruption, Rampage?

After the guards left, only Sizar and the Great Demon King of flesh remained in the empty cell, staring at each other from a distance.

Sizar stood nervously by the door. The crystal door was locked from the outside by the guards, impossible to open. He hesitated, wondering if he should greet the “older brother” first, proactively show respect? Or wait to be called by the big guy?

In the center of the room, the lump of flesh simply sitting there was already two meters tall, two meters wide, and two meters thick. The enormous figure kept its head down, murmuring something, seemingly unmoved. It sounded like: “It’s just one slipper! Just one slipper!”

A low rumbling sounded as the alloy prison door slowly descended. Inside the South Third Zone, silence reclaimed the air, thick and heavy.

Cell Right 1 was still curtained off, impossible to see what was happening inside. Opposite in Left 1, the muscular bald man secretly glanced at Sizar, then curled into a ball and covered his ears with his hands. The gentleman directly across put down his teacup, lifting his head with evident interest to watch the scene unfolding opposite him. The uniformed man in Right 3 still pretended to sleep. The garbage pile remained a garbage pile. The grandpa continued his exercise, undisturbed by external events. Mechanical Grandpa kept repairing machinery…

Finally, the massive fatty raised his head, revealing a face entirely composed of folds of fat. His neck alone seemed to bear three cascading chins! The sight was impactful, reminding Sizar of the meatball “Rufus” from the Earth fighting game Street Fighter.

Hua-sheng’s beady eyes, like tiny peanuts, locked onto the bag in Sizar’s hand as he sniffed greedily. “Little runt. Got food?”

“Uh, yes!” Sizar offered a shy smile. It seemed like a decent start. Food could boost favorability, right?

“Hand it over!” Huasheng ignored the pleasantries, demanding impatiently.

“Here!” Stepping forward, Sizar pulled out a cake Sister Mai had left him and offered it to the big man.

Grab. Open mouth. Gulp down. Huasheng seemed ignited, eyes fixed fiercely on Sizar. “More! All of it!”

Sizar took a deep breath, suppressing his annoyance. “Umm, mind if I keep one piece?”

Sizar had wanted to make a good first impression, but this fatty seemed utterly lacking in grace, demanding things like a bully during a robbery. He wasn’t hungry himself and was happy to share food with a cellmate to build rapport. However, these cakes represented Sister Mai’s heartfelt care. He felt he should eat at least one, rather than kowtow and give away everything like a scared grandkid. Considering the other was a Harm Rank powerhouse, Sizar held back his temper, opting for a polite request. Sadly, it seemed ineffective.

Hua-sheng completely ignored the small, frail boy opposite him. His gigantic, flabby hand moved with surprisingly agility through the air, snatching the whole bag. Sizar barely had time to react.

“Mmmph, gulp-gulp…” Opening the bag, Huasheng greedily gobbled down every cake in seconds. Still unsatisfied, he then pulled out a tube of toothpaste, snapped off the cap, and squeezed the entire contents into his mouth. Next, he consumed the pungent, perfumed soap Sizar found most repulsive. Only Sister Mai’s Empress Villa gift – the Demon Fly nest – was ignored due to its crude, unappealing appearance.

When Huasheng produced the Angel Divine Statue Sister Mai had gifted Sizar and made to swallow it too, Sizar could bear it no longer. “Stop!” he growled, voice low. “Fat pig! Give me back that statue!”

“Hmm?” Huasheng looked up, his small eyes focusing directly on Sizar now, radiating pure savagery.

He considered himself a relatively “reasonable” man. He didn’t intend to bully newcomers outright, nor did he harbor unsavory desires like certain “prison rules.” But Sizar was carrying treasures without the corresponding power. Naturally, they had to be surrendered. Besides, this was the Divine Prison. Teaching new arrivals a harsh lesson, establishing dominance? That was the expected way!

Seeing none of the surrounding prisoners make any move to intervene, Huasheng felt emboldened. Yes, indeed! Clueless newcomers needed education!

A single powerful backhand sent Sizar flying, slamming him into the wall. Huasheng spoke again. “Little insect. Hand over that belt and your shoes. I’ll forgive your rudeness. As for this thing… smells delicious. It’s mine now!”

His thick fingers squeezed. Fine cracks instantly appeared upon Sister Mai’s statue. It seemed moments away from shattering. Sizar saw red.

He didn’t comprehend the fiend’s demand for his shoes, but being ordered to remove his belt evoked terrible connotations. This was the Divine Prison, not some harmonious city. Morality held no power here; only fists did. Sizar stopped suppressing it. The virus within him erupted violently.

Muscles contracted and surged. Snake-like scales tore through his skin. He accelerated towards Huasheng, moving with impossible speed.

Razor-sharp fingernails shot from his fingertips. A faint green mist coiled around his hands. Sizar brought his fingers together like a knife and thrust towards Huasheng’s body.

Hua-sheng flicked the statue into the air with his left thumb while catching it easily in his right fist. At the same time, his freed left arm moved casually sideways to intercept Sizar’s charge. His hand, bloated like a balloon, opened its fingers fully – it was easily half the size of Sizar’s entire body.

“Die!” The virus inside Sizar grew viciously stronger, turning his arm pitch black. Sizar poured his full strength into the Evil Fist technique. His hand-knife, wreathed in cutting energy, plunged easily into the center of Huasheng’s enormous palm.

Only when half his forearm was embedded did Sizar realize something was wrong. He hadn’t pierced through the flesh; rather, it was like stabbing into deep, yielding rubber. Huasheng’s giant hand closed tightly around Sizar’s weaponized limb, absorbing the force completely, showing no damage.

Sizar felt his arm utterly immobilized. Huasheng clenched his fist harder. SNAP.

Bones shattered.

Sizar let out a cold grunt. His right arm suddenly went limp, vibrating strangely. He yanked it back violently. His arm slithered out of the crushing grip like a liquid ribbon, leaving visible wave patterns rippling down its length. The Spine Fin Style transformation had made his bones exceptionally tough, incredibly elastic, and resistant to snapping. His joints allowed impossible dislocation, stretching, and rotational torsion.

Seeing Sizar emerge unscathed, Huasheng tossed the statue aside dismissively. He brought both palms together like an enormous fly-swatter and slammed them down towards Sizar.

Sizar’s shoes shredded into ribbons from the sharp energy discharge. Barefoot, he accelerated like a serpent, tracing an impossible S-shaped path. Afterimages blurred as his real form dodged the crashing palms entirely and launched himself directly at Huasheng’s head.

Sizar’s arm scales stood rigid. Both arms softened simultaneously, snaking around Huasheng’s thick neck, coiling multiple times like constricting snakes.

The next instant, Sizar, crouching on Huasheng’s broad back with both feet planted on the giant’s shoulders, pulled back violently with his coiled arms. “EVIL SERPENT! TWIN WHITE SCALE SAWS!”

Blood sprayed. His arms sawed at blinding speeds, leaving deep, spiraling cuts around Huasheng’s neck. Flesh peeled away in ribbons – not a single inch of skin remained intact below his jawline.

The bleeding stopped almost instantly. Sizar’s finishing move had wounded Huasheng, but only surface-deep. As Sizar prepared to leap away from the fatty’s back, his feet felt plunged into soft, sucking quicksand. He could find no purchase to jump.

His feet were trapped deep in fatty layers. Huasheng flexed his shoulders powerfully, clamping down on Sizar like a vise. He then swung one massive arm behind his back and grasped Sizar tightly.

“You DIE! FAT HAND SEAL!” The giant palm, already dwarfing Sizar’s entire torso, ballooned monstrously larger still.

BOOM!

Nearby cells trembled violently. Furniture inside rattled. Objects on tables lifted momentarily, defying gravity.

Crash! As everything crashed back down to reality, Huasheng withdrew his hand. Embedded deep within the metal alloy floor lay Sizar, unmoving. A giant, five-fingered imprint remained indented into the metal.

“Annoying fly!” Plucking the statue from the ground, Huasheng rubbed his neck. White fat oozed from the horrific wounds, sealing the raw flesh instantly. Within moments, the injuries were completely gone.

Trapped within the floor, Sizar lay unconscious. His breathing grew increasingly ragged, mouth emitting wet, rasping gasps… “Haa… heh… haa… heh.” It sounded strangely like desperate panting mixed with hysterical laughter. Blackish-green Death Qi surged violently out of his nostrils, mouth, tear ducts, ears… pores all over his body erupted like geysers.

This deep, dark green Death Qi was the purest power within Sizar – the Death Energy Elsa had refined and imprinted with deadly toxicity. Its raw potency and sheer volume vastly exceeded anything a Mid-stage Calamity rank should possess.

“Hmm?” Ready to finally consume the statue, Huasheng stopped and turned his head, confusion etched on his face as he stared at the now “smoking” Sizar. He pondered deeply.

Taking a blow like that, any Calamity-rank fiend should have ruptured entirely, reduced to unconscious pulp. Sizar surviving at all spoke volumes about his freakish resilience. But this ominous green smoke? The purity of that energy rivaled his own! Was this kid one of those freaks?

The established power hierarchy on Ceylon Continent? A mere rough framework cobbled together from countless observations, applicable to most Ability Users, neither flawless nor absolute. In a world brimming with cheaters, monsters always existed – freaks with unnatural gifts who could dominate their own tier and slay beings above.

Take Morgan, the “Shadow Body”. Given a chance to appropriate a Harm Rank organ compatible with their frame, such freaks could eliminate Harm Rank threats even as fresh-faced trainees. Sizar, blessed with a Sin Mark, four distinct Talents, and multiple inheritances? A definite cheater, albeit likely a minor one near the bottom. Huasheng’s suspicions were entirely justified.

By now, the cell was thick with swirling dark-green Death Qi, visibility severely reduced. Huasheng waved a massive hand, trying vainly to disperse the fog around him. He decided Sizar needed one more decisive blow – a thorough trouncing to neutralize the bizarre threat this child presented. As to whether Sizar lived or died afterwards? That he’d leave to fate.

Just as Huasheng raised his gargantuan hand again for the finishing strike, the uniformed man in the neighboring cell, Right 3, finally spoke. “That’s enough!”

Hua-sheng hesitated, yet his hand remained poised. This runt was growing stranger by the second. More dangerous!

In the split second Huasheng prepared to strike, the prone figure on the ground erupted with terrifying force.

An overwhelming flood of Death Qi blasted outwards from Sizar’s being, engulfing his form completely.

The curtain in neighboring Right 1 twitched open briefly. The gentleman across the hall rubbed his eyes. Em in Right 3 snapped fully awake, lifting his head. Yet Cell Right 2 was submerged into an impenetrable, glowing sea of emerald nothingness. Visibility was zero.

Inside his own cell, Huasheng wildly swept his arms, futilely trying to disperse the thick clouds of toxic Death Qi choking the air. Squinting towards the epicenter, he could barely make out the silhouette of a figure emerging within the haze. Taller than before. Immeasurably taller. The aura radiating from it was infinitely more terrifying. It was unmistakably Harm Rank! Harm lower tier perhaps in raw energy volume, yet the sheer predatory threat emanating from it felt like Harm upper tier!

On the other side, Sizar opened his eyes again. Yet the sensation was profoundly, unsettlingly wrong.

It felt like observing someone else play a video game – locked into a first-person view, yet possessing zero control over the character’s movements. As if a separate consciousness entirely wrested command. His thoughts? His awareness? Entirely his own. He could feel every twitch, every flow of blood, every surge of dark power crackling through his bones. Yet simultaneously, he felt detached. Elevated. Able to think independently, untethered from the flesh puppet executing actions below his mental gaze.

In short, he could not control his own body. He could only follow the gaze, listen to sounds the ears captured, sense movements muscles performed. He could not intervene. Could not speak. Couldn’t even shift his gaze. Yet his mind? It remained his sanctuary, capable of disengaged, pure thought.

His body was being controlled!

Pure horror, raw and ungovernable, seized Sizar’s mind.

Yet simultaneously… he felt an overwhelming, unstoppable tide of fierce, manic joy flood his soul. His very spirit trembled on the verge of boiling over! Because he heard… a familiar voice. Belonging to the usurper controlling his body.

“Dare lay a finger on my Little Cheeky? Looking to DIE, FATSO?!”