Chapter 201: South Third Zone of the Harm Area

After flying for several days, Sizar and his future little companions finally landed on a small, beautiful island. The island had lush green grass and was maintained like a dream paradise.

Like villagers entering a city, they looked around with curiosity. Sizar and the other prisoners widened their eyes and clicked their tongues in amazement. This was the so-called Divine Prison? The big iron gate clearly said “Mermaid Island Vacation and Leisure Park”! Looking again at the fairytale-like buildings around them, the bikini-clad girls running freely on the beach, and the massive amounts of free barbecue, Sizar felt full of confidence about the future!

It was only after entering the four-story main building that Sizar and the other prisoners realized something was wrong! Although they weren’t wearing prison uniforms, they all had handcuffs on their wrists! Why were the tourists ignoring them? Even when they saw the handcuffs, they didn’t seem surprised?

“This isn’t an ordinary vacation island!” a criminal who looked like an uncle analyzed beside Sizar.

“Right! Because this is the Divine Prison!” the monitor next to them pushed the uncle and said, “What are you standing around for? Go inside!”

The group entered the basement and went down in a special elevator. After descending about several hundred meters, the elevator stopped. The group continued forward and arrived at an underground research institute full of sci-fi style. It looked very much like the Umbrella Corporation’s Hive.

Thinking about it now, the vacation island above was probably just a disguise to deceive people. This small island was in the deep Blue Sea. This sea area was assigned to the Federation and was a place rarely visited by people. The Divine Prison was a relatively hidden high-level prison. It couldn’t be publicly advertised, otherwise there would be attacks on the prison. Since the prison frequently transported prisoners, it would attract attention. That’s why they specially renovated the island, disguising it as a vacation center.

All of the above was Sizar’s own imagination. As for the real situation, the days of guarding the Divine Prison were too monotonous and boring, so they renovated the surface of the island to create a comfortable working environment for the staff. As for attacking the prison? Who would dare attack a comprehensive high-level prison that had shares from both The Church and The Association?

Aside from the vacation center on top, the interior of the Divine Prison was an inverted pyramid shape, divided into three layers. The first layer was used to detain Affliction Level criminals and had the largest area. The second layer was used to manage Harm Rank criminals. The bottom layer belonged to the Calamity Level. Currently, the Divine Prison held over 2,400 Affliction Level criminals, 130 Harm Rank criminals, and two Calamity Level criminals.

After showering, disinfecting, checking teeth, undergoing physical examinations, verifying abilities, measuring physical strength… and a series of other checks, Sizar was taken to the records room. He began the long-awaited photo session!

Standing in front of the height measurement background, Sizar, now in a black and white striped uniform, tidied his golden long hair, wiped the water droplets from his forehead, and then revealed a bright smile. Holding his information board, he faced the photographer opposite him in his best condition. Exactly eight white teeth, no more, no less. Sizar was confident this was the best front-facing photo of his entire life!

Previously, he heard from Sister Mai that in the Hazard Investigation Assessment List, only those fugitives still at large would use everyday life photos, or portraits, or giant question marks for their wanted posters. But for those like him who were already imprisoned, they would use the latest photos.

Hearing this news, Sizar had prepared himself. After Snow’s education, he wasn’t ashamed of being on the Investigation List. Instead, he took pride in it. His teacher had been on it, his father had been on it, his cheap grandfather Monte had been on it too, and now it was his turn. How exciting! As Snow said, this was proof of one’s own value. What kind of evaluation you got showed what kind of value you had! Although he cheated to reach the Lowest Scourge rank this time, in a way, it also showed he had such potential.

He was about to be in the magazine! People all over the world could admire his style. Sizar naturally had to bring his best condition and leave behind his most handsome side! In the future, when he met other people in the same line of work, everyone would exclaim, “Are you that Lowest Scourge praised as the ‘Most Handsome in History’ with the ‘Sweetest Smile’?!!!”

Thinking of this, a smiling Sizar suddenly turned around, his golden long hair flowing loosely behind him. Click! The image was captured instantly! The photographer behind the camera had to nod; this was the most perfect profile photo he had ever taken in his life. It was clearly a prisoner photo, so why did it feel like an artistic portrait?!

By the way, among this batch of transported prisoners, only Sizar had the qualification to be on the Investigation List. The others, whether that Harm Rank criminal, or the other serious offenders, or those three broken Witches, weren’t qualified.

After leaving behind a set of “artistic photos,” Sizar cheerfully followed the prison guard to the item collection room and received his personal supplies.

Before saying goodbye, the angel sister Maysa reluctantly gave Sizar a bag of unfinished cake and a small statue of herself. This statue had several uses: Function one, within the Central Territory range, Sizar could pray to connect to the Heaven’s Condemnation Main Vein and call Maysa. If he got a response, he could have unlimited free phone calls to listen to Sister Mai’s teachings. Function two, with Sister Mai’s approval, Sizar could gain permission to draw part of the World Power from the Heaven’s Condemnation Main Vein. Through Material Transmission, he could create a lower-ranking Angel to fight for him. Function three, and the ability Sister Mai valued most, was that by studying the doctrines stored inside the statue, he could cultivate and reform his three views, striving to make him change into a saintly mother figure. When the transformation was complete, Sizar would become a qualified believer, and his soul could enter the Heaven’s Condemnation Main Vein to mobilize World Power, instead of being rejected.

Putting away the cake and the statue, Sizar sighed sadly. The Divine Prison was a special prison; there was no trace of World Vein inside it, and energy elements were suppressed to the minimum. This statue was just an ornament. If it weren’t for that, he would have gotten a free radio and could continuously get information about the continent through Sister Mai.

After collecting his personal items, Sizar also received two sets of changeable prison clothes, a towel, a toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, and one precious square fragrant soap!

Seeing the last item, Sizar jolted and finally recalled the dark jokes about prison showers. Thinking of those three Witches, this prison should be a mixed-gender type, right? It must be! Please don’t let any other strange things happen!

Trembling, Sizar followed the prison guard. He walked onto a different fork in the road than the others and eventually arrived in front of a black office door.

Why was this? Why did he separate from the main group? Did some high-ranking official here see his artistic photos and then take a liking to him? Preparing to… The more he thought, the more scared he became. Black blood vessels bulged on his arms. If the other party used force, he would definitely self-destruct all the Virus inside his body and play out an ultimate Demonic Transformation outbreak!

Pushing the door open, a young voice came from inside: “Ahem, you are Sizar?”

“Phew!” He let out a breath; seemed he overthought it?

“Huh? I’m asking you a question!”

Sizar looked up and saw a young man with blue hair wearing a special uniform. He was very young, probably in his early twenties. On his shoulder rested a giant slug, as thick as a forearm.

“Uh, I am Sizar!” The youth holding the soap stood there bewildered, looking utterly weak.

“Ah, what a hassle!” Seeing Sizar, the young man held his head with one hand, rested his face on the desk with a troubled expression, and sighed. The slug on his shoulder squirmed and wriggled onto his face, intimately rubbing against it. Sizar was creeped out just watching.

He often dealt with big slugs like this, but they were used for brewing medicine, which he either took himself or fed to the Undead. Such intimate contact, all sticky, was really disgusting! How similar was it to Lulu’s sticky Geoduck? This world really didn’t lack perverts!

“Um… Is there something wrong with me?” After an awkward few dozen seconds, seeing the other hadn’t reacted, Sizar pointed at himself and asked.

“Wrong? Very wrong! You’re just an ordinary Ability User, but you got a Harm Rank evaluation. If I put you in the Harm Rank prison block, you’d be dead in less than ten minutes! If you were just an ordinary person, it wouldn’t matter, but an Angel specifically asked me to look after you. I’m very troubled!” The blue-haired youth said sorrowfully.

“An Angel? Could it be Sister Mai?” Sizar wondered.

“Sister Mai? That mid-ranking little Angel who brought you here? You’re mistaken if you think that. The one in question has a big background; she’s a high-ranking Archangel!” The young man shook his head. The slug on his shoulder kept nodding its head.

“An Archangel? Could it be grandpa’s Steel Angel? No, that’s a Resonant Body, it’s no longer an Angel!” Sizar, who possessed a Resonant Body, understood very well that a Resonant Body only related to oneself. Although Camilla was a cat mummy, that was just its form. Even if she were blown up by a missile, as long as he didn’t die, she would still regenerate. He’d just need to make another cat mummy body for her to inhabit.

“Hey, what are you muttering about over there? I don’t know the identity of that Angel, but I have some clues. First, she’s female! Second, she holds a high position in The Church! If it weren’t for trying to get on The Church’s good side, I wouldn’t bother talking to a country bumpkin like you. Alright, let’s talk about something else.” The young man said with a bad attitude. But he couldn’t be blamed; anyone in his position wouldn’t calmly chat with a low-level prisoner.

Hearing the answer, Sizar felt overwhelmed. Who could be connected to him, have a big background, and besides his grandfather Augustine, only his young blood grandfather Monte remained. But one was of the Silver Bloodline, the other was of the Hell Sin Clan; neither had any connection to The Church. Sister Mai was just an ordinary clerical little Angel, not someone who seemed to have connections. Who was that Angel then? He was easily assigned to the Extermination Agency before, and now he was being looked after. Clearly, this person was connected! Who was it? Not a relative, not a friend, why were they being so good to him? Did he have something worth scheming for? The key and the Virus were already sold! Ugh, his head hurt so much!

“Um, I haven’t asked yet, what is your name, sir?” A confused Sizar smiled. Although he didn’t know when a high-ranking Archangel started watching over him, as long as it wasn’t a bad thing! Having connections meant he wouldn’t be assigned to pick up soap. His life was secure, his chrysanthemum was safe, he had no more desires in life, he could live out his remaining years in peace!

“Don’t smile so fake! I am Archmonde, the highest authority of this prison! Also the youngest and most promising warden in the history of the Divine Prison! Just call me Warden. I’m being this polite to you not because of you, but because of that Archangel behind you! Looking at your clueless, silly face, I know you understand nothing. Forget it. Just remember to behave and don’t cause trouble. I’ll guarantee you don’t die, and might even give you a chance to get out!” Archmonde completely ignored Sizar and just kept talking.

“Get out?!” Sizar’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help but ask.

“Huh? Stop interrupting. You’ll understand after you go in. In short, remember this: the lower levels of the Divine Prison are chaotic. Everything depends on strength. A weakling like you at the Affliction Level entering the Harm Area is no different from a hen falling into a wolf den. You should know, among the 130-plus people in the Harm Area, twenty are on the Disaster Investigation List. Those monsters are no joke.” Archmonde sighed, full of sorrow. It seemed his daily work made him very weary and haggard. But being able to show such an expression, what level was his strength at?

“Then what should I do?” Hearing the introduction, Sizar felt a chill in his chrysanthemum area, feeling like doomsday was coming.

“Only sending you to the South Third Zone will do!” Archmonde said softly, then asked, “The records say you’re a technical talent type? You were classified into the Harm Rank because you developed some kind of Virus that caused a bad impact?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Sizar nodded.

“That makes it easier. I’ll assign you to the South Third Zone. That’s the safest place in the Second Layer of the Divine Prison. The guests inside have good tempers. Also, there are three mad scientists there. They are usually very quiet, dislike fighting, and don’t like evil-type thugs. When I usually encounter those troublesome criminals who don’t obey, I send them into the South Third Zone. The next day, I collect their corpses and sell them to my Necromancer friends. Um, did you understand?” Archmonde looked at Sizar and showed a kind smile.

“Eek…” The slug raised its head and made a strange sound. It seemed excited hearing about dead people?

“Uh… Why does that sound even more dangerous?” Sizar forced a smile uglier than crying.

“You don’t get it! First, you’re weak, you can’t cause trouble, nobody cares about you. Second, you’re young, and you look decent, not like a bad person. As long as you act obediently, nobody will target you. Finally, you’re not illiterate, you know some stuff, and are qualified to act as an assistant to those three weirdos. They’ve been complaining for a long time about lacking help. But how many of those who enter the Divine Prison are into research? No more nonsense. Anyway, I believe in you; you can do it! Remember, if you don’t die, you must remember my kindness, and say a few good words about me to that Angel!” Archmonde stared fiercely at Sizar and said.

“Yes, yes, yes! I will definitely speak highly of you, sir!” Sizar quickly nodded. His Mid-stage Calamity level in the Central Territory might count as somebody, but in the Divine Prison, he was just a minor soldier, at best an elite minor soldier.

“Alright, lackey outside the door, come in and take him to the South Third Zone of the Harm Area.” Archmonde slammed the desk hard, making a loud noise, then shouted.

The door quickly opened. The prison guard, called a “lackey,” expressionlessly took Sizar away. They took the elevator down.

A light humming sound came from inside the elevator. The prison guard didn’t say a word. A sense of despair enveloped Sizar. What exactly was the South Third Zone like? Why did he say I look decent? Does even the harmonious South Third Zone have unwritten rules?

Looking at the fragrant soap in his hand, Sizar suddenly regretted making such a big deal. Being the Lowest Scourge didn’t seem like a good thing either?