Heroes' Prison

Chapter 640 - 615 Mural

This battleship is the very first in the world developed by the Martial Arts Guild, with actual combat power—not like deep-sea battleships that only possess pure sailing and transport functions—its greater purpose is for war. The cannons on both sides of this ship can fire powerful magic cannons, surpassing the category of mere equipment as they belong to the machinery of war.

At this moment, at the bow of the ship stands a man clad in white samurai robes. With his hands behind his back, he watches the battleship cut through the waves under the silver moonlight in the Sea of Moonlight, as if he, too, flies above the waves.

Behind him stand one hundred figures in neat rows, all elite masters from the Martial Arts Guild, their silent silhouettes bearing an air of desolation.

"This time, we must be cautious," said Miyamoto Musashi as he slowly turned to face the hundred shadows, instructing them, "We will act strictly according to the plan. The first step is to take hostages. Each of you must fulfill your task. With your strength and the potions I’ve distributed to you, taking these people won’t be difficult."

"Yes!" came the uniform response from the hundred people.

Miyamoto Musashi nodded indifferently, continuing, "The second step of the plan is to assassinate some top players from the Hero’s Continent. Be careful not to trigger War Mode, or your movements will easily be exposed. The third step is that once the players of Hero’s Continent start a collective pursuit, remember not to engage in prolonged combat, immediately return to the ship. After we bombard the ports of these guilds on Hero’s Continent, we will immediately set sail for home. At that time, the masters from Hero’s Continent must come to our Land of Dongying to save the hostages, and we will have the home field advantage. Then we can properly measure our strength against theirs."

Having said this, Miyamoto Musashi closed his eyes and smiled faintly, seemingly imagining the scene of a triumphant return.

Meanwhile, at the port that the battleship had just left, a woman stood quietly by the sea. The sea breeze blew her long hair back, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. She gazed towards the east as if looking at the stretch of Hero’s Continent and murmured to herself, "You must be careful!"

This woman was none other than Zhitian Shi, left by Miyamoto Musashi to preside over the larger situation. But that sentence she just uttered, it was unclear whom she was addressing.

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A new day dawned, the morning sun leapt from the Pacific Ocean and into an island, where the heavily surrounded Rose Prison was located. An array of ceaseless defense measures separated it firmly from the outside world, but no matter the degree of isolation, they could not keep out the sunlight.

The morning sun filtered through the prison cell window, shining on the slumbering face of Huang Yi. His eyelids twitched, and he awoke. For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the days before his imprisonment, when he could travel to any place in the world just by stepping out the door.

In the blink of an eye, he had been deprived of his freedom for several years, his dreams of being released growing even more urgent. Without that ring, he didn’t know how he would spend the rest of his life.

Next, Huang Yi immediately got up, washed up, had breakfast in the cafeteria, and then went back to his cell early to go online and check the forum.

"One of the leading American players, Kid, was involved in a car accident and has temporarily passed away. His family has announced that they will try every means to perform a resurrection operation on Kid! Famous American experts such as Pope and Dante have expressed their deep condolences."

Today’s headline on the forum was enough to shock the world!

Kid was a renowned veteran player of the United States, on par with Pope as one of the nation’s two leaders. It was unexpected that such a celebrity would encounter a car accident and temporarily die!

If this were over a hundred years ago, then Kid would be truly dead. But with the technological explosion of the Era of Corporation, the technology to bring the dead back to life was no longer a fantasy. Decades ago, the Era of Corporation had already developed a drug called "Rebirth Hormone," and since then, humanity had entered a new era. As long as someone did not die from the aging of their bodily functions but from an accident, and if their body was well preserved, even if they were brain dead, they could still be brought back to life.

Someone like Kid, who died in a car accident but still had normal bodily functions and a well-preserved body, was deemed very likely to be revived with the current medical technology.

However, the operation was too complex and too costly to have become widespread. Only a few hospitals under the Era of Corporation could perform such operations, and the annual slots were very limited, with most people unable to benefit from them. It was uncertain whether Kid would have a chance to be revived.

Afterwards, Huang Yi browsed other posts to catch up on the world’s major events of the day before he entered The Second World.

He had logged off last night at the top floor of City Hall, so now he reappeared here. The moment he did, he felt a soft little body in his arms and, looking down, saw that it was Xiao Chunzi.

At this moment, she was holding a bouquet of flowers, tilting her little head back with her twin ponytails swinging to and fro, her big eyes twinkling as she stared at Huang Yi, and said in a sweet voice, "Brother, happy birthday to you!"

"How did you know today is my birthday?" Huang Yi was momentarily taken aback. If Xiao Chunzi hadn’t spoken these words, he would have almost forgotten that today was his own birthday.

"I told her," Qin Shiyu said as she came over with her long, snow-white legs moving gracefully. A captivating smile flashed across her stunning face, revealing a vast expanse of snow-white skin at her chest, forming a seductive cleavage that looked especially enticing in the golden morning sun.

Huang Yi patted Xiao Chunzi’s head and accepted the flowers she was offering. He then turned to look at Qin Shiyu and, opening his hands, said, "Then where’s your birthday gift?"

"Follow me!" Qin Shiyu said, blinking flirtatiously at Huang Yi before turning around and sashaying out of the City Hall with her enticing waistline.

Huang Yi took Xiao Chunzi’s hand and immediately followed.

Qin Shiyu led Huang Yi and Xiao Chunzi away from the City Hall, through the streets and alleys of Dragon City. Her sexy and charming figure was like a magnet, attracting the gazes of countless players along the way.

In fact, Qin Shiyu was a very traditional and innocent person at heart, just that she had been trained by the organization since childhood to be a peerless enchantress. In everyday life, every move she made oozed charm, even Huang Yi, a man of strong will, would feel a surge of lust upon seeing her. This was also Qin Shiyu’s weapon, sometimes the enemies that Huang Yi needed to kill by any means possible, Qin Shiyu could seduce successfully in one go, with almost no effort.

After walking for quite some time, Qin Shiyu arrived in front of a plaza and finally stopped. She extended her jade arm to point ahead, turned her head to Huang Yi, and winked, saying, "This is the birthday present I’m giving you!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Yi immediately looked up. In front of the plaza stood a grand and majestic building. This building resembled the Parthenon Temple in Greece, supported entirely by huge stone pillars, surrounded by layers of stone steps, with rough patterns carved on those pillars, giving off an ancient yet grand feeling.

"What is this?" Huang Yi was a bit surprised. Although this building was in Dragon City, Dragon City was too vast for him to have explored every corner, and this building he had never seen before—it seemed to be a newly constructed edifice.

"You’ll know when you go inside," Qin Shiyu said and continued forward, leading Huang Yi and Xiao Chunzi up the steps surrounding the building, eventually entering the interior of the structure.

As soon as they walked in, Huang Yi felt an atmosphere of solemnity, as if they were in the presence of some deity that must not be defiled. The interior decor resembled that of a Christian church, with a high, dome-shaped ceiling decorated with exquisite chandeliers, marble walls inlaid with colored glass windows between which were paintings on the wall, and thick red carpets spread on the floor.

"Hmm? Brother, isn’t that you in the wall painting?" Right then, Xiao Chunzi seemed to discover something and immediately pointed at one of the paintings.

Huang Yi immediately turned his head to look at the wall painting. In the painting, a young man who looked exactly like Huang Yi carried a woman on his back, wielding a huge hammer, pointing angrily at the sky with a charging posture. Behind him was an endless sea of people following the young man in a charge. And in front of the young man was an infinite Skeleton Ocean...

The entire painting conveyed a tragic atmosphere, so lifelike that it seemed as if an epic battle was captured within this small painting, eternalized for all time in a way that it could always be remembered. This painting, if brought to the real world, would be no less than any world-famous artwork and would undoubtedly fetch an astronomical price at auction.

"Isn’t this the scene of me leading you to escape from Dragon City?" Huang Yi, seeing the painting, turned to Qin Shiyu and asked in shock.

"Yes! All the wall paintings here portray you," Qin Shiyu replied with a slight smile, gesturing towards all the paintings.

Huang Yi immediately looked at them, his gaze sweeping over each painting. Indeed, each painting on the wall depicted him, each one a grand deed he had achieved, like slaying the Celestial Realm Experts, Half-Beastmen Man Tian, welcoming the arrival of Demigod Powerhouse Divine Marksman Ica, and going toe-to-toe with the War Mode leader of five thousand people, Master of War, among others. These deeds were artistically processed, rendered into epics, turned into quaint wall paintings, like miracles that occurred during the Age of the Pantheons, for posterity to look up to.

"Hmm? Brother, look!" Just then, Xiao Chunzi seemed to find something astonishing, her little face turning blank as she immediately pointed ahead.

Huang Yi immediately turned his head to look, and the next moment, he too was stunned. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Starting Point (qidian.com) to cast Recommendation Tickets, Monthly Tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)