Heroes' Prison

Chapter 737 - 703

"Huh? What are you guys playing with?" Just at that moment, a crisp voice of a young girl came from outside the bathroom.

Yue Yue suddenly got scared and quickly withdrew her hand, splashing some water droplets onto the floor, looking nervous with a flushed face as if she had done something wrong.

"Xiang Xiang, Xi Xi, you’re online, come and play with this little kitten!" Haitang turned her head to look outside and greeted the person outside.

"Ah? A kitten? Where! Where!" The girl’s voice rapidly approached, tinged with a hint of excitement.

Soon, a young girl appeared at the bathroom doorway.

This girl was dressed in a pink dress, petite and exquisite, with her hair tied in twin ponytails, her large eyes brimming with spiritual energy, just like the pretty girls from anime. She looked around, apparently in search of the kitten.

"It’s just a kitten, what’s the big fuss!" At that moment, another girl’s laid-back voice sounded, and another girl appeared at the doorway. She had neat shoulder-length hair and a clean-cut look, with her hands in her pockets, casual as if she was a boy.

"So cute!" Xiang Xiang finally saw Huang Yi in the basin, blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering. She came over at once, squatted down, and gently touched his head, "What’s its name?"

"Uh... You’ll have to ask Yue Yue about that, it was her who brought it back," Haitang said, looking towards Yue Yue.

At that moment, Yue Yue was still looking down, her face so red she couldn’t lift her head, and stammered, "I haven’t named it yet! I don’t know."

"Then I’ll name it!" Haitang pursed her lips, thought for a moment, her eyes suddenly lit up as if even her black-framed glasses sparkled, and said, "How about we name it after my idol? What do you guys think?"

"Instakill?" Xiang Xiang blurted out two words, slightly frowning her delicate brows.

Huang Yi shuddered in fright, worried that his identity had been seen through!

"But, this kitten is so cute, the name doesn’t suit it at all!" Xiang Xiang looked at Huang Yi from side to side, sizing up his small figure.

"No matter, that’s the name!" Haitang seemed to have made up her mind, nodding her head like a rattle-drum, somewhat willfully.

She looked at Huang Yi, smiling and said, "Instakill, I’m your fan! Come, let’s shake hands!" As she spoke, she pinched Huang Yi’s little paw.

Haitang introduced softly to Huang Yi, "Instakill, let me introduce a few sisters to you. My name is Yixi Haitang; the sister who brought you back is called Guanshan Lingyue, we are classmates! This little Loli who looks like an anime girl is called Shuimo Qingxiang, and that sister with her hands in her pockets leaning against the door is called Tingxi; just treat her as a boy, she and Shuimo Qingxiang are a yuri pair! There’s also a sister called Tiantian Shuijiao who hasn’t logged on yet. We will love you, and you have to love your sisters too, okay?" Her voice was very tender, as if coaxing a child.

"Sigh!" Just at that moment, Tingxi, leaning on the door, let out a soft sigh, glanced at Haitang, and shook her head, "Who is Instakill? Will he obediently lie in the bathtub, to be played with by you foolish women? Qin Shiyu is a hundred times prettier than you, would he even spare you a glance? Stop dreaming!"

"Ah! Don’t mind that, it’s called Instakill! He’s going to win the best individual award soon!" Haitang continued, pinching Huang Yi’s little paw.

After some time, Haitang, Yue Yue, and Shuimo Qingxiang finally finished giving Huang Yi a bath, dried him off, and held him in their arms, playing with him.

Through their conversation, Huang Yi gradually learned about the real-life identities of these people.

Haitang and Yue Yue were roommates in the same dorm at university, now in their senior year, occasionally attending classes and doing internships.

The one who had not logged on, Tiantian Shuijiao, was the youngest of them all, still in high school, and was Yue Yue’s cousin.

Shuimo Qingxiang and Tingxi, on the other hand, were both freshmen in college.

In short, the five girls living in this room were just ordinary girls, both in real life and in The Second World. However, from Huang Yi’s perspective, they were all kind-hearted girls and would not have any malice towards him.

"I’m so excited! Tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the annual grand festival. I wonder if we can see God of Slaughter participate, if we can see what he looks like in real life," Haitang suddenly adjusted her glasses with anticipation.

"Silly woman, you’re being lovesick again!" Tingxi glanced at Haitang and shook her head, "It’s clear that God of Slaughter won’t attend. He has never shown his face in public before, this time will be no different! Even if he wins an award, someone else will accept it on his behalf. Besides, it’s not certain that he’ll even win. Just like last year, everyone thought it would be Dao Feng or Dragon Spike who would win the award, but then Sharp Sword came out of nowhere. Who knows what might happen this year!"

"I believe he will definitely win the award!" Haitang waved her fleshy fist, her tone full of blind worship.

"Haitang, we need to log off now, there’s an interview tomorrow! We need to get ready!" Just then, Yue Yue suddenly said to Haitang.

"Oh, right, right! I almost forgot!" Haitang hurriedly nodded and then her figure disappeared into thin air as she immediately logged off.

Yue Yue then touched the Huang Yi in her arms and softly said, "Be good, stay in the room and don’t run around. Sister has an interview tomorrow, and I’ll also watch the opening ceremony of the annual festival, so I don’t know when I’ll log on again, you must be good!" After saying this, she put Huang Yi into a basket that was specially padded with a soft cushion, patted his head, and logged off as well.

Suddenly, only Tingxi and Shuimo Qingxiang were left in the room. Seeing nobody around, their eyes instantly sparkled with an ambiguous glow.

"Wife, give me a kiss!" Tingxi said flirtatiously, immediately walked over to Shuimo Qingxiang, hugged her tight, and kissed her, while Shuimo Qingxiang also hugged Tingxi back and their lips met.

The two of them were actually a lesbian couple.

"Several years in prison, I never expected the world to change so quickly!" Huang Yi in the basket watched this scene unfold, feeling suddenly disconnected from the outside world. He had never seen two girls kissing before.

Next, Tingxi and Shuimo Qingxiang cuddled and embraced as they went into a room, closed the door, and before long, the sounds of ecstasy drifted from inside.

Huang Yi, seeing no one around, couldn’t help but climb out of the basket, toddling on his shaky little paws, and quietly left the house to the courtyard where it was still raining. He struggled to crawl through the mud and found a hidden spot to quietly log off.

...

Gradually, a day passed.

Huang Yi didn’t log on for the entire day. He was caught in the cycle of Reincarnation, regaining Level 1 automatically every day. It didn’t matter whether he logged on or not during this rare respite.

After the war with the Land of Dongying, the focus of the world’s media had naturally shifted to the upcoming annual festival. Countless journalists had now gathered in New Delhi, India, preparing anxiously for the live broadcast.

The festival was scheduled to start precisely at Rose Prison’s June 5th at midnight, which is 0:00.

Half an hour before the opening ceremony, Huang Yi visited Thunder God’s cell.

Thunder God wasn’t logged in either; he was sitting in front of the TV, smoking a cigarette, waiting for the live broadcast to start. As the Prison Overlord, he managed the unruly criminals for the Prison Warden who provided him with generous benefits. His cell, furnished luxuriously compared to the rest of the prison, boasted an old television and a small fridge.

"Ah-Yi, you’re here, come in and have a seat!" Thunder God noticed Huang Yi’s arrival, immediately got up, and opened the door of the cell.

Huang Yi walked straight in, pulled up a chair, and sat down in front of the television, watching the commercial that was playing.

"Look, Nameless from your Guild is even endorsing ads now." Just then, Thunder God pointed at an advertisement playing on the TV.

Huang Yi looked at the TV screen, which was showing a sports shoes commercial. The person in it really did resemble Nameless, looking very cool and handsome, like a big star.

In the Hero Guild, the Master of Assassins’ Hall Nameless, the Master of Warrior Hall Jian Feng Kuai, and the Master of Hunter Hall Qianye Fengwu were all outsiders and not inmates of Rose Prison. They were free to participate in commercial activities.

Thunder God walked to the small fridge, opened it, and took out two cans of beer, handing one to Huang Yi.

"Even though we are Super-First Masters, it’s actually Nameless and the others who live more comfortably than we do," Thunder God said with a sigh, as he opened his can of beer and took a swig.

Huang Yi also pulled the ring of the beer can and took a drink. The cool beer was refreshing, and after smacking his lips, he said, "We still have a chance! As soon as Zhang Yujian’s Judgment process is over, we can cooperate with Ni Dongde. He’s very capable outside, directly fighting with the World Federation with real guns and bullets. There’s still great hope for us to resist the World Federation by coordinating with him from inside The Second World."

"As the date of my execution draws closer, I’ve been sleeping restlessly lately. I always thought I wasn’t afraid to die, but now, when it comes down to it, I’m feeling a bit scared," Thunder God said with self-mockery, taking another gulp of beer.

"The reason you weren’t afraid before is that you had lost all hope. Now, the fear comes because, against all odds, you’ve found hope," Huang Yi said, patting Thunder God’s shoulder encouragingly. "It’s good to have hope. You must have confidence. We haven’t reached the last second yet!"

He was much younger than Thunder God, but there was no sense of age difference between them. They seemed to be peers.

Thunder God laughed heartily, "You’re right! Come on, let’s drink! Let’s not talk about these depressing things anymore. The opening ceremony is about to start! Last year’s festival promo featured ten masters. I wonder who will appear this time. But you’ll definitely be in the promo. I’m curious about what kind of footage Era of Corporation has produced for you..."