'Poor thing'

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The entire place fell into pin-drop silence at his words as no one expected such words from a man who was about to 'fight'.

They expected him to either challenge his opponent or plead with him to let him be. 

After all, there are always two types of rookies in the prison.

The first type of rookies were fearless as they would still have the mindset of someone great when they entered the prison. So, they would never bow down to others until they face a reality check.

The second type of rookie would feel their world collapse when they suddenly entered the prison as they feel their world collapse in front of their eyes. They won't be able to overcome this shock in a short while. 

This type of rookie wouldn't want to face head-on with other inmates as they had never faced the dark life during their freedom days. They would be scared silly to face rowdies and goons inside the prison who had not just fought many people but could also have killed many.

But this rookie looked different no matter how they saw him. He was silent all the way and the minute he spoke, he neither looked scared nor overbearing.

He neither backed down nor did he overestimate his abilities and throw himself at his opponent.

He is different.

That is what everyone thought.

No one dared to speak as their heads slowly turned toward the big guy who was fighting. They awaited his reaction as they didn't want to offend him.

"Hahahaha," The big guy started to laugh out loud.

"Pfft… hahaha…" The audience members too started laughing, and the entire place was filled with loud laughter from around four to five hundred inmates.

"Man, this boy is amusing."

"Hahaha, I know, right? I had never seen such an amusing kid in my life. Hahaha."

"Tell me about it. He said he wanted to fight after eating. Pfft.. hahaha what nonsense."

There were many such conversations going around in the crowd, but there wasn't a single person who wasn't laughing.

The big guy slowly walked towards Cyril and placed his hand over his shoulder, "Kid, what level are you?"

Cyril was confused by his question. He tilted his head sideways in confusion and asked back, "Level? What is it?"

"..." Once again, the entire place fell into silence.

The big guy turned around to exchange glances with his men.

He then looked back at Cyril and asked, "Kid, when did you leave the darkroom?"

Cyril blinked his eyes, "Ten minutes ago."

"..." The big guy was shocked. He suddenly felt a little guilty. He turned to his henchmen and said in a low voice, "So he is out for ten minutes in which I troubled him for five?"

His henchmen nodded their heads ruthlessly while giving him accusatory glances.

The big guy scratched his semi-shaven head as he gave an embarrassing smile.

"..." 'So, this guy knows that he is troubling me?' Cyril wanted to click his tongue, but he had no energy nor was this the suitable time to show such an attitude.

As an heir to his company, he was trained since childhood to control his emotions and also to understand his surroundings better. He knows how to behave in different circumstances.

The big guy showed an expression of an amicable 'big brother' as he patted Cyril's shoulder, "Kid, go and eat. Once you are done, you will get a chip in your head, and you will find your level. Once you find out, come to this big brother. I will take care of you. Go now. Hurry and eat something. You poor thing." He even gave Cyril a look of pity at the end.

"..." Cyril suddenly realized that he had become a 'poor thing'. In his entire life, when was he treated as someone poor?

On the contrary, he had donated millions of money to poor people. He had taken those from his own pocket. The charity done in the name of their company was in another league.

Cyril wanted to say, 'You are not my big brother'. But he knew better than that and calmly nodded his head.

Even though he looked innocent and calm, his mind was racing.

He processed the big guy's words.

A chip would be inserted into his head and he would get a 'level'? What nonsense is going on in this weird place?

Cyril really doesn't know a single thing about this place.

He was on his way to his company when he was about to be announced to take over their company when his car was stopped in the middle of the road, and he was kidnapped.

Once he opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark room. 

He shouted for hours but no one answered him. He did not hear any sounds around either, and he understood that the room he was in was a soundproof room and no one outside would hear his voice and vice versa.

He slowly calmed down and started to analyze things. The first point he thought was to preserve his energy, as he didn't know when he would get any food or water.

Once five days were over, the door was finally opened, and he saw the light for the first time in days.

As soon as he came out, he observed his surroundings and he understood that he was in a prison. It was mainly because of the uniforms everyone was wearing.

He was guided to get food, and he stood in the line. He studied his surroundings to gather as much information as he could.

But while he was doing so, he was shoved forward by a random big guy and the rest was history.

Now he was hearing that he would get some chip in his head?

He subconsciously touched his head. He felt his hair sticky.

He had not taken a shower in the past five days. His skin was dirty and sweaty. He had not seen his reflection, but he could say that he looked dirty.

As a born billionaire, he has taken care of his hygiene since his childhood. He felt gross from touching his own hair. But cleaning himself up was not his priority right now.

Eating was.

He slowly walked to stand in the line. The place he was standing earlier was supposed to be the middle of the line, but everyone enthusiastically moved around to form a makeshift arena for the sake of watching an 'exciting' fight.

Now he had to form a new line. This time, no one stood in front of him and led him to the front of the line. They all liked him after the earlier 'speech' after all.

He was served with a plate of random food which he had never seen in his entire life before. But he did not care. He was too hungry to care.

He wanted to wolf down on the food, but his hands had no strength to cooperate with his thoughts.

He slowly ate the food spoon after spoon. While he was eating, the big guy from earlier came and sat in front of him suddenly out of nowhere.