Sportsman?

He could see Rian's stats above his head.

He did not care much about all the others which were zeroes for both of them but he was shocked seeing the ones which weren't zero.

For starters, his Intelligence was a zero and Cyril did not think much about it. 

[Current identity: Sportsman

Physical strength: 50

Stamina: 5

Work points: 10

Intelligence: 0

Favorability: 0

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Cyril got his physical strength of zero, but this guy got a huge fifty already? What had he done in the prison to get such physical strength?

Most importantly, how strong is this guy?

His eyes were focused on Rian's face as he studied his features clearly. He did not look muscular like everyone else around them. Instead, he looked on the leaner side.

As Rian said earlier, he looked a little similar to him. Yet he was strong?

Also, he got his 'Current Identity' already. And what exactly does Sportsman mean?

What would being a 'sportsman' help when staying in prison? Of course, the strength and stamina would help in itself, but what Cyril did not understand was the identity of a 'sportsman' in itself.

Rian saw him looking at him and looked back, "What happened?"

"Did you play sports before coming here?" Cyril asked him.

"Oh? Yeah. But how do you know?" Rian looked surprised.

"Well, your identity…" before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by another voice from the side.

"What are you bunch of men doing here for so long? Leave right now. Do you think this is your park behind your house?" The voice belonged to the 'barcode man' who inserted chips in their necks earlier.

His voice was filled with as much disgust as Cyril remembered him to have earlier.

"Where should we go to?" One of the prisoners asked the man.

"Where? Why do you ask me that? No matter where you go, just leave my site. Shoo now," The 'barcode man' waved his hands away in disgust.

"..." Everyone was dumbfounded. They had never seen a 'prison' where no one would even tell them where to go to.

Anyway, they all stood up from their seats and flocked outside, thinking they could figure things out as they go.

Anyway, they don't want to face this crazy man's disgust any longer.

If it was in their original lives, they would have definitely fought against him and turn him into pulp. They wouldn't let him be even if he asked for their forgiveness.

But staying in the darkroom for a few days had tempered everyone's anger. They did not want to deal with anyone right now.

Also, this man is the one who had inserted a chip inside them very easily. No one knew what other powers he had. They wouldn't want to mess with such a guy.

Once they left, Cyril saw a familiar face waving at him. He was the henchman of the big guy who wanted to fight him earlier.

Cyril had no choice but to walk towards the man.

"Kid, brig brother is calling for you," The man casually wrapped his arm around his shoulder and pulled him along as he walked as if it was the most natural thing to do. He did not even wait for Cyril to say 'yes' or 'no'.

Cyril suddenly felt like the 'no' option inside this prison is faulty. No one cares for the 'no' word at all. Neither the system nor the inmates.

Cyril succumbed to his situation and walked along. While walking, his mind was in a mess. Why would the big guy call him? Is it to continue the fight which he had stopped before?

Even though he had eaten and obtained his lost energy, he was not strong enough to fight all those muscles.

He would turn into pulp if he faced the man head-on in his present condition.

As he was thinking, he had already reached the big guy's den.

He looked around and observed the surroundings. This place actually did not look like a prison to be exact. Instead, it looked like a small cave, which was turned into a place to live. 

It was not clean at all - which was actually understandable because the habitants were men who were ruffians. Who among them would be capable of cleaning up?

The big guy observed his expressions and called for one of his men, "Hey, Cain. Didn't you see my little brother did not like this place? Get to work and clean immediately."

The man named Cain hurriedly started to clean up, and Cyril was flustered, "No, no, big brother. There is no need to do anything for my sake."

"Don't worry, kid. If I say you are my younger brother, then you are my younger brother. How can I let you sit in a place that you didn't like, huh? What use is your older brother, then?" The big guys spoke as it was supposed to be that way, and Cyril did not say anything else.

He just gave a smile showing his appreciation for his consideration.

"Okay, kid, now that you are out of the darkroom and have eaten, I am sure you will have many questions. I also know that you wouldn't have found anyone else that knows many things about this place. Now that you have your older brother with you, you can ask me anything you want to know. Shoot now."

"..." 'So he did not call me for a fight?' Cyril did not know how to react to this turn of events.

Then he blinked his eyes looking at the big guy. This big guy did not tell him anything before when he asked something but now he wanted to tell him anything he wanted to know? He did not know if he could trust him or not.

Still, now that he got the chance, he had to find out everything. He cleared his throat and asked the first question, "Umm, what exactly is this place? This place looks like a prison but I don't see any guards around either. What exactly is happening here?"

Suddenly, the big guys started to laugh, "You did not know that either? Ha ha ha."

"..." 'Okay, now stop laughing and tell me, will you?'