A Hundred Year Prisoner

"Don't, don't pack it, don't pack it. I am really very close to the organization!"

Zhang Daniu said anxiously, "Of course, I will cooperate. However, if I really go to the 'Apocalyptic Organization' and meet our 'Prophet', he won't cut me into pieces and dissect me, will he?"

"You worry too much, Master Niu."

The hunter continued, "Firstly, the ability of the 'Prophet' is not as simple as a layer-by-layer scanning by the polymers. If he wants to retrieve information from the depths of your soul, he does not need to cut you into pieces so brutally.

"Secondly, you will soon understand that it is not a big deal to be dissected and studied in the world of reincarnation.

"No—"

Zhang Daniu screamed, "What do you mean 'being dissected for research is no big deal'? I don't understand!"

"Don't be hasty. In order to make you cooperate, I have been granted certain permissions to tell you the truth about the world.