Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
Knight's Legacy
Countdown 6:00:00.
One hour remained before nightfall.
Batches of inmates with lighter sentences were successively transferred, and the population of Prison No. 18 plummeted rapidly from 4200 to 3700.
For some reason, even though only a little over four hundred people were transferred, everyone felt as if the prison had instantly grown colder and much emptier.
The common inmates cowered in corners, trembling, and even the conglomerate members kept silent.
Only Du Hao continued to roar.
When the mechanical prison guards escorted inmates in groups, he had tried multiple times to break through the blockade and escape, but that was simply impossible.
After the last batch of inmates was transferred, the alloy gate shut tightly and never opened again.
"Open the gate, I demand medical bail, I demand a transfer to another prison!" Du Hao banged on the alloy gate, bellowing angrily.
In Prison No. 18, everyone else gradually fell silent, staring dumbfounded at the scene.