Early the next morning, Su Mo was still lying in bed asleep when he heard a piercing reprimand.
"Everyone get up."
He yawned and sat up.
At this mont, a soldier stationed at the door hurriedly smiled at Su Mo and said, "Sorry, my lord, work ti has arrived, and everyone must go to Work Area 7. You also need to move, but don’t worry, we’ve arranged everything for you."
"Got it."
Su Mo didn’t say much. He knew that the AI·Prisoner was watching and the rules had to be followed.
Soon, one prisoner after another walked out of their cells.
At this point, floating Waveguide Balls flew over, each monitoring a prisoner one-on-one.
One of them focused on Su Mo.
Su Mo’s mouth twitched slightly, but he didn’t say anything.
All the prisoners lined up and headed towards Work Area 7, passing groups of prisoners being driven out along the way.
After a long while, they entered Work Area 7, which was very spacious with various tal workbenches inside.
On each workbench lay a corpse of a monster in the shape of an octopus, with Autopsy Knives placed next to them. The knives’ handles were tied to the tal tables with tal wires, preventing them from being taken away or used to attack others. Of course, if you got too close, it would be impossible.
Su Mo roughly glanced around, realizing that there were many prisoners working here, at least tens of thousands, and not all of them were heavy criminals — there were also quite a few minor offenders.
It seed that the work was a mixed compilation.
As Su Mo was lost in thought, a soldier next to him cheerfully said.
"Lord Su Mo, please co with us."
Su Mo followed the soldier and saw a table and chairs set up in the corner with a rather sumptuous breakfast laid out.
"Just have your breakfast here. We’ve already arranged for soone to do your work. Once it’s done, you can go back and rest."
"Okay."
Su Mo sat down, about to enjoy his breakfast.
At that mont, he noticed a transparent air pressure shield rise from the ground, covering him and the dining table.
"What’s this?"
Su Mo asked in confusion.
"Don’t worry, this is an airflow shield. When they start dissecting the monster corpses, a very unpleasant sll will spread. Moreover, a lot of viral pollution will be mixed into the air. This shield prevents your al from being affected."
The nearby soldier replied considerately.
Su Mo was slightly taken aback and then asked, "Aren’t you afraid that these people might mutate?"
"It’s okay. Most of them have been injected with Genetic Potions, their resistance to pollution is quite good, and it’s not so easy for them to mutate. Besides, if they mutate, they can just be disposed of."
The soldier responded indifferently.
Su Mo listened, his mouth twitching constantly, but he didn’t say anything more.
Then Su Mo felt a very peculiar gaze and instinctively glanced over.
He saw a woman with disheveled hair and a pretty face grin at him.
At the sa ti, the woman picked up an Autopsy Knife and precisely stabbed it into the monster’s corpse, slicing it open in a swift motion. She quickly peeled out a transparent sac-like object from the monster’s body and placed it on a tray beside her.
Su Mo’s eyelid twitched slightly. This woman was impressive, staring at him the whole ti while her dissection was unaffected — clearly a top-notch expert.
At this ti, Su Mo felt various gazes directed at him.
He glanced over and found many people focusing on him.
Su Mo even saw a man with a body tattooed with fierce monster designs, wearing a collar bomb, and exuding a dangerous aura, staring right at him.
If he was not mistaken, that guy should be an SS-level offender.
Su Mo felt like he suddenly beca the center of attention.
People weren’t fools; what kind of place was this? With such special treatnt, it was clear he was a significant figure.
So, in no ti, everyone unhesitatingly focused on Su Mo.
Each person’s eyes were turning, thinking about how to approach Su Mo and gain benefits from him.
Not to ntion leaving this damned place, even getting a normal al would be considered a win.
...
At this mont, soone left the tal workbench, walking straight towards Su Mo.
Su Mo was quite surprised, looking at the person carefully.
This was a woman with both hands, feet, and neck all wearing separate Magnetic Explosion Rings. Her appearance was extrely outstanding, worthy of the phrase "drop-dead gorgeous." Her blue hair cascading down, and her pale skin, due to long-term malnutrition, did not detract from her beauty.
Along the way, the guarding soldiers either turned a blind eye or paid attention only to themselves.
The woman walked straight to Su Mo and stopped right in front of him.
The NCOs beside Su Mo beca nervous and all warned, "Tilo, what do you want to do?"
Tilo stared intensely at Su Mo, her lips moved slightly, and she said, "You’re very special."
Su Mo didn’t answer her; instead, he remained deeply cautious, his muscles reflexively tensing up. This woman was more dangerous than he imagined. If he was not mistaken, she should be an SSS-level offender.
Because only prisoners of this level would make the guards reluctant to easily beat them, for the higher the prisoner’s rank, the more valuable they are and can’t be killed lightly.
Su Mo did not respond to Tilo, continuing to eat on his own.
"I know the whereabouts of a legendary Star Destroyer."
Tilo suddenly said.
"Cough cough....."
Su Mo, who was drinking water, choked imdiately and coughed violently.
He was quite exasperated, wondering if these people misunderstood sothing, coming up with such explosive information.
"Don’t believe her. She’s an SSS-level offender, extrely dangerous, and excels at beguiling people. If it were true, it would have been used for a reduced sentence long ago."
The nearby Prison Soldiers promptly reminded Su Mo.
"Believe it or not."
Tilo said and then turned away, having achieved her purpose.
"Lord Su Mo, don’t believe what they say. Who knows how many years these people have been locked up here? They could say anything."
A soldier hastily advised.
Su Mo forced an awkward smile and replied, "I understand."
Of course, although he said this, Su Mo felt a peculiar itch in his heart, an uncontrollable thought erging — what if what that woman said was true?
But Su Mo quickly lost interest. The thought of his own precarious situation left him without the ti or energy to care about them.
These guys must have misunderstood, thinking he was so big shot.
Just then, a sound of footsteps approached, and the soldiers present greeted at once.
"Lord Angelo."
Angelo walked straight towards Su Mo.
Seeing Angelo approaching, the prisoners who were initially staring intently at Su Mo beca restrained.
"How is it, are you adapting well? Is the breakfast to your liking?"
Angelo smiled and inquired of Su Mo.
"It’s to my liking."
Su Mo replied awkwardly.
"That’s good."
Angelo nodded approvingly.
The nurous prisoners witnessing the scene gave him a different look, as if they were discovering a new continent.
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