From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals Chapter 177: Prison Cell

"No," Yun-Jin replied. "He had this small blue creature with him, constantly hurling insults at . She's out cold as well. I gave him a chance to surrender and accept being thrown in jail, but he refused. So, we're at this impasse now. What should I do?"

The voice on the other end of the line paused, considering the situation before responding. "Have him chained in the D Block prison," it instructed with an authoritative tone.

"The Gas are starting in about a week for the Arena of Life. He can attempt to fight for his life there. Also, ensure his small creature stays with him for the ti being and have him closely monitored. And of course, put the Black Stone on his wrist to prevent any potential damage he might cause. See to it that he receives the necessary dical attention."

"Right, I will see to it, sir," Yun-Jin affird, ready to comply with the orders. However, a practical concern crossed her mind. "What about the rest of my patrol duty?"

"This takes full priority," the voice replied, decisively. "I'll send a Sergeant to cover your post for the rest of the day."

"Right, thank you, Sir," Yun-Jin acknowledged, her tone reflecting a mix of relief and respect. Then, adding a personal note, she asked, "Konchi and Rice for dinner?"

"Of course, the sa as always," the voice on the other end confird, a hint of routine familiarity in its tone.

The call ended with a click, and Yun-Jin sighed, her gaze shifting to Ty's unconscious form. "I gotta carry him now?" she muttered to herself, a hint of exasperation in her voice as she contemplated the logistical challenge ahead.

(- A few hours later -)

As Ty's consciousness slowly seeped back, he groaned, feeling an intense ache in his head, akin to the blow of a sledgehamr. Instinctively, he tried to rub the sore spot but found his arms wouldn't cooperate. Confused, he tugged at his arm, only to realize it was restrained.

His eyes fully opened to a grim reality – he was chained to a wall, with bars stretching out before him, confining him in a cell. The realization hit him hard. "Shit, this is just like my ti on Alexiera," he groaned, lanting his situation. But there was a crucial difference – this ti, he couldn't simply escape using his skeletal abilities.

As he struggled, a voice nearby chid in, "Just shake your hands a bit more. It's just so really strong glue keeping your hands up there. The real trouble is the black stone on your wrists."

As Ty wrestled with the chains, following the stranger's advice, he finally managed to force his hands free.

He dropped to the ground with a thud, the rough concrete floor greeting him unkindly.

Scanning the dimly lit cell, his eyes settled on an elderly man in the corner. The man had an eye patch over his right eye and sported old white hair. He sat with his legs crossed, exuding a sense of calm amidst the bleak surroundings.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" Ty asked, his curiosity piqued by this unexpected cellmate.

The old man glanced at Ty with a knowing look. "You don't know? This place is for those who commit cris, though it's usually reserved for people selected for the Arena of Life. So, you must have sothing exciting about yourself to be chosen instead of being sent to the normal prisons."

You can call Yagrid, or old man for short. either is fine.

He paused for a mont, eyeing Ty carefully. "However," the old man continued, "I don't have to guess too much. By the black stone on your hand, it's fair to say you are a demon in disguise of a young human, isn't that right?"

"I am, in fact, not a demon," Ty insisted, standing up despite his hands still being bound by the black stone. "I'm just a normal human who woke up in a field and got attacked by a random lady in armor."

The old man, stroking his beard thoughtfully, looked at Ty with a skeptical eye. "Well then, go ahead and use your magic. If you aren't a demon, you should be able to. Plus, you have blue eyes, so why would you even be accused of being from the demon clan? Really full of mysteries, yes?"

Ty touched his face, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Huh, I actually didn't know what my eye color was. I've only been here a short while." He then extended his hands, focusing intently on them. He tried to summon the black flas he had conjured before, but nothing happened.

"Huh, it's not working," Ty remarked, a mixture of confusion and frustration evident in his tone. Internally, he wrestled with a perplexing thought: If he was still wearing the bones of the Demon King's general, did that sohow make him a demon, albeit with human flesh?

His introspection was abruptly interrupted by a familiar, small voice shrieking, "Where am I?!" This was followed by the sounds of struggle and a sudden burst of water that hit Ty in the back of the head. The source was the blue fairy, now also bound with black stone restraints. "Where are we, and where is that pompous strawberry head?" she demanded, her voice tinged with panic and annoyance.

"I have no idea," Ty replied, still trying to orient himself after just waking up. "Did you really need to shoot with water, though?"

"Sorry, I didn't an to do that," the blue fairy said, sounding apologetic. "I was just trying to get these annoying stones off my hands. I did it instinctively."

"Huh, so you can use your water powers even with those on," Ty observed, a note of curiosity in his voice.

As he pondered over their predicant, an idea struck him. Speaking aloud, he uttered the word, "Reiesencia." To his and the blue fairy's surprise, his hands ignited in flas for a brief mont before the fire slowly died out. The old man in the corner watched, visibly shocked, as Ty's eyes shimred red for a fleeting second as he spoke the incantation.