The elevator doors slid open slowly, revealing a tal tunnel leading to a wooden cabin.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yun You stepped into the tunnel.
Buzz—!
In an instant, a blue light illuminated the tunnel, and so hidden machinery beneath the tal walls emitted a piercing hum.
Imdiately, an invisible energy enveloped the young girl's body.
Yun You could feel these energies suppressing her soul, diminishing her physical strength through personal gravity.
This was the Floating Island Prison's most crucial device—the Sur Particle Suppression Device.
No one knows where the core of this device is located, but whenever an Apprentice Death God steps onto the island, they are bound by its restraints, their soul seemingly shackled, rendering them unable to use their "Talent Ability," and their Death God Sequence power is suppressed to Tier One.
This suppression not only strips the Death Gods of their sequence ability but also collaborates with the power limiter to constrain their physique to the "Internship Period" level.
In essence, regardless of a Death God's tiers, as long as it doesn't exceed the device's maximum constraint, they are forcibly suppressed to the state of an Intern, only able to use the sequence's inherent characteristics and less than 10 tons of physical strength.
That's why the Floating Island can restrict the life freedom of Apprentice Death Gods, and Death Gods within the island are no longer the singular "invincible," as those rcenaries who've undergone genetic enhancent and prosthetic modification... at tis are not weaker in strength than they are.
From a certain angle, it kind of places everyone on the sa starting line, another degree of fairness.
As long as one is bold enough and ruthless enough, one can thrive on the Floating Island.
However, this suppression is utterly useless against Yun You.
Because she herself is an Apprentice Death God, devoid of skills, her physique already at the pinnacle of the "Internship Period," these constraints rely disabled her Future Sight.
She could still utilize her three sequences and even summon Red Scale Weapons—a massive destructive weapon theorized not to exist within the prison.
If the Floating Island Prison is likened to a Duel Arena, then Yun You is its most suited "Gladiator Champion."
Quickly, Yun You traversed the long tunnel, passed through a one-way door, and entered her "treehouse cell."
The tunnel door behind her closed abruptly, and the space elevator gradually departed.
Now, Yun You officially moved into the Floating Island.
[Number 9527, welco to the Floating Island Prison forest area, this will be your cell for the next year and your legally owned residence]
An electronic voice echoed from the treehouse's broadcast.
[There's only one rule on the Floating Island—no escape attempts are allowed, apart from that, you can do whatever you want. Murder, arson, assault, smuggling, you have the right to handle everything you own, including your own life, provided you have the ability]
[If you complete your sentence and are fortunate enough to leave this prison, the cris committed within it will not be settled, so please go ahead]
[There are no police institutions on the Floating Island, no officers on duty, and no facilities such as cafeterias or bathrooms, be careful to distinguish them]
[On the 15th and 25th of each month, we will airdrop supplies onto the island, please check. In theory, the total amount of these supplies is sufficient for all inmates on the island, but based on our observations, the actual result is often not so, so feel free to use your ability, and compete for the resources as much as you can]
[Hope you have a good ti on the Floating Island—Written by Nest City Police Station on October 11, 2077]
"Looks like the police never had any intention of maintaining order, instead they want us to kill each other, making the Floating Island even more chaotic."
Yun You shook her head quietly as she gazed at the gradually silencing broadcast.
[Naturally]
Master Zero chuckled softly and remarked casually.
[Aside from people like you and the mayoral candidate, most of the prisoners here are society's scum, to let them serve their sentences normally would only waste taxpayers' money]
[Rather than spending a huge cost to reform these people, it's better to let them kill each other more, die a bit more in internal conflict, this also sohow contributes to society]
[Unfortunately, the weak and those not so sinful often cannot survive here, and beco the first ones to be absorbed by the island... just like the child below us]
[Look—]
Master Zero pointed downward with his sound.
There, the gray-haired boy covered in mud whom Yun You had seen earlier, was now surrounded in a corner by a dozen camo-clad thugs, seemingly about to be turned into a "roasted lamb."
[Want to intervene?]
Master Zero asked casually.
"Wait a bit."
Yun You shook her head, leaned to the window, observing the boy and thugs impassively.
"Those who survive in this hell are likely not simple, better observe a bit more."
She said that, yet the young girl had already gripped Fat Fish tightly, ready to battle at any mont.
...
"Oooooh——"
In the lush forest, thugs camouflaged, holding sharp knives, decorated with human bones, beat their lips, collectively uttering a slogan akin to primitive hunting cries.
Their bones were robust, but the muscles and fat beneath their skin seed sowhat atrophied, likely due to excessive malnutrition leading to pathological emaciation.
This emaciation often accompanies osteoporosis and muscle atrophy, bringing great pain to patients. Yet, at this mont, there's only excitent and the frenzy of spotting prey after a long starvation on these thugs' faces.
They herded their prey—the mud-ridden gray-haired boy, into a swamp, yet didn't hurry to make a move, but surrounded the child tightly first, sealing off every exit, only then slowly approached.
The leading thug was a middle-aged woman with brilliant green curls, holding a spiked whip about three to four ters long, looking at the boy playfully.
Just as she was about to say sothing, an unobservant mosquito landed on her face.
But the woman didn't mind; she casually swatted it and then pressed that repulsive paste into her mouth, savoring it with bits of blood and mud mixed in.
"Ti to make a move? Nite Big Sis."
A burly man beside her said in a thick and low voice: "Brothers have been gnawing roots and tree bark for three whole days; if we don't open at soon, we won't even muster strength for the next hunt..."
"Exactly!"
Another young man with a Mohican hairstyle wiped his mouth and echoed: "Hurry and deal with this kid... no need to do any 'roasted lamb,' let's boil alive, it's the most nutritious, and we can drink 'blood soup.'"
"Boil what? Porcupine head, do you know gourt? Such a small child, how can you bear? I say it should be stead, for the best taste."
"You're talking about boiling and steaming, the at has no flavor. I say it should be grilled, with Nite Big Sis' seasonings, it'll definitely be tasty!"
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