Chapter 368: Toywar 14
Chapter 368: Toywar 14
Feng Bu Jue remained indifferent to the shifting environment, continuing nonchalantly, “When you claimed to have cast a not guilty vote for Bi Li and Ao Er Deng, you’ve already declared your stance in my eyes.” He sneered, “Those two were charged with ‘spreading chaos’—a criminal label they fully deserved. If they’d been acquitted, that’d be the real injustice.” He shrugged, “Bi Li’s infamous for ‘imprisoning people to play_a_game’, while Ao Er Deng’s motto is ‘tell me ghost stories or die.’ As for La Bit and Bugs Bunny… heh…”
Xianzhi still said nothing, but the Lego bricks around him trembled violently.
Feng Bu Jue speculated, “Judging from what happened in court that day, you weren’t idle either, were you? As La Bit’s old friend, you clearly took his side. Your stance toward the Chaos Faction aligns too. So…” He flung his arm toward the Rhomboid Construct, shouting, “Truth has only one form!”
“Suddenly quoting a famous line without a hint of awkwardness…” Xiao Tan muttered, lips twitching.
Feng Bu Jue pressed on, addressing Xianzhi, “You and La Bit were both jailed for contempt of court—though your imprisonment differed. He and Bi Li, Ao Er Deng were locked in the time lord’s prison, while you ended up here.”
As his words faded, the floor and walls abruptly stilled. The Rhomboid Construct collapsed into a cascade of Lego bricks, revealing a massive head—gigantic by Toysize standards—belonging to Feng Bu Jue and Xiao Tan. Clearly, this was Xianzhi himself, no projection; his physical form had been inside this space all along.
“Whoa~” Xiao Tan gasped, staring at Xianzhi’s appearance. “So you’re a Wookiee? Wookiees are a Star Wars race, covered in long fur, usually brown, with faces resembling Shih Tzus.”
Xianzhi’s head, now hovering midair, replied curtly, “No.”
“True, your thoughts and actions don’t match a Wookiee’s,” Feng Bu Jue remarked. “Still, seeing your true face makes me wonder—does your so-called ‘Twelve-member Jury’ even include real humans? After all, the three I know aren’t human at all.”
Xianzhi’s floating head scoffed, “Do you know how many races exist across the multiverse? Humans are just a tiny fraction.”
“Fine, let’s shelve that debate. Since you’ve dropped your disguise, we can speak plainly,” Feng Bu Jue said.
Xianzhi, now unbothered by secrecy, admitted, “If you insist on digging, be ready to face the truth.”
“Don’t worry—my resilience will surprise you,” Feng Bu Jue shot back.
Xianzhi fell silent for a few seconds, then sighed. “I am both prisoner and warden here.”
“Oh? So you’re the one adjusting the prisoners’ consciousness, right?” Feng Bu Jue asked.
“Correct,” Xianzhi replied. “I also turned them into Toy. The Night shift security guards are merely unconscious puppets I created and control.”
“Why do this?” Xiao Tan asked.
“Let me tell you a story,” Xianzhi exhaled deeply, as if steadying his emotions. “Once stood a prison resembling a vast supermarket. It stocked all kinds of goods—food, clothing, fuel, luxury items, tools, weapons…
This prison held over a thousand convicts—men, women, elders, children—all human prisoners from 42 main universes.
Each day, everything resets. Broken items mend, emptied shelves refill, bloodstains vanish, corpses disappear. Only date markers change—calendars flip forward, expiration dates on food packages renew.
The supermarket’s doors are freedomopen, but the city outside is a false illusion. Any prisoner stepping out falls into endless void, dying instantly.
Staying inside ensured survival. Food abounded, even entertainment facilities thrived, as resources were inexhaustible.
At first, people believed this paradise…
But soon, new prisoners appeared daily, scattered randomly. A few at first, then dozens.
Within a week, conflicts erupted.
Initially, strong, combative types fought over entertainment facilities, luxury items, exquisite food, and beautiful women. Basic survival needs weren’t threatened yet—water and food flowed plentifully, so most stayed docile.
But weeks passed, prisoners multiplied endlessly.
After a month, queues clogged the few toilets. Two months later, one-third of the space reeked with fetid excrement. In the remaining two-thirds, crowds huddled to eat.
On the tenth day of the third month… those hoarding delicacies, women, and entertainment zones faced slaughter. The rest had been reduced to one meal daily, stripped of privacy during waste disposal.
After that, resource strain eased slightly, but fear lingered. A government-like body emerged, instituting rules—fair food distribution, timed luxury item access, punishments for robbery, murder, or rape. They even enforced population registration…”
“This might be the most ironic tale I’ve heard,” Feng Bu Jue interjected. “Convicts in a prison trying to enforce law.”
“Human contradiction,” Xiao Tan mused. “In civilized societies, people crave freedom and indulgence. Under jungle laws, they seek safety and order.”
Xianzhi sighed again, resuming, “But politics is dirty. Rules need enforcers—those regulators labored, yet naturally demanded more resources. The root issue—population growth—remained unsolved.
Eventually, after two months and three days post the first massacre, resources plunged into crisis again. Only then did people realize the governing body had become another oppressive regime, no different from the slaughtered tyrants.
Naturally, the second massacre erupted. After the bloodshed, survivors finally grasped: peace required capping prisoner numbers.
Hundreds agreed—kill every new arrival henceforth.
This lasted long. Each midnight reset, veteran prisoners’ first act was hunting down newcomers scattered across the Supermarket, slaughtering them all. Only then could they enjoy a day’s peace.
But new prisoners arrived unpredictably. Over time, some slipped through. Others, driven by selfishness, hid pretty women, sparing them only to enslave them.
In time, contradictions reignited. New factions formed, each controlling zones with unique codes of conduct, principles, and rivalries. They battled for resources, losses replenished by fresh prisoners.”
“Hey?” Xiao Tan suddenly realized. “This sounds exactly like the current situation…”
“Indeed, yet not entirely,” Xianzhi replied. “Would you prefer watching humans enact daily dramas of deceit, flesh flying everywhere… or a bloodless war between Toys?”
“So… you reshaped this prison with your power,” Feng Bu Jue said.
“Exactly,” Xianzhi continued. “After consciousness adjustment, these prisoners believe they’re Toy Story characters in a human-world Supermarket. At day’s end, they awaken to fight for honor. By daylight, my power puts them into ignorance-sleep. After countless experiments and regroupings, I’ve refined their minds nearly flawlessly. They evade my security guard puppets, but their sole awareness remains—‘humans must never discover us’.”
Inhaling deeply, he added, “I was jailed here not just for contempt of court, but for my ‘chaos inclination’. The Tribunal of Truth designed this prison to torment me, displaying endless human evils as punishment.
Humans, perfect actors—selfish, stubborn, conceited, cunning, fragile, ignorant, brutal, hypocritical, filthy, savage, jealous, greedy, licentious, irritable, stupid, unrepentant!
But I found escape.
I erased their physiological needs, stabilized population, restricted activity time, building a self-sustaining system. Preserving their soul identities, I transformed complex human desires and vices into pure, non-cruel combat wills. I made you humans—an incurable race—controllable!”
His voice intensified, “Now you see—there’s nothing here needing your ‘end’. I never meant to speak so much, but since I’ve started…” He darkened, “Stay out of this war! Find the other two otherworld travelers and leave—Mad Bu Jue!”
Feng Bu Jue wiped sweat, “Uh… fair enough, I guess…”
Lego fragments rose again, swirling around Xianzhi’s head, reforming the ever-shifting Rhomboid Construct.
“Good,” Xianzhi breathed. “Ten minutes ago—before you recklessly exposed my prisoner identity and pried endlessly—I tried saying this…” He paused. “Stay out of the war! Find the other two otherworld travelers and vanish!”
(End of Chapter)
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