Chapter 551: Prisoners
Chapter 551: Prisoners
"Boss, what are they doing?"
"..."
"Be quiet and watch! If you still want to escape from here, don't make any sudden moves now!"
Inside the prison of Ara Camp, five humans were crouching.
They were once wild hunters active on the desolate land, led by a three-stage hunter named Shaqiu.
For the past few years, relying on their skills as Awakened, this small hunter team had managed to survive in the desolate land.
This time, upon hearing that Ara Camp was attacked by the Green Marsh, they naturally wanted to seize the opportunity and, like vultures, tear off a piece of flesh from this massive corpse.
But the result was that before they even entered the camp, they were intimidated by the vast Banyan Grove in the distance. Then, Lindsey appeared and, like a thunderbolt, swiftly captured them all, eventually imprisoning them here.
Clank, clank, clank—
Shaqiu cautiously extended his hand, knocking on the bars in front of him without drawing attention.
It felt very strange.
This prison, at first glance, seemed to be a small room constructed by simply inserting stones into wooden frames. There was no special Essence technique or any unique materials used.
But when Shaqiu's fingers tapped on the bars, he could clearly feel his body's weakness.
It wasn't just physical fatigue.
Even the Essence within his body was suppressed to a certain extent by this building.
As a three-stage Awakened, given enough time, Shaqiu had the confidence to break out of this cage.
However, he feared that as soon as he started to damage the bars, the nearby guards would spear him to death with wooden spears from outside.
At this point, how could they escape...
"Boss, look over there!"
At this moment, one of Shaqiu's subordinates alerted him.
The group turned their heads, and through the bars, a shocking scene unfolded before their eyes.
A building's hologram appeared out of thin air on the ground.
Then, several seemingly ordinary people, without any Essence, walked into the framework formed by the hologram. They took out some wood and stones from thin air and placed them in the corresponding directions, quickly constructing the building.
In just half an hour.
A brand-new house was completed right before their eyes.
Snap—
The residents of Ara Camp opened the door and entered to inspect it.
The five prisoners, through the gap in the door, saw that the house was well-equipped and of excellent quality.
"Gulp—"
Shaqiu swallowed hard.
With his knowledge, even the leaders of some small factions in the desolate land probably didn't have such living conditions.
"Are they building houses for their lord?"
"This kind of ability is definitely not something an ordinary Awakened can do!"
"Are we being monitored by Awakened?"
Shaqiu's subordinates behind him began to discuss.
The conclusion they reached was also in line with the common sense of the desolate land.
But as half a day passed, an even more unimaginable scene appeared before their eyes.
This 'luxurious villa', which in theory could only be inhabited by a lord, was directly occupied by several seemingly ordinary people!
No one came to drive them away, and no one scolded them, as if it were a matter of course.
If this were an isolated incident, the five prisoners might still be puzzled.
But as time went by, they witnessed more houses being built. Throughout the camp, regardless of gender, age, or strength, everyone was allocated such perfect homes.
"..."
Seeing this, Shaqiu was speechless.
And one of his subordinates behind him voiced the question on everyone's mind:
"Did Ara Camp really just get attacked by the Green Marsh?
"And this place… it’s really comfortable! It’s completely different from the outside desolate land!"
"Can we… escape?"
The other prisoners in the cage also looked worried and uneasy.
The Banyan Grove’s activities were continuously altering the soil and water environment.
The land they stood on was moist and full of vitality, the air they breathed carried the fresh scent of the forest, and the scorching sun was completely blocked out.
This was an experience hard to imagine in the desolate land at any time.
Creak—Creak—Creak—
At this moment, the sound of a wheelchair echoed.
The five prisoners turned their heads and saw a beautiful girl with white hair and red eyes approaching in a wheelchair:
"Oh, so it’s you all?"
"…"
Sylph looked at the five prisoners with great interest.
Although her skills had not been restored, her high-level artist’s emotional soul was still immense. Just by looking at them seriously, she made it difficult for the five to speak, and even their breathing became labored.
"Oh~~"
Sylph’s wine-red eyes narrowed slightly.
She scanned the five for a few seconds, her gaze finally settling on Dune:
"You’re the leader? Indeed, after encountering my beloved hero, your fate has changed."
"Still thinking of escaping?"
"Ha! Just be filled with gratitude and look forward to your future!"
With that, Sylph pushed her wheelchair away.
A few more seconds passed before the five prisoners in the cell collapsed to the ground, only then realizing they were drenched in cold sweat.
"Boss!"
"That… that person, that person!"
One of Dune’s subordinates spoke up.
And Dune, who had managed to remain calm until now, was no longer composed.
Or rather, as the strongest Third Stage Hunter, he could feel the pressure from Sylph even more intensely, the shock far exceeding that of his subordinates!
This feeling was like encountering a giant sandworm in the desert.
Resist? Escape?
Neither was possible!
In front of such a terrifying presence, the only thing they could do was wait to die!
Shortly after, Sylph’s voice echoed through the square.
It was now close to dusk, and the villagers had finished their work. A bonfire was lit in the center of the Village Square.
Sylph sat on a podium, with a huge blackboard that Lindsey had made standing behind her.
"This character is pronounced ‘I’. Remember its shape."
"In the Common Tongue, this word has four different forms… Can you understand Common Tongue?"
"The language that is widely used across most worlds in the universe, the one you are speaking now, is called the Common Tongue!"
"…"
"Boss, what is she teaching them? Writing?"
The prisoners looked bewildered.
At this moment, an ordinary person walked over and placed five portions of food into the cage:
"You all, this is your dinner today."
The wooden trays contained water, staple food, and dishes.
For Dune and his group, who lived in the desolate land, this treatment for prisoners was unimaginable.
"Can we really eat?"
"Is this… is this really for us?"
The person who brought the food only looked at them coldly:
"It’s for you. Eat it."
"There are no other orders. Don’t ask so many questions!"
The five prisoners in the cell remained silent and began to eat.
As the food and water filled their mouths, a common doubt began to form in their minds.
—Really, should we escape?
(End of Chapter)
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