My Cell Prison Chapter 1272

Chapter 1272: Chapter 1271: Thank You Gift Chapter 1272: Chapter 1271: Thank You Gift The executives use the “White Liquid” forged to create the world; Han Dong had already witnessed its effects on the Tomb Lord.

Even the Tomb Lord's body, which had been worn down over hundreds of years, was able to recover to its peak condition within two days.

However, the location suggested by the executives for the healing was hard for Han Dong to accept.

“On the bed?”

The executives were also human in appearance, and Han Dong even suspected that their species was [Human].

Just humans from different worlds… Since they belonged to the same kind, it was possible for them to take an interest in their own kind, and Han Dong was rather resistant to any implied rules.

“Your injuries are quite severe; the [Other Shore Hotel] uses a fully adaptive bed that can adjust the height and firmness of each support point according to the condition of your body, which is more conducive to the absorption of the liquid.”

“Okay, then.”

Han Dong ultimately compromised; after all, opening the gate was the priority.

With a rather obedient demeanor, he placed his cane at the foot of the bed and slowly lay down.

Indeed, the bed quickly detected Han Dong's physical injuries and provided corresponding support, which was quite comfortable.

Gulping sounds… The viscous liquid was swallowed down.

It was so sticky that a lot of liquid even clung to the throat, making it quite uncomfortable.

At this moment.

The executive also got onto the bed, with one palm gently resting on Han Dong's abdomen.

Using Black Vortex Trunk's whirlpool center, they helped regulate the flow of the White Liquid just consumed throughout Han Dong's body.

This was much more efficient than when Han Dong had helped the Tomb Lord absorb the White Liquid; after all, the executives could manipulate it to create worlds.

In just a minute, the injuries were completely healed.

The White Liquid that spread to every corner of the body even repaired the deep 'bruises' hidden within.

However, the executive frowned slightly, whispering:
“You guys from the [Fight Club] really do as the rumors say, completely disregarding life and death, just doing whatever feels good… If the injuries accumulated in your body are not healed in time, even if you think you are in good shape, you might suddenly die one day.

Don't do this kind of thing at critical moments next time.”

“Thank you, senior. I will certainly be careful next time.”

Han Dong was aware that the club hospital also strictly required discharge because of this; he was able to come out in time, thanks largely to Headless vouching for him.

“Let's start the [Special Training] now.”

The executive activated a button in the guest room.

A hidden passage appeared on the side wall of the master bedroom, leading to a spacious training space that could set various environmental parameters, allowing guests to practice and even exchange pointers while resting.

Han Dong felt uneasy and asked in a low voice, “Senior, this special training couldn't be asking me to spar with you, could it? The difference in our levels is too great, it's really…”

“Although I am quite interested in your power system, the difference in our levels is too great and not very interesting.

Maybe when you construct your mythology, you can try sparring with me.

The one you will be sparring with is not me… but yourself.”

As he spoke.

A wave of liquid suddenly surged up in his body.

Unable to hold it back, vomit came surging out… White Liquid violently sprayed from his mouth.

However, the liquid that landed on the ground immediately coalesced, forming a 'replica' with the same physique, appearance, and even aura as Han Dong… But the replica's head was wearing a Vortex Mask.

Han Dong wiped the residual liquid from the corner of his mouth and asked softly, “Could it be that the healing was just an incidental process and the real purpose of the senior was to inject the liquid into my body, to replicate the relevant DNA information for correct biological expression?”

“You make it sound too complicated, it's simply a duplication.

However, the complexity of your head has exceeded the limit of the liquid, hence the replication is not complete.”

Next, you need to spar with the clone and achieve victory; the specific time it takes to win will determine whether you're ready for 'Opening the Door' ceremony.”

“Alright…”

Han Dong did not ask how long, he just needed to give his all in the special training.

“By the way, I remember you seem to have the traits of a 'Shepherd,' the ability to recruit and command powerful followers… Do not use this ability during the spar; you must defeat the clone using your own power.”

“Understood.”

The executive, acting as the referee, commenced the spar.

However, there is one thing to note here.

The clone's body was an exact replica of Han Dong, but its essence was a high-concentration liquid secreted internally by the executive.

The reason the executive did not specify the exact time is that he did not believe Han Dong could win… he merely wanted to see the extent of what Han Dong could achieve.

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The sparring space was permeated with a dense Death Qi.

Fresh from harvesting death experience from “Prometheus,” Han Dong established a small domain of Absolute Death using the Raven Staff as a foundation, complimented by formations.

The level of Death Qi coursing within rivaled the Chaos Hell of the Terminal Knight Regiment.

The clone's body lay within the formation.

A Holy Sword, dripping with Fresh Blood, its hilt clamped by canine teeth, had pierced through the clone's Body Trunk, pinning it precisely at the center of the formation.

A multitude of arms symbolizing Absolute Death were slowly peeling away at the clone, with White Liquid constantly dripping down.

Hahaha!

Engrossed in “Madness Study,” Han Dong was still here letting out a Mad Laugh.

The roar of his laugh, enhanced by his level-up, continued to invade the clone's brain, weakening its overall attributes from inside.

“Enough!”

With a wave of his hand, the executive disassembled the clone back into White Liquid, which he poured into a prepared glass bottle by his side.

Han Dong quickly reined in his Mad Laugh State and ceased all attacks.

“It seems a lot of time was spent; does this count as being prepared?”

The executive scrutinized Han Dong with an odd look in his eye; indeed, within “The Tombs,” he had noticed a hint of Han Dong's Madness… he had not expected Han Dong, after reclaiming his body, to display such a frenzied style of combat.

“Um, I had estimated one hour… Your performance was quite good.

This bottle of liquid is your reward for victory, capable of repairing the stamina you expended during the spar and also enabling you to enter the Open Door State.”

“Ah? This can be drunk?”

Staring at the liquid he had vomited out and then fought, Han Dong truly found it difficult to swallow again.

“The liquid underwent a quality change after 'mimicking' you and subsequent 'refining' through your abilities; it has become more suitable for your Body to assimilate… This is the ultimate goal of the special training, as well as a way of thanking you for your help in 'The Tombs'.”

“So that's how it is! Thank you, senior.”

Without hesitation, he downed the bottle in one gulp.

As the executive had said, the liquid blended with the body the moment it was ingested.

More importantly, a significant portion of the essence liquid was sent through the bloodstream to the brain area, specifically nourishing consciousness.

It even gave Han Dong a sense of floating into ecstasy, reaching an unprecedented peak in his consciousness state.

His entire body actually lifted off the ground after drinking the bottle of liquid, with numerous Tentacles extending from the back of his head, swaying joyfully.

“If the [three tasks] I've requested are complete, you are now ready to open the door… Since I am your guide for the Opening the gate, I will cover the costs of your Body remaining here during the Open Door Period.”

“Senior, don't I need to go to a department in the Black Tower to register before Opening the gate, or use some device or Portal to go to the opening area?”

“There's no need for that; those things are only somewhat helpful to the ordinary individual… If you are ready, just let your consciousness go to the rooted point of your Talent Tree and choose [Opening the gate].”

Chapter end

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