My Cell Prison Chapter 1278

Chapter 1278: Chapter 1277: Qualifications Chapter 1278: Chapter 1277: Qualifications Falling into the Abyss.

Han Dong had forsaken everything, even forgetting his own name and what kind of life form he belonged to.

To ensure he could withstand the pressure brought by the Abyss and accept its truth, Han Dong retained only “Vision” and “the part of his thinking used to accept Truth.”

“Is it over? Why do I feel like the truth has not been fully explained, and there is much content yet to be presented?”

The gradually balancing track allows the roller coaster to gently come to a stop at the very bottom.

This means that Han Dong's acceptance of truth has also come to a temporary halt.

In the lowest level of the Abyss, there is no pressure, and Han Dong can slowly nurture himself and recover his condition here.

Of course, the recovery process is still quite slow.

His completely collapsed, indescribable flesh incarnation nearly fused with the roller coaster, needing slow separation and reorganization.

His brain's thinking is slowly digging out past memories, recalling his name, identity, and various experiences.

Staying on as a teacher, death from cancer, rebirth in prison, life as a knight…

During the recollection, his body also integrates itself under the effect of the “Black Vortex.”

Evolved organs being placed in the correct positions in the body,
Rearranging blood vessels to achieve basic internal circulation,
Reconstructing bones to provide structural support for the body,
Muscles, skin, and fat layer differentiation, slowly restoring completeness to the body.

This entire process takes a full seven days and nights, finally forming a long-haired, emaciated individual with all memories reclaimed… except too weak to even stand up from the roller coaster.

At this moment, the reconstruction of taste is completed.

Breathing in, Han Dong draws a wisp of scent into his nostrils.

“What's this smell? So fragrant…”

The fragrance originates from the flesh beneath the roller coaster.

Don't mistake it for piled-up dead pork; this scent is even more exquisite than the rare delicacies Han Dong has ever tasted.

Weakness, hunger, and energy deficiency.

Instinct drives Han Dong to bite into the flesh of the roller coaster, devouring it heartily.

In no time, the several hundred pounds of flesh are consumed, filling his energy, and his consciousness is no longer weak; the gaunt appearance has all vanished.

Condition recovered to around 70%.

“This! I must thank the creator when there's a chance.

Never expected the Flesh Capsule bestowed upon me to possess dual functions… Otherwise, my acceptance of truth during the fall, as well as my current recovery, would both encounter problems.”

His gaze sweeps ahead, capturing information with utmost efficiency.

“Isn't the lowest level supposed to be the Mythical Field? As expected, it's not that simple… There is no truth here, nor is there the conscious pressure given by the Abyss, the only special feature is the Stone tablet standing in the very center.

Perhaps this stone tablet has a close connection with Myth Construction.”

Han Dong now nearly recovered, has no further concerns, heading straight towards the stone tablet.

He has completed “Opening the gate,” and upon returning to the Demon World, he will meet his old friends as either an “Ancestor Body” or an “Elite knight.”

Successfully catching up with the pace of the London game.

“What exactly is this…” Han Dong standing in front of the stone tablet, still could not see anything special.

However.

As he placed his right hand on the surface of the stone tablet.

Buzz!

The stone tablet's surface automatically carves out [three] grooves.

At the same time, an extremely ancient voice directly reaches Han Dong's brain:
“It has been a very long time since someone has reached the lowest level of the Abyss of Truth through the 'Fate System.'
Although you have accepted aid from the outer, it is essentially by relying on your own strength that you came to the lowest level and fully embraced all the truth accessible at this stage.

Your [Potential] has been recognized, and I shall grant you the qualifications of the 'New King.'”
Having said this.

A Stone Crown emerged between the stone tablets, descending onto Han Dong's head and gradually merging with and disappearing into his skull.

For Han Dong, there was no sensation of any change in power, only a subtle perception, a subjective feeling similar to an elevation in status.

He hastily inquired with his consciousness:
“New King…what does this mean?”

“Individuals who reach the bottom upon their first opening the gate, their potential will be recognized as 'may be crowned King in the future', thereby receiving the title of 'New King'.

Such titles will reserve a throne for you.

When you reach the sufficient standard, the world you belong to will reserve a throne for you in advance.

You should be well aware, a throne is extremely important and scarce for a world; such titles will exempt you from competition, and also provide you with certain coronation privileges.”

Although this was a good thing for Han Dong, there was a bigger question in his heart.

“May I ask, I have a friend who received the title of 'New King' before opening the gate, how is this possible?”

The ancient voice inside the stone tablet was rather cooperative and answered Han Dong's question directly.

“There is only one possibility for receiving the title before opening the gate.

Your friend must have been recognized by a certain New King, who transferred the title to him at the cost of his own life.

It must be a very interesting individual.”

“Understood.”

Facing such an ancient existence, it was quite good to get additional answers, and Han Dong did not ask any further.

The related instructions had ended, the ancient consciousness disconnected from the stone tablet, leaving only Han Dong, deep in thought, standing there.

“New King…I did not expect that the 'reward' for coming to the bottom of the Abyss would be this!

This makes the secrets behind Dumps even more complex; unexpectedly, a New King voluntarily sacrificed himself to transfer the title to him.

I'll ask him about it when I get back.

The matters regarding the New King are not needed now, better to check the current situation.”

Han Dong touched the three grooves on the surface of the stone tablet.

“These grooves should correspond to the upgrade path of the Fate System.

From the Ancestor Body to the Mythic Body transition, the requirement for upgrade has been reduced from 'five points' to 'three points'?

However, the difficulty of activating the grooves on the stone tablet is probably many times that of obtaining Talent Points.

Hmm…I'll consider these matters after the London game ends, but how do I go back?”

As Han Dong contemplated this idea.

Another roller coaster came to a stop at the bottom along the track, as if signaling that once Han Dong got on, he could leave this place.

The gate opening was over, and there was no need to stay here.

Rumble~
Riding the roller coaster, as it ascended the tracks of the Abyss without any more pressure from the Abyss.

Moreover, he left this place in just five minutes.

This may have a lot to do with the instability of space and time… or perhaps the Abyss at this level had come under his own control when Han Dong fell to the bottom layer.

The top end no longer corresponded to an amusement park,
The mouth of the Abyss kept shrinking during the ascent, and in the end, it turned into a “tree hole” that Han Dong could barely squeeze through.

Han Dong, climbing through the tree hole, came directly into the inner trunk of the Talent Tree.

“So to say, the Abyss is now my possession…belongs to my Consciousness Space!

I can go through the tree hole to the bottom of the Abyss at any time and carry out subsequent upgrades through the stone tablet? Quite interesting.”

Han Dong suppressed the corners of his mouth curling up, stuck close to the crevice, and left the tree trunk.

Outside, Count, who had been waiting for a long time, had already written a “congratulatory speech”.

He was preparing to read it in an impassioned manner, when he suddenly caught sight of an ethereal crown, suspended above Han Dong's head.

An instinctual awe spread within the Count, and his legs weakened, kneeling on the ground.

He even made the most devout kneeling gesture.

Chapter end

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