thefictionvixens Chapter 163 Training Ground
Chapter 163 Training Ground
Outside the cell, Noah's screams reached the ears of the two girls clearly.
Their faces turned pale instantly, and they quickened their pace in unison, almost jogging forward.
Only after leaving that area for some distance did the two, still shaken, slow their pace slightly.
"That voice..." the short-haired girl said, still shaken.
The girl with the ponytail said in a low voice, "He's finished!"
She paused, glanced back at the deep, dark corridor, her tone tinged with lingering fear and relief:
"Luckily... we're women. Men... probably wouldn't be able to resist this 'beauty trap'."
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Studio:
"Lust is a knife hanging over one's head; the ancients were right!"
"What a waste! This Noah's Ark meal was completely devoured as a 'snack' before we even got a taste!"
"He insisted on rushing headlong into the gates of hell, and there was no way to stop him. He's truly a model of courting death."
"Phantom's 'service'...it's true what they say, the free stuff is always the most expensive!"
"So, in this weird place, if you can't control your lower body, your upper body will have to move too. Of course, except for my brother Feng—he's this one (thumbs up)!"
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Noon, canteen.
Takashi Kamishiro's eyes scanned the tables with a look of anxiety.
Since Noah's death, he has once again become all alone. The afternoon's two-person patrol mission is imminent. If he can't find a partner, what awaits him is direct erasure at the rule level!
My gaze finally settled on the table by the window—a man with a buzz cut was engrossed in eating, his black earring gleaming coldly under the cafeteria's incandescent lights.
He sat casually, one foot on the chair next to him, his forearm showing several hideous scars, and the steak on his plate was shoved to pieces with his fork, exuding a menacing aura that kept strangers at bay.
Ryuichi Kamishiro took a deep breath, picked up his plate, and quickly walked over to sit down in the chair opposite the man.
The other person raised their eyes—eyes bloodshot and their gaze swept across Ryuichi Kamishiro's handsome face like hooks.
"Um...are you alone?" Ryuichi Kamishiro's voice was a little tense. "The afternoon patrol requires two people, and I don't have a partner yet. If you're also..."
"Okay." The man with the buzz cut suddenly spoke. He put down his fork, leaned forward, and placed his hands on the table, instantly creating a sense of oppression.
"Teaming up with you is fine, but there's no such thing as a free lunch. You have to... give me something in return."
His gaze slowly swept over Ryuichi Kamishiro's face, then slid down his neck, his eyes sticky and blatant.
Ryuichi Kamishiro felt a sudden tightness in his anus, and a chill ran up his tailbone.
In the underground societies of Japan, he had seen too many eyes like that—undisguised predatory desire.
"I...I'm injured." Ryuichi Kamishiro hurriedly took half an inch back. "Last night I broke rule 4 in the bathroom and got injured. I can't do any heavy work right now."
The man with the buzz cut chuckled and scratched the stubble on his chin:
"I didn't say you had to do heavy work."
His gaze locked onto Ryuichi Kamishiro's face again, and he licked his lower lip. "Your face is quite to my liking—by the way, are your lips injured?"
"You!" Ryuichi Kamishiro's cheeks flushed red instantly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and he stood up abruptly.
"Don't go too far! I need a partner to complete the mission, and you need someone to make up the numbers. It's a win-win situation for us!"
The man with the buzz cut was completely unconcerned about Ryuichi Kamishiro's anger. He leaned back in his chair, hands in his pockets, looking utterly indifferent.
"Anyway, I'm just a worthless life. It's better to die in this godforsaken place, so I don't have to go back and face that mess. I can also reincarnate sooner!"
He paused, deliberately drawing out his words, "But you, if you still can't find a partner this afternoon, you know what the consequences will be, right?"
Ryuichi Kamishiro's body collapsed instantly. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the struggle in his eyes had been replaced by a resolute determination.
He slowly sat down, his voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum: "...Okay, I promise you."
The man with the buzz cut grinned, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth: "That's more like it! Hurry up and eat, I'm... getting impatient!"
Ryuichi Kamishiro's knuckles were white as he gripped the fork. He stopped looking at the other person and mechanically stuffed the food from the plate into his mouth, bite by bite.
Time flowed viscously in silence.
Once Ryuichi Kamishiro's plate was completely empty, the man with the buzz cut said "go" and stood up first.
Ryuichi Kamishiro stood up as well, and the two walked one after the other towards the recycling area, the plates making a hollow, soft sound as they collided with the metal countertop.
There was no conversation, yet their steps were strangely synchronized.
The two walked through the noisy cafeteria and came to the restroom outside the cafeteria.
The man with the buzz cut opened the innermost cubicle, turned to the side, and gestured for Ryuichi Kamishiro to proceed...
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The afternoon patrol went without incident; Lin Feng, Wasim, and Ryuichi Kamishiro's three groups all passed safely.
At four o'clock, the silence of the Abyss Prison was broken by a shrill broadcast:
"All off-duty trainee guards, assemble at the training ground within five minutes. Repeat, assemble at the training ground, immediately!"
In dormitory 107, the three people who were resting looked at each other in bewilderment.
Ryuichi Kamishiro frowned. "We don't expect more training, do we?"
Wasim stretched his shoulders: "Very likely. In prison, the word 'training' is more common than eating and drinking."
"I know where it is," Lin Feng said quickly, "I paid attention to the signs when I went to the administration building."
The three quickly left the D prison area, bypassed several low buildings, and a square area surrounded by high gray walls came into view.
The ground was compacted, hard soil mixed with coarse sand, and some rusty training equipment was scattered around the edge of the field.
Climbing nets, low obstacle walls, and a few old tires half-buried in the ground.
A shooting target stands in the distance.
The afternoon sun slanted in, but was cut off by the high wall, casting huge shadows on the ground.
The platform is located on the north side of the site and is a simple concrete platform.
Instructor Qin Yue, dressed in a crisp military green uniform, was already standing there.
Half a step behind her, Deputy Warden Leng Meng stood like her shadow. The two of them stood there like two cold sculptures, their gazes slowly sweeping over the still bewildered faces that were gradually gathering below the stage.
"Assemble!" Qin Yue's voice, though delivered without a megaphone, clearly pierced everyone's eardrums.
"Thirty seconds. Line up by height. Begin now."
A commotion erupted in the audience as people jostled, scrambled for seats, and whispered questions.
Qin Yue simply stared coldly at her watch.
When the last person managed to squeeze into the crooked line, thirty seconds had just passed.
Instead of immediately commenting on the terrible queue, she slowly strolled to the edge of the stage, her gaze sweeping from the front to the back of the line as if it were barbed.
"Rookies," her voice finally rang out, "welcome to the Abyss's garbage dump—and you are the latest batch of waste in dire need of sorting!"