My Cell Prison-Chapter 2156 - 2153: It’s Here

A highly secretive compressed space, S-01.

The interior is a spacious circular structure,

including the president, over half of the committee members and their subordinate agents are sleeping here, attempting to fully explore and invade the special [Dreamlands].

Although they have already achieved quite a good result,

at this moment,

all the out-of-control individuals sleeping in bed woke up at the same time.

With expressions of extreme shock, they looked at each other and began to communicate verbally.

Just now,

their extremely convenient and also supervisory [Intranet System] was completely cut off.

The "sub-brains" set between the committee members’ brains have all become ownerless, unable to serve the function of thought supervision.

The president’s face was filled with blue veins:

"How is this possible!? Hidden Brain... how could there be an incident!?

And on the eve of losing contact, Goodman also sent out a very dangerous signal, his aura extremely weak.

Even if they were defeated, they absolutely had a chance to escape, why did something happen to them at the same time? What exactly happened?"

The president could not comprehend the sudden occurrence.

Hidden Brain was his most trusted subordinate, with his strength greatly acknowledged, he could not be easily killed... As long as Hidden Brain had a thought, he could transmit consciousness to any sub-brain, regenerating perfectly.

To kill Hidden Brain, the following conditions need to be simultaneously satisfied:

1. Determine the brain where Hidden Brain’s main consciousness is located.

2. Before the main consciousness transfers, absolutely seal the brain where the consciousness resides.

3. The Brain Domain level cannot be lower than Hidden Brain, or you have equivalent mental defense means.

The president, suppressing the irritation in his heart, spoke with as calm a tone as possible:

"When the intranet was cut, Goodman still had some aura remaining,

the situation with Hidden Brain is unknown, most likely completely locked at the Brain Domain level.

Everyone... come with me! If Goodman and Hidden Brain are our important combat strength, if they also lose contact completely, then this game, we simply cannot play it.

We will undoubtedly become slaves to the Demons."

At this time, there was simply no strategy to speak of,

the president had to bet everything, adopting the most extreme combat plan.

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[Incident Point] 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"What is going on?"

Han Dong, who happened to break free from the Brain Domain constraints and pulled away a sufficient distance, was equally shocked by the situation in front of him,

a briefcase enveloping the two halves of Goodman’s head and Hidden Brain’s body.

Through spiritual perception, Han Dong could faintly capture that Hidden Brain seemed to be struggling madly inside, but no matter what, couldn’t break free from the briefcase’s restraint.

"No, it’s not just the constraint of the briefcase! There’s something else!"

In a state of ’Necromancy’, Han Dong vaguely sensed a strong homology through the briefcase.

"Is it the brain remnant page’s suppressive effect on the brain?

Could it be, this is Goodman’s deliberately left ’remedial measure’!?

Must stop this process! Otherwise, I will definitely lose!"

At this moment,

a strong sense of unprecedented crisis and fear surged in Han Dong’s heart.

This feeling urged him to step forward,

however,

Han Dong, having already exhausted his physical strength from fighting with Goodman, plus the recent spiritual impact from Hidden Brain... could only stumble forward two steps before toppling over.

His body functions began to decline,

his hair gradually turning from grey to black.

"Hold on!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Han Dong spared no cost.

The few remaining source liquid stored in the prison world’s cesspool was completely absorbed by Han Dong,

his hair turned back to grey, barely stabilizing his physical state.

At present,

Han Dong no longer had any cards in his hand, the only thing he could do was do whatever it takes to stop the ongoing ’fusion’ before him.

Just then,

a rather magnetic voice came from within his brain, Han Dong’s shadow trembled along with the voice.

’Han Dong, I’ve changed my mind! The situation before us necessitates our collective organization... Furthermore, Tom Penny also greatly despises Goodman’s actions and is willing to provide assistance.’

’If I could have asked for your help, I would have done so long ago.

But the rules of the [Final Game] cannot be violated; once I seek help from you, I will be branded as a violator.’

But... at a time like this, there’s really no room for much consideration.

Let me first try to interrupt the fusion process happening with the briefcase, if things get out of control then I’ll trouble Mr. Teacher and Mr. Penny to take timely action.’

Mr. Teacher, equally panicked,

watching the grotesque scene of the briefcase ’wrapping the head,’ he felt a strong sense of crisis, ’I also don’t want to die here...’

Buzz!

Han Dong tore open a vortex of origin direct to Goodman’s front.

Just as he was about to take a step forward.

A bizarre scene unfolded,

Goodman, with his head covered by a briefcase, suddenly raised his left arm... his palm and fingers coordinated to form a mysterious magnetic field that forcibly sealed the outlet of the Vortex of Origin.

Immediately after,

there was a commotion from inside the briefcase!

Brain matter surged out like a tidal wave, too fast to react... directly forming an enormous "brain membrane field" that sealed off the entire area.

Only he and Han Dong were enveloped within it, rejecting any external interference.

Han Dong’s connection with the outside world was severed at that moment.

Even the [Chaos Casino], covertly monitoring the battlefield, suffered significant signal interference, causing a disruption in the transmitted real-time footage with some delay.

"Damn! It’s too late..."

Han Dong couldn’t help but swallow hard.

He knew that the ’mysterious process’ inside the briefcase had concluded, and he was about to witness the birth of an extremely terrifying entity.

Rules or no rules, Han Dong transmitted to Mr. Teacher:

"Teacher, just observe first! Goodman doesn’t know about your and Mr. Penny’s existence; wait until the last moment... until the very last moment to launch a surprise attack.

The entity about to appear is more terrifying than Goodman of the past."

"Hmm, I’ll wait for the right moment... make sure you don’t just die right away!"

Sigh...

Han Dong took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down,

since he couldn’t interrupt it,

he decided to use this brief time to rest, gulping down the rich brain fluid of the ghouls.

The Great Demon Eye was fixated on ’Goodman’.

With the formation of the "brain membrane barrier,"

Goodman slowly removed the briefcase from his head, carrying it in his usual manner.

What was revealed,

was a new, clean, and confidently filled face.

He looked like a standard middle-aged man who had just enjoyed a perfect vacation, ready to focus seriously on work, with a morning coffee in hand.

Simultaneously,

a modular halo hovered above Goodman’s head, like a true deity.

His gaze showed no emotional fluctuations,

there was no communication,

Goodman merely stared silently at Han Dong, who was thousands of meters away, retrieving a 9mm handgun from his briefcase.

As the lotus blossomed,

Han Dong began flickering and moving at an incredibly fast pace... however, no matter how he evaded, he constantly felt the gun muzzle aimed at his forehead.

"Precognitive foresight at a superior level, to what extent has this guy’s brain evolved? My ’movement trajectory’ is being predicted minutes ahead... Do I have no choice but to face it head-on?"

Just as Han Dong hadn’t yet established a defensive stance,

Bam!

The trigger was pulled.

A bizarre bullet, containing the particles of a half-life world and covered in brain tissue on its surface, was fired.

The feeling of death swept through his entire body,

Han Dong was completely unsure if the means he possessed could block this bullet.

"Teacher! Help!"

Yet,

Han Dong’s call for help was met with no response, and the shadow behind him remained motionless.

Even though he had previously agreed to coordinate with Mr. Teacher, he unexpectedly lost all contact.

Bang!

The multi-layered black sand barrier, branded with scarab beetles, was breached.

The bullet even pierced through the Vortex of Origin channel Han Dong created, in an attempt to deflect its trajectory.

In the end,

Han Dong could only raise the Demon Sword in defense.

Unexpectedly,

the bullet’s surface brain neurons acted as a guide,

a bullet that seemed destined to strike the Demon Sword suddenly curved perfectly, bypassing the sword, and heading toward Han Dong’s temple from the side.

"Teacher!!"

As Han Dong shouted,

Screech!

Something drilled out from deep within his ear canal.

A withered, rocky grey arm, riddled with tiny pores like chaos, suddenly extended from his ear... and with two fingers, it firmly caught the bullet.

At the same moment,

a notification from void space penetrated the brain membrane barrier, coming through intermittently.

"Hidden... domain - Terminal North Continent,

temporary personnel change... report as follows:

Upper Rank:

[Living Root of the Terminal North Continent, Beginning Worm - R.S]

Replaced with [First Element - Christopher J Green]"