D-132 only housed fourteen inmates. Considering that most other Unit D cell blocks had over a hundred prisoners, that was obviously a very low number. In fact, it was such a low number that it didn’t take any effort for Xu Qing to memorize the details of every single prisoner.14

When the door of D-132 opened and the smell of decay emerged, Xu Qing looked quietly at the entrance, observing. Beyond the door, it was pitch black.0

After a moment of thought, Xu Qing stepped inside. Once he was in the darkness, the cell block door slammed shut behind him. The sound echoed into the ears of the jailers, filling their hearts with astonishment.1

Inside the darkness of D-132, the only sounds to be heard were Xu Qing’s footsteps. He didn’t use his jailer’s authority to light the lamps in the cell block. That was because he preferred this darkness to light. It suited him more. After all, he preferred moving about in the shadows.11

When he adjusted to the darkness, everything was murky, but he was able to see. Just like the cell block where he had slaughtered all the inmates, D-132 had a large open area in the middle surrounded by cells. Xu Qing walked the pathway that led past the cells. It was only when he reached the nineteenth cell that he stopped.1

There was an inmate in the cell. It was a figure seated cross-legged, back to Xu Qing, so tall that its head nearly touched the ceiling. It wore no clothing, but was covered with countless tentacles, some long, some short, all of which swayed back and forth and covered...1