As the words fell, Wild's body spread out in a swamp, and a dozen thin lines of swamp surged along different cracks towards the cage opposite.

Time was of the essence, and Wild had to get to the opposite side before the jailer noticed the anomaly in the hallway.

Unlike the last operation, the thin lines of more than a dozen swamps can hide from the video phone bug, but they definitely can't hide from the passing jailers.

The purpose of letting go of the old guy is not only to solve his trouble, but also to pave the way for this time.

Getting the old guy to lure the jailers elsewhere is the first step, and the other is the empty cage.

Until there are no new criminals arriving, the cage on the opposite side will be empty for a short time, and that's what Wilder wants in the end.

Only the vacant cage would give him enough time to complete the ongoing work.

As for the cage that belongs to him...

I'm sorry, but Wild Wild Flavors never puts himself under a dangerous wall, and before the four years come, he won't touch anything that might reveal his condition, and he will try to avoid it if he can, which is his usual style.

"Gollum..."

"Gollum...!"

The sound of an extremely sticky bubble bursting sounded intermittently in the dark and uninhabited space.

Before I knew it, in the empty and dark cage, a swamp was gradually twisting and condensing into a half-human form on the cold floor.

Wild's eyes emerged from the swamp, his lower body was a swamp that spread open, his gaze swept around the empty cage, and only then did Wild's gaze relax a little after he found that there was no abnormality.

So... Start planning!

The swampy body flowed slowly towards the darker depths, until at the end of the darkness, and in the most hidden corners, Wild's body surged and regained its form.

"Shionuma!"

With a snort, Wild's right hand slammed into the floor with a swamp of mud, his eyes almost cracking open at this moment, staring at the floor that had been smashed by his punch.

The swamp surged like a frenzied swarm towards the crevice.

The gap, which was originally less than two millimeters wide, was squeezed by these swamps and expanded to a centimeter wide in less than three seconds.

Wilder could clearly feel the flow of a large amount of swamp secreted from his right hand, and this flow was well squeezed by him in an area, preventing it from exploding and spreading.

But it was still particularly difficult for the current Wild to maintain this control, and he violated the nature of the swamp's flow, allowing the swamps that should have spread in all directions to coalesce into a single force, compressing into a single area, and the destructive force of the squeezing brought by it not only gave the swamps a strong pressure to hold the floor up, but also put him under great pressure.

If it weren't for the last resort, WILD Flavors and Specialty Ingredients would never have chosen to complete the first step of the project in this way.

In terms of attack power alone, the swamp may not be strong, but to say that the swamp itself does not carry destructive power will never admit such a thing.

The weight of the swamp itself, combined with the flow force, as long as Wilde controlled these at a single point would be enough for him to break away a small piece of the floor, but only if a large amount of swamp was released in an instant, and only then would the weight impact be enough to do so.

But that would inevitably lead to a big commotion, which was not what he wanted.

The ultimate goal of all his plans is to improve his strength as soon as possible in the past four years, and no one will notice the abnormality.

And what he is doing now is for this, choosing a cage that does not belong to him and arranging everything, no matter what happens in the future, no one will suspect him.

The surging swamp had succeeded in invading silently in the crack, and the crack had been stretched open by a one-centimeter opening, and had remained so wide that it had not widened any further.

The next thing is to connect the swamps in these cracks, and slowly control them to turn the interior of this place into a swamp.

"Uh-huh, hehe..."

Wild couldn't help but let out a low laugh, a trick he had suddenly thought of a while ago.

He had been ignoring one of the most terrifying aspects of the Swamp Fruit, until he suddenly remembered a scene from the original book and realized what he had done! Almost missed something!

In Wild's mind, the most terrible of the many properties of the bog fruit itself is its infinite containment.

But that was before, and now, Wild's mind has one more of the most terrible traits of the swamp fruit.

A feature that can rival infinite accommodation, and in some cases even more terrifying-

Assimilation!

A terrifying trait that can instantly swamp the surrounding environment!

Wilde remembers that the user of the swamp fruit used this trick in the original book, changing the surrounding environment into a swamp in a short period of time.

But Wild Wild, through his own memories and personal attempts, found that he could not do so.

To be precise, it is not only time-consuming, but also very difficult to do.

Wild Wild T

Countless attempts and thoughts seemed to inspire something, and Wild could not figure out why, only that at that moment it seemed that there was a smoother path between himself and the swamp.

After many days of practice, Wild and Wild finally developed a shoddy version of the Swamp Assimilation ability two days ago.

This assimilation ability only allows him to control the environmental swamping of a place on a small scale, and it doesn't take much longer.

In terms of performance, WILD Flavors and Specialty Ingredients can currently swamp an environment the size of a green bean in a second.

Therefore, this is also Wild's choice in desperation, if he can assimilate the environment in an instant, he will not have to spend so much effort to implement this plan.

Leaving the swamp in the crack, Wild has completed the first step of the plan, and the next step is to return to his own cage, put a long line, and let the swamp in the crack assimilate the inside of the floor.

Wild's body turned into a swamp again, divided into a dozen thin threads, and returned to his cage along the cracks in the ground.

Listening to the symphony of the prisoners' carnival in his ears, the scene of the chase between the old guy and the jailer, Wild's face couldn't help but set up a wanton smile.

"Monster-like abilities."

"You're the guy next door, aren't you?"

A flat voice came from the other side of the wall, and Wild's body stiffened slightly, and then returned to normal, but the smile on his face had turned into ice, piercing and cold.