After returning to his cage, Wild was silent for a moment, the darkness covering his face, and he couldn't see any expression.

Today's events were something Wilde didn't expect, and the result was that he almost let the plan out of his control, which was like someone stabbed him in the chest with a knife, less than a millimeter from his heart.

This is probably what it feels like to be stuck in your throat.

All sorts of thoughts crossed his mind, and Wild's face was cloudy.

The threat given to Iger was only a temporary act of desperation, and Wild and Wild understood from an early age that the agreement or cooperation was based on the condition that both parties wanted to maintain balance.

That is, if one day Iger doesn't want to live, or... found an opportunity to kill yourself, and then this agreement will be shattered in an instant.

But another possibility is not ruled out, Iger never had the idea of exposing today's events, otherwise he would not have chosen to hide silently after discovering Wilder's actions, but spoke out.

But Wilder didn't dare to gamble, and it was never his style to put threats to himself on a soothing fantasy.

The flickering and fleeting thoughts in his eyes finally turned into a rough plan in his mind, and the killing intent subsided, and Wilde got up and walked into the depths.

If Egger could be a docile rabbit for the next four years, he wouldn't mind giving the other man a chance...

……

The prison escape turmoil was a farce as Wild expected, and the boring prison life always needed some spice to spice it up.

Whether it is a criminal or a jailer, no one will reject this innocuous farce, the old guy can't make waves, everyone knows it.

Therefore, from the escape to the final execution of the arrest, the whole process can be said to be a tense and exciting drama, at least, no one is dissatisfied with this drama.

The swamp plays a silent role in this farce, and no one knows that there is a hidden mastermind in this farce.

It was the only thing Wild was satisfied with, if it weren't for Egger's business.

The days always pass quietly, and Wild's plans are secretly carried out every day.

Thin lines of swamp cut through the cracks in the aisles and into the gaps in the corners of the empty cages.

Silent transformations are underway.

In the depths of the cage, Wilde sat cross-legged on the ground, and beneath him was a swamp from which a straight line stretched to the opposite side, connecting the swamp in the crack.

Constant practice is the best way to master a skill.

Through these days of non-stop assimilation of the interior of the floor, Wild Wild found that his control over the swamp had grown considerably.

However, the biggest and most unexpected gain for Wild Wild was in the property of swamp assimilation.

Wilde knew how hard it was to swamp the environment into a swamp.

Maybe it's because there's an urgent goal, or maybe it's because of the increased ability to control the swamp fruit.

Wilder, who could have assimilated an environment the size of a mung bean into a swamp in a second, can now assimilate a palm-sized environment in an instant.

Don't underestimate this degree.

If allowed, WILD and Wild Flavors could completely swamp an environment of tens of square meters in ten minutes.

"It seems that if you want to increase the power of the fruit, you need to develop and practice it continuously."

"It's like a rusty lock, you need to shovel the rust bit by bit before it can be opened unimpeded, and this process is development and control?" Wilder looked thoughtful, but quickly shook his head to himself, rejecting the idea.

The control and development of the ability of the swamp fruit is a difficult process, which Wild has long experienced, the development of the fruit is not just what you want, everything must be based on the ability of the fruit itself.

"It's not so much about development as it's about excavation, digging up roads that already exist, but are buried by countless rocks."

"This process of excavation is development, and only when the stones of a whole road are cleared can we fully possess the ability that this road represents, and at that time, it is necessary to gain strong control through practice to show its power and form."

Or ...... Each Devil Fruit's ability has a certain foundation, and these foundations are the essence and framework of the ability, and they are like a road that is half-covered by rocks, and they don't need to be mastered or developed to be used. ”

"Some people are willing to use these foundations, and some people want to make them stronger, so they rack their brains to develop and strengthen them."

"So the same Devil Fruit ability is used in the hands of different people, and it is different in terms of power and method."

Wild's eyes flickered with the comprehension of the Devil Fruit that crossed his mind.

"The smoothness and width of the roads, the number and length of the roads..."Wilde mused, thinking about it in order to provide a guiding light for the development of his Devil Fruit abilities.

If his understanding is correct, then following this line of thought, Wild can make it easier for him to grasp the essence of the swamp fruit.

Wilde looked expectant.

……

The flowing swamp was continuously fed into the cracks in the floor in Wild's thoughts.

Carrying out this project not only brought Wild Wild an understanding of fruit development and progress in the assimilation of the swamp, but also made it easier for him to shape and control the swamp.

Basically, Wild Flavors can now manipulate swamps into all sorts of shapes at will.

As more and more swamps were assimilated inside the floor, the speed of assimilation was gradually accelerating, and the huge floor was filled with a large number of swamps, but the surface of the floor did not show any change.

For the rest of the day, Wild tried to keep a low profile, keeping quiet every day, except for eating.

In fact, most of the criminals who have been locked up in the city for a long time have behaved like this, so no one sees anything wrong with it.

The jailer who delivered the meal occasionally looked at him with a wary look, but Wild didn't care too much, he was thinking about the feasibility of another plan.

If you can......

Looking at the back of the departing jailer, Wild's mouth gradually opened in an eerie arc.

"Uh-huh, hehe..."

A low laugh echoed through the prison, and Wild's eyes cast a light called ambition, mad and violent.