After untying the old man's handcuffs, Wild walked to the door and thought for a moment to unlock the door, but did not open it, and remained in its original form.

After struggling for a while, the old guy had entered a state of extreme hypoxia, and his struggles became weaker.

Wild's head didn't know either, and his right hand had turned into a swamp and was attached to the old guy.

"Goo... Goo..."

The swamp on the old fellow's body began to wriggle and was transported back into his body through the mire of Wild's right hand.

At the same time, Wild's body also turned into a swamp, turning into a thread and hiding in the cracks in the ground.

As for the old guy on the ground who was unconscious due to lack of oxygen...

The corners of Wild's mouth couldn't help but hook, he believed that when the old guy woke up and found that the handcuffs in his hands had been undone, he would be curious about the situation of the cell door.

So... Then there will be a good show.

Wilde withdrew the smile on the corner of his mouth, and his gaze became deep and restrained: "Once the show starts, my chance will come." ”

Back in his cage, Wild sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes, this time he did not stay in the depths of the cage, but sat in the open not far from the prison door.

He was thinking that this action had made him discover some of the shortcomings of his Devil Fruit abilities.

"The binding force and stickiness are very strong, which is a big advantage, once the enemy is stuck in the swamp, it is difficult to have a chance to get out, but the disadvantage is that the quality of the mire is too soft, and it does not have a strong attack ability, and it is easy to become a chicken rib if the agile opponent binding does not work."

"There is also the problem of shaping, the fluid is not easy to control, and it will collapse when it encounters an impact blow."

So...

Wilde opened his eyes, and he had already decided what he wanted to do now, not to mention the development of other characteristics, these two weaknesses of the swamp fruit must be broken as soon as possible.

As for the development of other directions, as long as it is within the characteristics of the swamp, Wild Wild believes that it will appear as the use of his own fruit ability increases.

He wasn't used to letting himself have weaknesses, and if he had to choose between using more abilities and eliminating weaknesses, he would choose the latter first.

Still, neither of these weaknesses could be overcome in a moment, and Wild understood that, like his plans for the future, it would be a big project, even... Far exceeding.

"How do you make a swamp switch between hard and soft? Uh-huh, hehehe... I don't have a clue. Wild couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, intrigued by the challenge of his idea.

Wilde had a good habit of putting it on hold for a while, and soon he put aside the idea of controlling the swamp and turned to the second problem.

"The problem of shaping is control and some subtle changes to the nature of the mire, both of which are aimed at better serving and collaborating with each other, and the latter has some relevance to the soft and hard problems of the mire."

"That is... To solve the problem of shaping, it is necessary to change the nature of the mire while controlling it better, so that it can produce a change that will help it. ”

"It's a big head! Wilde had a look of both helplessness and excitement.

Wild had a hunch that as soon as he solved the first shaping problem, the first soft-hardened problem would not be far from being solved.

"Uh-huh, hehe... I can't help it, let's get started. Wilder got up and walked towards the depths of the cage, glancing across the cage before turning around, but there was no movement.

Time flies like a white horse, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Wild, who had been staring at the other side, found that the old guy on the other side was showing signs of restlessness.

Looking at the old guy on the other side pretending to be walking around the cell door from time to time with a pair of handcuffs that had long since ceased to work, Wilde couldn't help but smile inexplicably.

Uh-huh, hehehe...

So... How many days can you endure it?

Wilder wanted to see what choice a person would make in the face of a person who said to others not to be delusional about escaping.

Or what kind of performance is there?

After watching it for a while, Wild turned around and plunged into the darkness, playing with cats and mice was his hobby, but it was insignificant compared to becoming stronger, and the two would not be inseparable from him at all.

The reason for the concern is only that the next plan needs his cooperation.

He will never relax on the two weaknesses that the swamp fruit currently appears, time will never be enough for Wild, and it is a joke to escape from Advance City without enough strength, with that man here, escape requires strong strength to support.

Back in the depths of the dark cage, Wilder immediately threw himself into training the fruit's abilities.

The body turned into a swamp and spread in the darkness, and Wild's exploration increased his control and understanding of the fruit's abilities bit by bit.

Time passed silently, and there was a swamp spreading equally silently in the darkness, and Wild had basically achieved further control of the swamp.

The swamps that turned his body into threads were no longer difficult for him, whether it was the swamp of his body itself, or the more swamps he secreted, Wild Wild was able to skillfully control them into a line, and was able to make it move steadily with its own control or make slow movements.

At this point, the question of shaping is the first to be made, but it is far from enough, what Wild wants is the kind of real shaping, the kind that makes the fingers.

"Click!"

Wilder was controlling the flow of the lower half of his body, when suddenly his ears moved, and a slight sound came to his ears.

The body quickly coalesced into a human form, and Wild's eyes looked in the direction of the cell door, and he was about to make a move, when a long alarm suddenly sounded throughout the lv2 floor.

The door of the cell door on the opposite side had been completely opened, and Wilde walked out of the darkness, looking at the empty cage inside where the old guy had long since disappeared, and a trace of excitement, excitement, and suppressed smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

"Finally... I still can't help it. ”

The old guy's escape soon caused a restlessness on the entire lv2 floor, and the murderer door grabbed the iron cage and let out an excited cry.

The jailer was looking for the old fellow, and Wilde watched the bustle unmoved.

On both sides of the aisle, there are caged murderers roaring and roaring, there are hideous laughter, there are excited, revelry, they are lucky enough to have a bad day, so they revelry.

Yes, no one has other ideas, there are those who cheer for the old guys, there are those who cheer for the jailers, but there are no people who want to take advantage of it.

Wilde glanced curiously at the cage across the wall, which was surprisingly quiet.

Wilder remembered that there was a criminal in custody, and as for why he didn't yell like the other criminals? Wilde says it's not something he wants to care about.

The restlessness in the prison had reached its peak completely, and the smile on Wild's lips grew stronger and stronger, and his eyes fell on the empty cage opposite.

"So... Let's go. ”