The cells are dark and damp, and since this is a remote area where the artificial sun barely shines, the temperature in the prison often reaches sub-freezing, in which case the jailers of the celestial ring will discipline the convicts in a special way.

Each cell has matching beds, but the guards remove the blankets and sheets before going to bed each day, leaving the cold bed slats and ordering you to wash the floor with a mop. In the middle of the night, the cold will spread from the ground, grabbing the prisoner through the gap-filled, porous and loose bed boards, and you will put your arms around your shoulders, shivering, and gradually obliterating your reason under the torture of the cold, and just at the same time, the jailer will shout to you: Hey, get up, get to work.

At that moment you are immensely grateful to the jailer, at least in the workshop you can step on the sewing machine and lean against the lathe, and have a mechanical heat supply, it is better than gradually losing temperature and freezing to death in the cold.

After more than ten days of torture, when the jailer calls you to work again, you will naturally stop resisting, but breathe a sigh of relief.

The cold is much more terrible than the heavy labor.

It is the fear of death engraved in the genes of life. In fact, at the beginning of hypothermia, you don't feel uncomfortable, but feel very hot, start to unconsciously take off your clothes, and then the distance will be dizzy, freezing, heart failure, and finally heart arrest, a little bit of loss of sensation, and finally complete death.

The whole process of blood seems to be coagulated, frozen in the blood vessels, at first you keep shivering and rolling, trying to warm yourself, but in the end, the head is hot, you can't even think to maintain, the heat is a little bit broken, faintly hear someone shouting at you, but you can't distinguish a word.

After a long period of working in prison, the cold accelerates the body's metabolism, the fat on your thighs and buttocks will gradually fade, and finally turn into skinny skeletons, the dark vision and narrow and closed cage will destroy people's emotions, coupled with long-term high-intensity labor, it has caused serious damage to the mind and physical fitness, and countless prisoners have completely collapsed and gone crazy after being punished by the heavenly ring jailers.

In a sense, this is indeed a way to get out of prison.

However, instead of an insane asylum, they were sent to the operating table, with corneas of 3 million baht, a pair of kidneys of 1 million baht, and torsos that could be sold to the Hojo family's security group to fill mechanical circuits and transform into mechmen—their organs remained very healthy and unpolluted due to the long period of cold conditions and the prison's carefully tailored diet, and the prisoners' organs were often sent to the freezers of the upper echelons of the enterprise and taken at any time.

The Tianhuan jailers are very confident in their own scale and methods, for twenty years, no one has been able to withstand this kind of psychological and physical torture, they will also organize the prisoners to sing and dance, so that they gradually increase their trust in the prison, you and I will, the prisoners will even manage themselves, saving a lot of trouble.

However, in the face of the new inmates in room K-202, this tried and tested management education method failed for the first time.

Tick...... Tick......

The two jailers stood outside the door, listening to the sound of the water pipe bursting and seeping, waiting with their hands behind their backs, and begging each other to go out to work.

"It's been four hours." One of the guards whispered, "He's not going to freeze to death, is he?"

"No, the beta-level powerhouses may be more frost-resistant." The jailer said unconfidently.

This is the same as not saying it - as long as you are a human being, you will not be able to stand it for a long time in this cold and damp environment, once a proud samurai was thrown into prison, he withstood the torture through his strong body, but for the cold, only four days, he could not stand it.

That kind of damp and cold torture will penetrate directly into the joints, no one can bear that kind of pain, plus the cold bed, it will be painful and wail after a while, people with strong physiques are not machines, not to mention that before entering this prison, they have been injected with muscle relaxants, their extraordinary senses, should be more intense than the pain felt by ordinary people.

They were met with silence.

"It's not really going to die, is it?"

The jailer felt a panic in his heart, and immediately turned on the surveillance: in the black and white picture, a tall man

Zi sat quietly on the bed, his face was calm and calm, a layer of hoarfrost hung on his body, but he was not moved in the slightest, the man closed his eyes tightly, not knowing what he was thinking, but it was certain that he was not only alive, but all signals showed that he was still able to maintain the vigorous vitality of the beta order.

「…… It seems that we are worrying too much." A jailer lamented.

"This guy doesn't seem to be an ordinary person." Another added, "He's probably not far from the gamma step, and looking at the signal, it's like a furnace."

"Gretvor Nightsong...... Quasi-Gamma." The jailer pouted, "There have been more and more gamma steps lately, don't you think?"

"How so?"

"The Underworld Humanity has developed some kind of gamma-level biochemical beast, and the Grand Duke of Grett, who never made a move, suddenly showed his original form and easily destroyed half of the city, and Gretvo and his comrades were able to stop an army head-on, not to mention that we saw it with our own eyes, and he blocked the main cannon of the mobile armor...... The frost-plated Li Oz is even more incredible, and it is said that he single-handedly killed the frost-plated air force."

"You're thinking too much. There are such gamma novas in every era, but after they live for more than ten years, they will realize that this planet does not support their life form at all."

The jailers were trained in the Celestial Ring Formal Transcendent System, and they had a clear understanding of these issues.

"For example, you know that dinosaurs will go extinct, not because they were killed directly by meteorites, but because the ecology on which dinosaurs lived was destroyed, ferns extinct – herbivores that ate ferns extinct – predatory dinosaurs that ate herbivorous dinosaurs extinct."

The jailer lit a cigarette, and since Gretworth Nightsong wasn't dead, he didn't have to deal with him. His companion asked curiously, "What is a dinosaur?"

"You don't have to worry about it—anyway, the gamma level is like this, and the energy and environment of the Azure Star are not enough to support them to survive. Therefore, the gamma ranks that can really be called active and can exert the strength of the gamma rank are very precious and rare, and most of them are just lucky people who are promoted by chance, without a country, they will only be starved to death on the ground."

"It's really sad - these people are the same, even though His Majesty the King of the Rings is kind-hearted and allows the untouchables of the Celestial Ring to survive, they still shamelessly want more."

"Who's to say it isn't?"

He spat out the smoke ring and said sarcastically:

"So, they're doomed. The Chiban team thinks that they have mastered the power of the gamma level, so they can compete with the army? I really look down on 20's depleted uranium armor-piercing shells."

"Let's go, since he's okay, how about we go back and have a drink?"

"You kid hid moonshine again, didn't you? Iron bleating......"

The voices of the two laughing and scolding faded away, but the tall man's eyebrows in the cell became more and more furrowed.

Cold, damp, dark.

None of this can break him.

But in the dark, he felt a strange palpitation.

When he closed his eyes, the world was silent only for the sound of dripping water and frost condensation, and even his strong heartbeat was gradually swallowed up by the silence. However, his consciousness was more sober than ever.

「…… (whispering)"

Gradually, there was a faint call from his heart, which seemed to be some kind and gentle voice, and finally deduced into a sound that was almost musical under the association of his brain.

It was an indescribable melody, like the gentle itching of the wind on the skin, or the body wrapped in a hot spring, the steam slowly baptized, his consciousness became higher and higher, as if he was flying towards the sky, but man could not fly, and only when he stood on the earth did he feel alive.

「…… Wake up ......"

As his consciousness gradually soared, he seemed to see the red-black doomed sky, and the "blue sky" above it, which only existed in legends and history books, and the intense palpitations finally turned into an ardent call, not in any language, but directly imprinted in the bottom of his heart.

The strange echo finally expressed a complete meaning in the beautiful dark blue sky:

「

Wake up, jury man."

At that moment, his consciousness instantly sank back to the ground, and in the dark world in front of him, a low and mute voice as crisp and sonorous as a blade impact suddenly sounded:

"Black whale, I'm disappointed that you still don't understand your own 'qualities'."

For some reason, as soon as he heard the male voice, Gretvo Nightsong unconsciously thought of a creature he had never seen before, and it didn't exist on the Azure Star: the shark.

"You're here again."

Gretworth opened his eyes, and a pale, twisted figure seemed to be reflected in his blue eyes.

"I've said it many times - I'm not a black whale, do you want me to call you a white shark?"

Gretworth spoke without any tone, but no one seemed to feel any ill will on his part.

"You don't understand, you don't understand anything."

The white shark opened its arms, as if to pour out something passionately:

"Your talent, your race, your surname, your destiny—you must be killed by me, but not now, only when you fully awaken and comprehend your qualities as a Black Knight will you be qualified to fight me."

"I'm not interested in guessing riddles." Gretworth said to the pale figure, "I don't want to kill anyone unless you're going to hurt anyone."

"That's it! That's it!"

White Shark said excitedly, but then hysterically denied:

"No! Wrong! Not so! It's not enough!"

"You have to have a burning love, you have to have the consciousness of seeing death as if you were going home, you have to put your life where it is most important, and you have to give it up! In this way, it is the greatest sacrifice."

"That's a necessary sacrifice, and in order to succeed, you have to pay a certain price - yes, that's a sacrifice, stupid, not a guard, it's a sacrifice!"

The white shark's tone was sometimes mad, sometimes dejected, like a set of sharks stranded on the beach, praying to himself and roaring.

Gretworth had absolutely no idea what he really was.

If the white shark is crazy, then what is it to be able to see the white shark itself?

"What are you pestering me for?"

Although this question was asked many times, White Shark would never tire of telling him the same answer each time:

"For the sake of sacrifice, Black Whale, you don't understand, quality is sacrifice, sacrifice is quality! We are all to be sacrificed, and only by sacrifice can we live, can we live soberly!"

Pretty bizarre thoughts, right?

Gretworth went on to ask:

"Who the hell are you?"

White Shark replied haughtily, "The White Knight, the White Knight of the jury."