Universe Infinite Canteen

Chapter 724: District 23 [Happy New Year's Eve]

The exterior of Prison 444 resembled a gigantic old cardboard box, with the same earthy yellow coloration, measuring 10 kilometers in length, 7 kilometers in width, and 5 kilometers in height, quietly floating in space.

And the Cat Claw docked at the dock above the prison, from a distance, it looked like a cat claw clutching the cardboard shell.

During his conversation with Erin earlier, Ma Lu had learned that Yuwen, the Prison Director of Prison 444, was an undeniable cat lover, who kept over three hundred cats.

This was also why there were many cat-related items in the prison, and even the spaceship was shaped like a cat's paw.

Yuwen himself was a Vampire, similar to 33, belonging to a long-lived species in the Multiverse that could be ranked alongside Werewolves. Yuwen had been in charge of Prison 444 for over 300 years and was the absolute ruler of the prison.

Here, his word was more valid than the laws of The Grand Alliance.

Shortly after the spaceship landed, the hatch opened and a team of prison guards was already waiting there; other prisoners were taken away by the team, leaving only Ma Lu behind.

He was then taken alone into a small room, firstly given a physical examination and disinfection, followed by a man with glasses who came in to ask about his basic information.

Then Ma Lu was led to a machine that closely resembled a Da Vinci surgical robot, where two guards pressed his head against the machine. Soon after, Ma Lu felt a severe pain in the back of his neck as some metal object penetrated his cervical spine.

"Alright, you have now been injected with a micro bomb equipped with a tracking feature, unless you are participating in a fishing activity, if you leave the prison premises, the chip will automatically detonate, and then your head will... Boom!"

Ma Lu lifted his head to see that Jose had appeared in front of him at some moment, observing him with an evil gaze.

"Your criminal record has now officially been included in Prison 444. From now on, you are a prisoner of this prison."

"Thank you, I was actually planning to stay here for a while," Ma Lu touched his neck, surprisingly finding the wound already scabbed.

"You're going to stay not just for a while," Jose sneered, "Your charge is infiltrating the prison, inciting rebellion, and your sentence is 999 trillion years. You will be imprisoned here until you turn into a pile of bones."

"Really, my sentence is even longer than someone who destroyed a planet?"

Jose bent down, close to Ma Lu's ear, "This is your punishment. For some reason, I haven't liked you since the moment I saw you. You lack the proper respect for me, this prison, and the great Prison Director Yuwen. I particularly despise your nonchalant attitude.

"You should be scared, trembling, dizzy, but no worries, you won't be laughing soon, I can assure you."

"But is there really a difference between 999 years and 999 trillion years? I won't live that long anyway," Ma Lu sincerely inquired.

"Of course there is a difference. Prison 444's sectors are divided based on the length of sentences. The farther sectors hold prisoners with longer sentences. 999 trillion years would definitely land you in Sector 23, the last sector, filled with the worst of the worst, the scum of scum.

"If I were you, I wouldn't close my eyes while sleeping tonight. Of course, there's a greater chance you won't live until it's time to sleep. Promise me, don't die too quickly; otherwise, it would be too boring."

Jose patted Ma Lu's shoulder, "Go on, take a look at your new home."

After he finished speaking, Ma Lu felt a rifle butt hit the back of his head again, and when he reopened his eyes, he was being dragged by two prison guards to a large door.

The number 23 was engraved on the door; the guards entered a security code and submitted an access request on the terminal beside it. About half a minute later, the door slowly opened.

The two guards and over a dozen Destroyer Type 2 machines beside them all looked highly alert; one of the guards pushed Ma Lu's back, "Hurry up and go in."

"Uh, aren't you going to show me my cell?"

"Sector 23 doesn't have fixed cells; just find an empty room to stay in," the guard seemed eager to leave, pushing him again after speaking.

"Hurry up and go in!"

Ma Lu, having no option to ask further, stepped inside, staying alert.

However, contrary to his expectations, Sector 23 didn't have the ghastly, terrifying atmosphere he imagined; it was rather peaceful.

As Ma Lu walked in, the prisoners he encountered were all neatly dressed, their hair combed impeccably, beards cleanly shaved, some even had their eyebrows groomed. If not for their prison uniforms, they would look more like white-collar workers in a skyscraper.

Seeing Ma Lu, these people even smiled warmly and nodded enthusiastically in greeting.

Ma Lu continued forward and arrived at a hall where prisoners were standing in a circle, swaying their bodies and singing loudly like a choir, with solemn expressions.

Ma Lu found this scene bizarre, and just then, the singing prisoners noticed him. An elderly man in his sixties with a kindly face put down the maracas in his hand and approached Ma Lu, "New here?"

Ma Lu nodded.

"They are..."

"People burdened with heavy sins," the old man sighed, "Bewitched by demons, unable to control their own bodies, thus committing heinous acts."

"So what are they doing now?"

"They are trying to drive the demons out of their hearts through spiritual practice, eliminating toxins from their souls," the old man looked at Ma Lu with his wrinkled eyes, speaking softly, "Since you've come here, you must have done many evil deeds too, you can confess to me, child, it will ease your heart."

His pupils emitted a strange, ghostly light, making Ma Lu's head feel slightly dizzy, and he subconsciously said, "I... indeed have done many bad things."

"Like?"

"I've always liked to throw firecrackers into the sewers since I was a child, in fact, I've stuffed firecrackers into every hole in the neighborhood. I, also pulled my deskmate's ponytail, and deflated the tires on the principal's Cadillac..."

The old man frowned, "Get to the point, haven't you done something more serious?"

"Yes," Ma Lu said, "I've also lied a lot."

"Oh," the old man's eyebrows relaxed a bit, "Then who have you lied to, and were you here for fraud?"

"No, I'm here for inciting rebellion."

"Inciting rebellion? How long is your sentence?"

"999 trillion years."

The old man gasped, what kind of criminal was this? To be sentenced for so long, knowing that destroying a planet only warranted 5 trillion years.