Capítulo 749: Chapter 62: Isaiah’s Deathtrap (Part 3)
“Of course, there isn’t a total lack of opportunities for change.” At this moment, the Prison Director spoke again, “It’s just up to you to see if you can achieve it.”
Isaiah’s expression was icy, he no longer had the patience to maintain interests with the Prison Director: “Speak plainly.”
“Those three Corpse Blocks.” The Prison Director said, “As long as you hand over those three Corpse Blocks to me.”
“They’re not with me.”
“Then find them and hand them over to me.” The Prison Director said, “I just need to see the Corpse Blocks.”
Isaiah was momentarily stunned, and then finally realized something.
“I’ll give you two days… no, three days.” The Prison Director, with a body like a mountain, slowly leaned forward, speaking word by word, “During these three days, I won’t place any restrictions on you. As long as you bring the Corpse Blocks before me, no matter how you manage it, and regardless of whose hands they were in before, I don’t care. If I see the Corpse Blocks, I will cancel the Heavenly Voice Obedience, but if I don’t see them…”
“The Heavenly Voice Obedience will start naming you.”
An hour later, back at their residence, Mina looked at Isaiah, who had been silent for a long time, full of worry.
The Prison Director’s intentions were already very clear, he wanted Isaiah to fight against Hand Eye. Because if Hand Eye really was here, the only one who could contend with him would be Isaiah.
If Isaiah managed to find and kill him, then everything would be greatly rewarding.
But if not, then he would initiate the indiscriminate naming with the Heavenly Voice Obedience; for him, it would be equally rewarding.
The only sacrifice, apart from those caught in the crossfire, would be his own teacher.
So the Prison Director didn’t continue to pursue where Isaiah went tonight, what he did, or whether it was Isaiah who attempted the assassination.
The process was meaningless, he only cared about the final result.
“Alright, you may leave for now.” Isaiah, looking as if he had aged more than a decade overnight, spoke slowly, “Let me be alone for a while.”
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Isaiah sat in front of the mirror, looking at himself in the reflection.
Just a few hours ago, he was so full of energy, believing he had seen through everything, ready to turn the tide at any moment.
But now, he felt like a toy being played with in others’ hands, any struggle seemed like a joke.
No matter how things developed, he was already the loser.
“Why did it turn out this way…” Isaiah looked at himself in the mirror, a long-lost sense of indescribable confusion rising in his heart, “What exactly… am I lacking?”
Why was he being pressed so hard by the Prison Director?
Why was he being manipulated by Hand Eye?
What exactly was he lacking compared to them?
A voice in his heart answered him, it was Isaiah’s own voice because he himself knew the answer.
Yes, it was lacking power.
But why? He was clearly the foremost under the gods.
Yes, the answer was not enough.
Having reached this step, ordinary power was no longer sufficient.
The Prison Director could pressure him because behind the Prison Director were the gods.
Hand Eye could manipulate him because Hand Eye had more Corpse Blocks than him, and he only had two, one of which was “given” to him by Hand Eye.
Isaiah’s hand slowly clenched into a fist.
Yes, there were no gods behind him, and his Corpse Blocks were not as many as Hand Eye’s, having only strength was useless in doing anything.
He couldn’t contend with the Prison Director, nor could he find Hand Eye.
He was already caught in a deadlock, with no possibility of breakthrough.
“Unless I find a power superior to theirs.” That voice spoke to him.
How is that possible?
In this world, where else is there a power superior to theirs?
“Abyss Prison.” That voice responded again.
Isaiah’s pupils slowly widened.