Chapter 82: Hexagon Magic Prison

Chapter 82: Hexagon Magic Prison

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Hexagon Magic Prison.

This was a riot by prisoners. Each prisoner’s uniform had many numbers, and some had suits like plum blossoms and spades!

The ‘wands’ in the prisoners’ hands were all just rolled-up newspapers. But they could still use magic!

Amid the maniacal laughter of these vicious prisoners, thousands of Soul Harvesters were already retreating in defeat. Even many powerful Wardens were wiping cold sweat, their eyes full of fear.

These prisoners had fought their way up from the lowest level of the prison!

As they broke through each line of defense, they laughed wildly and threw newspapers everywhere.

The sky and ground were filled with all kinds of newspapers, the whole scene like a carnival.

This was a terrible riot. Once these demons all escaped the Magic Prison, the Wizarding World would fall into chaos!

But these crazies didn’t seem to plan on running out at all. Instead, they kept charging towards the Warden’s office.

A series of light, yet crystal-clear, footsteps from leather shoes gradually sounded from a corner of the corridor.

The many prisoners suddenly looked towards that corner with fanatical eyes and surged towards it: “Hahahaha~ Polst! Give up your Jack of Diamonds!! My roommate loved this before he died!”

“You actually didn’t bring the ‘Reaper’s Lantern’ today, you’re dead!”

“You finally came! I’ve waited one hundred and eighty years for this day!”

“Kill him! Without the lantern, he is nothing!”

“The Jack of Diamonds is mine! I’ll use this card to compete for the Sorcery King’s throne! I, the Sorcery King, I am the future Sorcery King!”

“Kill him, he’s not worthy of holding that card!”

The rumor that Polst had no mana without the lantern had been around for a long time and was getting worse.

The identity of the Faceless One was strong proof that Polst was incredibly powerful without needing the lantern. But the prisoners didn’t believe it.

The many prisoners stopped paying attention to the Soul Harvesters and Wardens flying chaotically near the high ceiling of the corridor. Whether due to hatred, for the Jack of Diamonds, or for the Warden’s valuable head, they all surged madly towards the corner.

However, many who just went over there fell to the ground, rolling their eyes weirdly. And their souls began to continuously stream out of their facial features and into the blue magic lanterns lining the corridor.

Soon, these prisoners fell like wheat. The remaining ones screamed in fear, crawling frantically backward—in an instant, this terrifying group of prisoners lost all their earlier arrogance.

The faint footsteps never paused, remaining perfectly clear amid the prisoners’ shouts.

A leather shoe suddenly stepped on the shadow of a prisoner crawling on the ground. The prisoner instantly collapsed.

After the prisoner’s soul drifted out, a Soul Harvester hooked both the soul and the corpse and sent them back to their cell—Hexagon Magic Prison existed between the Underworld and the Prime World. If a soul flew out, as long as it was returned to the body promptly for treatment, the person could continue to live.

But the whole process was extremely painful.

Now, following those footsteps, a man in a nightgown printed with many Kings of Clubs, with documents tucked under his arm, drinking coffee and reading a newspaper he just picked up from the ground, walked out casually from the corner.

“No, no, no, don’t come, don’t come!!~”

“He… he really is the Faceless One! Aaaaaah…”

Several weeping prisoners, the Ten of Clubs, Ten of Spades, and Nine of Clubs, were scrambling around. But as this pajama-clad man walked past without even looking at them, they suddenly died.

Anyone whose shadow was touched by Death would die.

[I~ don’t~ have~ the~ Jack~ of~ Diamonds.] The thin middle-aged man in the King of Clubs nightgown put down the newspaper and took a sip of coffee. He didn’t speak, but his cold voice echoed throughout the entire Magic Prison!

He slowly raised his head and looked with his eyes burning with blue ghostly fire towards the magic clown at the end of the corridor.

The magic clown was a bit chubby. He wore a tall hat folded from newspaper, with a peeled-off image of the Jack of Diamonds on it. The suit he wore was also folded from newspaper.

He was performing tricks in front of a large office door.

At his feet were many thumb-sized little people. Some were weeping, pleading prisoners; others were trembling guards or even Wardens. They all were dressed like clowns, running around screaming and crying.

The Magician performed tricks amid mad laughter. Not far from him, several Wardens were leading many guards to surround the area. They looked at the madman as if facing a great enemy but dared not take a step closer.

Then, the laughing Magician suddenly reached up and grabbed something from above his head. A Soul Harvester who had just tried to sneak up while invisible turned into a balloon in his hand. Next, with a few folds, the balloon became a little dog, then kept shrinking until it was used to decorate one of the clowns at his feet.

It seemed Harold was stronger these past few days than before.

“Ha~ro~ld~” Warden Polst took a sip of coffee and narrowed his eyes slightly. “You ‘again’ let these people out?”

“In front of a Magician, there is no door! No lock! No shackles! Hahahaha~~~”

Amid Harold’s wild laughter, all the little people at his feet turned into Playing Cards. He pulled his hand, and the cards flew into his grasp, then swished into the air.

Instantly, the walls of the entire corridor turned into a maze folded from playing cards. The lights on the corridor all turned into flowers.

Even the wands and weapons in the hands of the guards and Soul Harvesters all turned into newspapers. In their panic, everyone scattered and fled.

Seeing this, the Thousand-Faced Lantern Reaper Polst’s eyes were practically spitting fire.

The usually good-tempered him was truly angry this time.

“You~ will~ not~ escape~ this~ time!”

He wasted no more words. Suddenly, he turned into a giant white phantom, like the shadow of Death, and passed through Harold’s body in an instant.

But at that moment, Harold’s body suddenly turned into a red bullfighter’s cloth. A clown’s nose and balloon horns also appeared on Polst’s body.

And the entire maze vanished.

“Hahahahaha, Death can’t catch the Magician, can’t catch the Magician!!”

Polst was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: “Harold!!!”

The guards trembled. Under Polst’s terrifying mana, some fainted on the spot, others went weak in the knees and knelt on the ground.

Enraged, Polst tore off the things on his nose and head and threw them on the ground, stomping on them hard. Then his body passed through the office door and he entered the room.

After closing the door, Polst grabbed his burning nightgown firmly, reached down between his legs, and pulled out a lantern—it looked quite large, weighing several kilograms, with some burnt hair on it.

Without time to look closely, Polst hurriedly took a few tubes of fire-extinguishing potion from his sleeve and poured it down there. Then he rolled on the ground in pain.

“Shit shit shit shit, it’s burning me, it’s burning me!”

He seemed to be very special. Ordinary people would die from even a touch of the Underworld God’s fire. But these fires had been burning on him for so long, and he was mostly fine.

After a while, the flames on the nightgown finally went out. Polst, pale-faced and gritting his teeth, leaned on the desk to stand up. He picked up the Reaper’s Lantern and sat in the chair behind his office desk.

Looking at the Reaper’s Lantern, whose Underworld God’s fire was getting less and less due to frequent overuse, Polst held the lantern in despair and fear, crying and cursing loudly.

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!”

“Your Majesty Frankischko, why did you have to choose me back then? I’m just a slightly special Wizard. Why did you assign me to this most terrifying place in the world…”

“I’m really not suited to use this lantern to oversee the Magic Prison… This is no cushy job at all!”

A moment later, the Warden was already in tears.

He placed the Reaper’s Lantern in the center of the office’s Crystal Array to recharge. Then he returned to his desk and, with a grave expression, started searching through the messy files piled there.

Soon, he found a Dream Stone, a Magic Notes, and two test papers.

The Magic Notes belonged to ‘Nightmare Stuart’. The things recorded in it were a mess.

Of the two scrolls, one was from yesterday, graded A+.

The other was from today, not done yet.

Polst solemnly took out several blank pieces of parchment, rolled up his sleeves, elegantly picked up a quill, and copied the test paper over a dozen times.

After checking to make sure there were no copying errors, he played the lecture content from the Dream Stone. While listening to what Louis was explaining inside, he carefully read ‘Nightmare Stuart’s’ notes.

His expression was sacred, solemn, and focused.

Occasionally, he would try something based on the contents of the Magic Notes. Or he would ponder deeply for a long time. Gradually, he began to have a little understanding of what Louis was teaching in “River Styx God Scroll I: Shadow of Death.”

Mr. Pol suddenly had a strange feeling. It felt like some things were specifically explained by the ‘teacher’ for him…

Among the ‘teacher’s’ many students, it seemed only he was suited to learn this thing.

Shaking his head, Pol began earnestly working on the first test paper.

The handwriting was imitated perfectly. Even if Louis were standing here, he would probably think 80% that it was written by ‘Nightmare Stuart’ himself!

The Dream Stone kept playing the lecture. Warden Polst would carefully listen to it again each time he finished a test paper.

He did each paper many times over.

And he listened to every sentence in the lecture many times over.

[No wonder ‘Nightmare Stuart’s’ academic performance was so much better than Harold’s.]

[Because this homework was always written by someone else.]

[And no wonder this person learned so well.]

[After all, if he didn’t learn better than Harold, he would die…]

Standing in front of the Magic Mirror, Louis watched the scene inside and rubbed his forehead.

“Sure enough, that good-for-nothing dog Stuart, all his homework was done by Pol.”

Shaking his head, Louis covered the Magic Mirror, then closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, blue ghostly flames flickered in his eyes. Then, spreading his arms, his body turned into a Death-like phantom, floating in mid-air.

He reached out and pulled. The shadows of various objects in the stronghold were all grabbed into his hand.

“He only knows how to step on shadows for now? Still very good, though. I should make time for Pol to attend class. This guy has high potential for the future. One day, he’ll be as strong as the rumored ‘Thousand-Faced Lantern Reaper’.”

Louis raised an eyebrow, feeling some anticipation. He changed his appearance and leisurely wandered back to the dorm.

He had a business trip today.

‘Muggle city… Englen City… Earl Crowley… Did this person appear in the early edition of the Storybook?’

‘Why did the Witch Queen marry a Muggle King…’

Louis shook his head.

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