Chapter 70: Unveiling the Edge!

The moment the unstoppable laser cannon struck the door, a transparent barrier invisible to the naked eye suddenly appeared. The laser disintegrated without a sound as it hit the shield. The wolf-headed creature let out a wounded whimper, then collapsed limply to the floor, its body beginning to melt and merge with the surrounding metal structure. After a while, a blood-ink-colored humanoid figure stood where it had been. Its faceless head stared fixedly at Cell Zero for a long moment before merging into the shadows.

Beneath the surface of Deathrow Paradise.

Youtong, deep in slumber, suddenly opened his eyes. Still tipsy from drink, he frowned in great displeasure and grumbled, "What kind of nonsense are you up to in the middle of the night? I still have classes tomorrow, damn it..."

Half awake, Youtong used a strand of hair to prick his finger, flicked a drop of blood carelessly into the air, and murmured, "'Absolute Obedience.' Command: Restore Building A."

As soon as the words left his lips, the blood fused into the metal ceiling. The next moment, it reappeared outside An Ruxiang’s door, radiating a pink glow. Everywhere it touched, dust and rubble reformed as if nothing had happened.

"Ding—A-level deathrow inmate Youtong, credited with 5000 points." The system’s cold voice followed.

"This batch of inmates is quite something—bold, too. Daring to sneak around at night instead of staying in their rooms. That kid called Mu You seems to be among them as well."

"Quite something? Six dangerous inmates running like scared rabbits from a single Wraith—what a disgrace," Youtong retorted, then sensed something amiss and opened his eyes wide, only to discover someone else in his bed!

"Feimo! What are you doing in my room at this hour instead of sleeping?"

"I guessed you’d get drunk collecting debts from the Bai and Xiao families, so naturally I brought you back. Don’t tell me you remember nothing?" Feimo, as if he had anticipated this reaction, explained with exasperation.

"I’m awake now, so you can leave! Go on!" Youtong snapped, kicking at Feimo with bare feet. Only then did he realize that Feimo had stripped him down to nothing but his underwear, and his anger flared. He used both hands and feet to try to push Feimo out of his territory.

Feimo let Youtong’s blows fall harmlessly, then seized the moment to take Youtong’s bleeding finger into his mouth, gently licking away the blood with a warm tongue. He mumbled, "Universal Restoration."

A cool sensation spread from Youtong’s fingertip, instantly relieving the pain. When he had finished, Feimo slowly released Youtong’s finger, gazing at him with ‘tender affection’ as he said, "The wraiths who patrol at night here are not like those on the surface. You wouldn’t want me blown to pieces, would you?"

With that, Feimo snatched the quilt from Youtong, wrapped himself in its warmth, and looked thoroughly content. After a moment’s internal struggle, Youtong gave a cold snort—a tacit approval—and crawled under the covers as well...

The next morning, Mu You was jolted awake by An Ruxiang’s loud shout.

"Damn, it’s seven fifty-five!!"

"What?!" Hu Lei shot upright, immediately aggravating his wound from yesterday and grimacing in pain. "Get up! The opening ceremony starts in five minutes!"

Mu You sat up groggily, only remembering that he’d blacked out from pain while trying to save everyone last night. He had no memory of what happened afterward.

"Ah… my head hurts," Mu You muttered as he touched the back of his head, only to find blood. He pulled out a small shard of broken mirror.

"What did you all do to me last night?" he asked, half in confusion, half in anger. But midway through the question, he froze. The furnishings were completely unfamiliar, and everyone around him was disheveled and battered.

It seemed... he was the least injured of them all.

"So… what happened last night?" Mu You’s tone softened considerably.

"No time to explain. We’ll talk later. We mustn’t draw the instructors’ attention on the first day—otherwise, there’ll be endless trouble!" An Ruxiang hastily tied up her hair, adding, "And this is my room, by the way..."

Thus, that morning, Building A witnessed the rare spectacle of six dangerous deathrow inmates sprinting down the corridor with no regard for appearances.

Perfection Academy was located in the main structure of the Bat Building; at eight o’clock sharp, the opening ceremony would be held on the rooftop of the main tower. The elevator shot up to the thirteenth floor, and as soon as the doors opened with a ding, the group bolted across the observation deck toward the star-crowned rooftop, drawing stares from all around.

Mu You, as he ran, felt noticeably stronger than before, easily outpacing the others with little effort. Combined with his control over his powers, it seemed he would have more room to maneuver at Perfection Academy than he’d thought.

The main tower rooftop of the Bat Building, supported by the observation decks of each wing, was the highest point of Deathrow Paradise. The entire complex was forged from some unknown metal—remarkably sturdy and polished to a mirror shine. Viewed from above, the rooftop reflected the morning sun in dazzling beams that soared into the sky, mingling with the blazing sun itself.

By now, nearly everyone had arrived, with the zones from Row A to Row L clearly demarcated.

Mu You and his companions hurried to the front row, putting on an air of nonchalance. Thankfully, they had made it with two minutes to spare.

"What happened to you all?" Perfection Yan Cang was startled to see Mu You and the others in such a disheveled state—even the ever-elegant An Ruxiang’s hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and Xuan Yao’s braid was askew from running.

Mu You, panting, waved off the question, signaling that it was a long story for another time.

At exactly eight, a children’s song began to play.

"Baby Bat, be good and listen, Mommy’s coming back, call out quickly, or Mommy won’t find you, the taste of blood is so strange, carrying Mommy’s scent..."

As the song played, the rooftop beneath their feet began to descend slowly. The twelve observation decks surrounding them started to close in like petals, and the sky overhead darkened completely. The ground cooled, the blazing sun cut off by icy metal. As everyone stared in shock, the last trace of daylight vanished from the world.

Above and below, all was pitch black. Only the deepening sound of breath and accelerating heartbeats remained.

Bang!!

Suddenly, the world blazed with light. The twelve observation decks lit up simultaneously, as did the rooftop beneath their feet.

Thirteen screens in total, yet only one figure appeared. The instant Mu You saw him, every pore of his body seemed to erupt in a fine mist of blood; rage and hatred threatened to explode from each cell—

Old Dog Mo Han!

"You bastard..."

After so many days, seeing this man again nearly sent Mu You into a frenzy. Not just the dangerous inmates of Building A, but even those in the rows behind could feel the overwhelming murderous intent—and the depths of despair—pouring from Mu You’s not-so-tall but now fiercely taut body.

Mu You’s throat tightened. He’d thought he’d mastered his emotions by now, but only at this moment did he realize how wrong he’d been. He had vastly underestimated the murderous rage that slumbered deep within his soul. Whether or not he was still under the influence of the Meridian Soul-Breaker Worm, the resonance he felt now was more powerful than anything he had experienced since entering Deathrow Paradise.

Perhaps this was always who Mu You truly was. When he’d still harbored kindness and sought happiness, this bloodthirsty side never surfaced. But when enduring endless torment and consumed by hatred, becoming a demon, the real Mu You—razor-sharp and unrestrained—emerged at last.

You mangy cur, at last you’ve shown yourself!