I'm really not a dragon.

[Host detected to be currently deep within the Hill Giant's Nest. Vital signs are good. Please feign weakness and wait for the right opportunity to develop.]

[This region boasts abundant food resources; let's obtain more nutrients to enter the next stage of growth!]

I'm already in a serious criminal prison. There's no food here, but you can get your fill from the fiery fists of the law enforcement officers!

While in a regular prison

Suen wasn't in a hurry at all, because he knew the killer wasn't him.

But now the situation is different. He can't explain the resurrection. This world has magic, and his lies will be easily exposed.

Suen racked her brains trying to figure out how to leave this awful place.

Suddenly, a group of law enforcers passed by carrying torches, their chests adorned with white iron gauntlets, symbols of courage and sacrifice.

Hey! I've got an idea!

Most of the prison's enforcers are paladins who have dedicated their lives to their beliefs. Because their faith is so strong, the paladins have gained incredible supernatural abilities.

Because of their faith, most paladins are righteous and kind.

While in the ordinary prison, the paladins learned the reason for Suen's imprisonment. They tried to persuade him not to give up on his love, while simultaneously feeling indignant at his plight. Therefore, they frequently fed him exquisite meals, such as brown sugar walnut bread, candied apples from the Troll Festival, and Sword Coast seafood soup…

Comparing the original owner's memories, Su En discovered that, thanks to the paladins' feeding, the prison food was generally even better than what he ate outside.

The Holy Knights are kind and compassionate; they must know my situation and will surely try to help me!

Suen leaned against the only window, gripping the iron bars with both hands, and squeezed out two tears. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard a grief-stricken roar coming from the prison next door!

"Let me out! I'm innocent! I'm not the murderer!"

A bald, tattooed man with a face full of scars was shaking the iron railing with a loud clang.

The passing law enforcement officer, his face menacing, treated him like a pig in a sty, tapping the man's fingers with his baton. "Screaming in the middle of the night? You're the loudest screamer in the serious offender ward!"

The tattooed, bald man's face was filled with defiance. He dodged and shouted, "My uncle is from the Flame Fist Mercenary Group! Ancestors above, my uncle will prove I didn't kill anyone!"

"Hey! That filthy barbarian has come begging at Baldur's Gate!"

Suen: "?"

Why is this different from the script? Paladins, you don't act like this in a regular prison!

Suen's hand trembled as she moved away from the prison window.

It seems that asking the paladins for help won't work; I'll have to rely on myself!

Suen's eyes lit up when she saw the plates that hadn't been cleared away yet. She had carelessly left the spoons behind!

This thing, along with the fork, is known as one of the two great tools for escaping prison.

Although I used to be dismissive of prison breaks, that was before.

It is human nature to be arrogant at first and then humble.

Suen secretly tucked the spoon into her bosom.

When no one is around...

呲呲!

A strange scraping sound came from the cell opposite.

Through the two iron bars, Suen could vaguely see a dwarf clinging to the wall.

Yes, dwarves, the kind of dwarves from a fantasy world who, even if they jumped, couldn't touch Suen's chin.

What is this dwarf doing?

Getting too close makes you look down on what the other person is doing!

Suen frowned and kept backing away until he stood on the headboard, leaning against the wall, and stood on tiptoe before he could see what the dwarf was doing.

He used a fork to slowly pry open the wall, he murmured, "Hehe, I have to escape!"

Suen couldn't help but feel admiration. Were these dwarf brothers really that brave?

The law enforcement officers are beating people up right next to you, and you're digging through the wall next door to escape. Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the law enforcement officers and getting beaten up again?

Seemingly exhausted from the beating, the two law enforcement officers helped each other as they walked towards the end of the corridor.

As the two enforcers passed the dwarf's cell, they stopped. The dwarf was still relentlessly digging at the wall, completely unaware that someone was watching him.

The two law enforcement officers exchanged a glance.

Officer A asked in a low voice, "Doesn't he know that the walls of the hard labor ward are made of cast metal?"

Enforcer B shook his head and lowered his voice: "The dwarven clan's pregnancy-preserving magic is still too powerful."

Bang! The prison corridor door slammed shut.

Suen glanced at the spoon and threw it on the ground with a hint of disgust.

System! You're all I have left, can you do anything for me?

[Deep in thought: The host has been taken back to the lair by the hill giants and must be thinking about how to escape his predicament and flee the giants' clutches. Considering the fledgling's severely low combat strength, I should provide him with a detailed escape plan and guide him step by step through the escape.]

[Answer: Rest assured, host, I will definitely provide you with the simplest, most reliable, and easiest-to-understand escape plan.]

Hey! Could it be that the system is finally working for us this time?

[Host, please explore your surroundings and ascertain the distribution of the Hill Giants. The best time to escape is at night. Hill Giants are of low intelligence; some young dragons have successfully escaped by using campfires and minor illusions to frighten them!]

Suen looked at the handcuffs on her hands, then raised her head and looked at the cell with walls on all four sides.

"Putting aside the lesser illusions, that's magic, right? I'm in prison now, how am I supposed to scout out my surroundings?"

Hunt wild boars to obtain sufficient nutrients. Once the young dragons reach a certain stage of growth, they can enter a period of dormancy, significantly improving their physical attributes and increasing the success rate of explorations!

"Leaving aside the issue of exploring the environment, I'm in prison now and can't hunt wild boars for sustenance!"

[Please flee the giant's lair in the hills, find a safe hunting ground, hunt wild boars, and obtain enough nutrients until you steadily enter the juvenile dragon stage—as the dragon says: Have you not heard that there is no path to annihilate a dragon! The cold wind blows in the giant's lair, and the dragon will return in fifty years!]

"Let's put aside hunting wild boars for now. I'm in prison now, how am I supposed to escape from the giants... Sigh, never mind!"

Thank you, system. Seeing your overpowered protagonist script makes me feel much better now!

Hey!

As night deepened, a weary Su En sat on the bed, feeling as if her eyelids were drawn together by magnets.

Since things have come to this, I should just go to sleep!

He yawned, curled up on the short bed, and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the shouts of law enforcement officers echoed through the corridor.

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready! Everyone get up and eat!"

"Dear law enforcement officers, why is there a rat in my meat soup?"

"Isn't it normal to find meat and rats in broth?"

"Then why is it alive?!"

"The meat is so fresh!"

"Please, Your Honor, I really can't eat this!"

"How about I get you a different bowl?"

……

A passing law enforcement officer glanced inside the door and pushed a ceramic bowl through the sump under the door. "Just one last bowl. Lazybones, make do with this!"

Su En groggily opened his eyes. A few rays of morning light shone into the cell through the skylight. It was a new day.

Everything that happened yesterday felt like a dream.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first!

Su En picked up the spoon, rolled up her clothes to wipe off the dust, and suddenly froze when she looked up.

A large, plump rat was lying on the bowl, staring blankly at Su En.

Suen once saw a post that said people's physical constitutions cannot be generalized, and that someone once punched through a steel plate in a state of extreme anger.

Suen said it might be true.

In a fit of extreme anger, he overcame his fear of the mouse and smashed it on the head with a spoon!

I've actually been bullied by a mouse! That damned mouse dares to eat my food!

The mouse's tail immediately stood straight up, and its furry body slowly sank to the bottom of the broth!

[Congratulations, host! You have captured a ferocious wild boar. Enjoy your meal!]

[Mission: Hunt a herd of ferocious wild boars, 1/3]

Ok?

Um!!!

Looking at the words on the screen, Su En fell into thought.