Origin Paradise!

"Understood." The warden's expression softened somewhat.

The handover began, and the three cardinals did not leave until they saw Jiang He walk into the eternal death cell.

"I'm afraid this person won't make it to the Holy Tournament."

"Unless His Majesty personally issues a pardon, no one is getting out."

"The Pope values ​​the Marquis of Rhine highly."

"What do you value? You just want to lure out the mastermind to silence you. You're so grateful for such a small favor. If you weren't a senior figure, why would you be sitting with me?"

Eternal silence in the death cell.

The structure is divided into seven layers, like a staircase leading to the abyss. The deeper you go, the thicker the atmosphere of despair becomes and the thinner the light becomes. The layers are connected by a single narrow and steep spiral stone staircase, in which sit several gates forged from mithril, etched with an alchemical imprisonment matrix that never goes out.

The space below the fifth floor of the death row was lifeless. The towering vaulted ceiling was hidden in the darkness above, and the walls gleamed with an ominous cold light. There were no windows, no sunlight, and the air was cold and stagnant, carrying the damp, musty smell unique to the depths of the rocks and a faint trace of rust.

The cells were like a honeycomb embedded in the thick rock walls. The huge stone doors were smooth and seamless, leaving only a narrow observation opening. Inside, the prisoners could barely lie down or stand. The rough floor and cold stone walls were all there was.

Here, time seems to lose its meaning, the senses are constantly deprived, and criminals face not only solid stone walls and prison doors, but also the abandonment of the entire world and the maddening silence of eternity.

The warden silently escorted Jiang He into a cell on the seventh floor and solemnly said, "Cherish the next few interrogations."

boom!

The cell door closed, and endless darkness descended.

[Hint: You have encountered an energy imprisonment]

[Note: Your physical and mental exertion has increased by 500%]

Jiang He sat casually on the ground, opening his eyes, which were deeper than darkness. His energy was imprisoned, but his spirit remained free.

……

Golden Castle, the Prime Minister's Castle.

In his study, the Prime Minister, who was dealing with the Fisher Estate attack and the church massacre, suddenly froze.

The next moment, an overbearing will descended.

The "Prime Minister" quickly scribbled a few lines on the paper, then suddenly awoke, staring at the contents in shock before gradually regaining his composure.

"The will of the Great Khan is above all else."

"I already know."

The Prime Minister immediately rose, took the badge of the King's Hand, and left the castle for the Emperor's bedchamber. The guards along the way all turned their heads to look at him. Since the Emperor had claimed to be ill and had not come out of bed, very few people had been able to see him. But the Prime Minister of the Empire was certainly not exempt from receiving an audience.

When the Prime Minister arrived at the palace, two Holy Knights, one staying behind and the other going in to announce his arrival, came out to guide him. They were the eldest daughter of the Duke of the Western Frontier.

"Your Excellency, please come with me."

After ascending a long flight of steps, the Prime Minister met the Emperor. In the bedchamber, behind heavy curtains, the Emperor, who was only in his fifties, was so emaciated that he resembled a skeleton. A gold mask was embedded in half of his face, emanating an extremely rotten stench. His teeth were missing, and his eye sockets were sunken. This was the fate of the Holy Empire's Emperor.

The Calamity Dragon can quickly elevate a Dragon Knight to the Sky level, but at the cost of draining a massive amount of life force and spiritual energy over a long period, inevitably leading to a short lifespan for the Dragon Knight. One of the most important reasons why the alien races of the Southern Continent successfully formed an alliance is that the Emperor's lifespan is no more than three months.

"Lord Ostrov, how have you been lately?" The emperor's cloudy left eye lowered its gaze slightly.

“All is well, Your Majesty,” the Prime Minister replied.

The emperor was somewhat puzzled and asked, "My eldest son has advanced to the Sky level? Otherwise, why would your eyes have lost their awe?"

After a moment's thought, the Prime Minister calmly said, "His Majesty was on the verge of death before, and I was afraid of being buried with him, so I was naturally filled with fear. Now that things have taken a turn for the better, there is no need to be afraid anymore."

The emperor smiled, unconcerned, and said, "Tell me."

The Prime Minister pondered for a moment and said, "Rhine Augustus, Marquis of the North, is a near-master alchemist in the field of potions. He has the ability to delay His Majesty's illness and is currently in the Eternal Death Prison."

"You're smart enough. If you're talking about a cure, I'd have to kill someone." The emperor coughed violently twice and said, "If you want to save him, are you prepared to pay the price?"

The Prime Minister bowed his head and said, "I guarantee with my life that everything is true."

The emperor's eyes narrowed, realizing that the prime minister was not using rhetoric to exchange benefits. He forced himself to sit up straight, revealing the imposing aura of a hero at the peak of his power.

"What crime?"

"Suspected murder of a Grand Secretary."

"Presumption of innocence."

"clear."

The emperor said, "Then you can wait in the palace with your head until I see results."

"Yes," the Prime Minister replied.

Not far from the bed, a shadow quietly disappeared.

Chapter 648 Beat Them All Up

The Eternal Death Prison, Level Seven.

Jiang He shattered the Yin-Yang Dragon-Tiger Crossing-the-Calamity Golden Pill. In the instant that the energy surged and was quickly imprisoned, he activated the All-Encompassing Demon Eye.

Sensing the gaze, a humanoid creature emitting a faint light suddenly looked up from the cell next door. The darkness that permeated the entire death row was like a vast ocean, continuously extinguishing the flames on its body.

“Young man, I am the Lord of November, the King of Light.”

"Quiet."

King of Light: "..."

The social order collapsed.

"I have a way to get you out of here."

The King of Light made a promise and continued, "Half a year ago, I had a secret battle with the Holy Emperor. I had just recovered my Sky-level combat power and was no match for him, but he became even more corrupt as a result. If you do me a favor, I will tell you how to get out."

Jiang He ignored him, giving off the air of a scammer saying, "I am Qin Shi Huang, send me money."

"young people……"

Jiang He calmly said, "As long as you do one thing for me, I'll take you out."

King of Light: "..."

You're just learning and applying what you've learned, aren't you?

Realizing the person next door was too strange, the King of Light stopped speaking; he couldn't quite figure out what kind of person this guy was up to.

A moment later, footsteps sounded outside the cell door, and a Saint-level deputy warden came over carrying a torch, followed by a recorder.

"Rhein Augustus".

The deputy warden sat down outside the observation window, clasped his hands together on the table, and said, "Your sentence is three hundred years. If you cooperate, your detention time will be shortened. The murder charge in the prison has not yet been established. Based on my professional judgment, you have a slight chance of getting out alive."

The recorder asked, "Do you have any special bloodline?"

Jiang He sat on the ground, waiting for someone from the palace to invite him to leave. Upon hearing this, he casually replied, "Impure dragon bloodline."

There was a moment of silence outside the door. The deputy warden said in a low voice, "Lies are meaningless. What I want to know is how you went from a down-on-his-luck baron to becoming an invincible saint in just two or three months, and also possessing the foundation of an alchemy master and a spear master."

“I have the right to shorten your sentence by seventy years.”

In the dark cell, Jiang He raised an eyebrow and said, "Because I'm a genius."

The deputy warden's face darkened with anger.

The next moment, Jiang He continued, "But I believe that a person's talent is limited."

"There exists a mysterious, essential force in this world, contained within everyone's body, which I call energy."

The deputy warden focused his attention slightly and listened intently.

"There are two aspects to measuring a genius: the duration of their energy output and the efficiency of that output."

Jiang He was so bored that she was trimming her nails without looking up and said, "In the process of learning alchemy, I have seen some people who are not very focused and often play around, but they can always achieve outstanding results. People usually call these kinds of people geniuses."

"But there is another type of person who can achieve the same success through long-term hard work. However, there are also many examples of people who, no matter how hard they try, can never catch up with geniuses."

"The former is more efficient in terms of energy output, so it doesn't matter if it lasts a little shorter."

"The latter maintains output, but if the efficiency is insufficient, the total output will remain thin, making it difficult to catch up."

The deputy warden said grimly, "What exactly are you trying to say!"

Jiang He calmly said, "Energy is the essence of everything. True geniuses often balance continuity and efficiency. The more you focus on others and trivial matters, the more energy you will lose."

The recorder stopped writing and looked up.

"When a person starts to focus on external things, his energy begins to flow. When ten thousand people focus on one person at the same time, the concentration of energy becomes power, and the person who obtains this energy is more likely to become a social celebrity and become extremely popular."

“A continuous flow of energy, once it has inertia, will solidify and thus shape power, such as the earl’s voting power in the noble assembly. When the earls all pay attention to and approve of a person, they can be promoted to duke and deposed marquis.”

"Those who receive energy are responsible for the source of that energy, and there are two opposing types of energy, good and bad."

“If social celebrities and powerful people are not responsible for the source of their energy, then the energy will decay, people will hate them, abandon them, and stop paying attention to them, and they will lose their power.”

The deputy warden stood up, slammed his fist on the table, and roared, "Nonsense!"

Jiang He said to himself, "That's why beings that attract the attention of countless living beings can ascend to the sky, gain power, and become gods. Faith is also a branch of energy."

A moment of silence.

The deputy warden sat back down, pondered for a moment, and then said, "So what's the point of all this?"

“I can give you my energy.”

"Because energy is fluid."

"Therefore you can become a genius, like me."

In that instant, the deputy warden heard his own heartbeat. The master of spearmanship, the master of alchemy, and the combat power of the invincible holy domain—these were all things that could be bestowed in the Marquis of Rhine's theory. It was simply unbelievable.

At the same time, a cold voice came from the darkness.

"shake hands."

A fair, jade-like hand emerged from the observation port, like an invitation from hell.

The deputy warden began to struggle violently with his emotions.

"You want to escape from prison?"

no answer.

With the Dragon of Calamity and more than twenty holy dragons, even the King of Light could not escape, making escape impractical.

Driven by excitement and struggle, the deputy warden trembled as he reached out his hand. The instant he grasped it, a vast amount of energy actually flowed over him. He felt his incomplete dragon bloodline boiling wildly, and the fate that had led him to this place due to his incomplete bloodline was being violently shattered. The deputy warden suddenly remembered that he was also a member of the royal family, and only members of the royal family were qualified to guard this important prison that was so close at hand.

But the flow of energy came to an abrupt halt.

"What are you doing!" the deputy warden shouted angrily.

The voice in the darkness said, "I have said that once the flow of energy has inertia, it will solidify. Solidification takes time, just as power cannot penetrate people's hearts overnight."

"How could that be?" The deputy warden's face showed a hint of pleading as he said, "You are an alchemist who has witnessed the truth; there must be another way!"

"Of course, court documents, letters of commission from adventurers' guilds, military orders to start a war, and so on are all means to speed up the process of solidification. I also have contracts that merchants often use."

The next moment, a piece of parchment was handed out through the observation port.

—A Pact of Delusion: A Loan Shark for the Soul.

The deputy warden was overjoyed at the sight, completely unaware that the bloodline activated by the Great Sin's Wrath was cooling down and that the Mythical Charisma was interfering with his sanity. He suddenly grabbed the parchment.

call!

A rough, large hand gripped the deputy warden's wrist, stopping the final descent into depravity. To approach and even converse with a being of mythical charm was an immense danger.

"Do not gaze into the abyss." The warden stared intently into his subordinate's eyes.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, the deputy warden slumped to the ground.

The warden tore the parchment to shreds with his bare hands; it was unexpectedly fragile. “You are free, Marquis of Rhine, by imperial pardon.”

There was no answer from inside the prison.

It's pointless; Jiang He has always been too lazy to talk.

The cell door opened, and a dark figure stepped out. In the torchlight, his beautiful and handsome face was faintly visible.

“Marquis,” the warden picked up the recorder’s notebook and asked, “is your theory of energy true or false?”

Jiang He remained silent. For an alchemy master, making up stories on the spot was something they could do thousands of times a day, if they wanted to.