Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 460 - 440 Lanci’s Kahn Makes Decision, Countdown Begins_1

As time went on, empty wine glasses were filled one after another, then swiftly emptied again.

Jailor Daria’s face had turned red, and the movement of her hand holding the glass had slowed down.

Hyperion was still feeding wine to the Great Love Poet.

Just now, as the Great Love Poet was drinking, Hyperion had intermittently heard Antanas, who was behind him, mention seven or eight possible scenarios in which they might pass through today.

But none of them involved Lan Fu surviving and returning.

At last, Jailor Daria could no longer continue and put down her wine glass.

She tried to stand up, staggered, slipped a few steps on the ground, and fell back onto the table. Her cheek pressed against the tabletop and she couldn’t lift herself up anymore.

"You’re too strong; I’ve never seen anyone drink like this..."

Even though the limp Jailor Daria was completely incapacitated, her mouth was still full of praise.

Although her eyes were filled with determination, her body had to admit defeat.

She never expected this trainee guard to be so much braver than she seemed, recklessly risking his life.

"Who...who are you exactly..."

As promised, Jailor Daria used her last bit of consciousness to lean over the table and use her remaining strength to give them the highest rating, mumbling at the corner of her mouth.

"..."

The Great Love Poet was silent for a long time, seemingly unable to make a sound from his throat. After a pause, he turned his gaze to Jailor Daria.

"If you ever want to drink with someone again, you can come to the Red Meng De Building at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy... every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, from two to five in the afternoon, you can have any discourse with school personnel. You might need to make an appointment in advance..."

The Great Love Poet’s demon sound poured into Daria’s ears, painting a final touch of madness and persistence in her half-dreaming, half-awake eyes. Even if she were to lose all the memories of her dream, this deeply hypnotic voice would surely be engraved in her mind.

Gradually, Jailor Daria fell into a deep sleep. Her sleeping face was full of satisfaction and longing.

"Burp."

The Great Love Poet’s cheeks were flushed, and his low-hanging eyes were still firm.

Hyperion tried to prop the Great Love Poet up with a worried look, but he fell over again as soon as he stood up.

Although the controller might not have any major problems mentally, the Great Love Poet’s body was no longer obeying him.

"Leave the rest to us, you rest. There’s Antanas and Sinola, this level shouldn’t be too difficult."

And the Priest of Hegemony, whom he personally trained to be fearless of death, would definitely reach the destination when given instruction.

"Are you going to the ’[The Inverted Path of Rebirth]’ by yourself?"

Sinola asked with concern.

The Great Love Poet drooped his eyelids, turned his cheek and nodded.

Then he walked into the prison.

His steps were like a drunken’s, staggering and falling, only to struggle back to his feet.

But it seemed like he was unaffected by the Illusionary Barrier, and showed no signs of injury.

"This..."

Sinola was stupefied as she watched the new king’s figure gradually retreat into the distance, his heart didn’t seem to be perturbed by fear at all, the illusion did no actual harm to him.

"That’s our king, what a state of mind."

Sinola admired sincerely.

"Yes, it’s weirdly strong."

Antanas was used to it by now.

She had already seen the new king basically immune to [The Fallen Wonderland] on the negative fourth floor, so on the negative sixth floor, another trial of mental strength, the new king’s monstrous behavior was nothing unusual.

Antanas wasn’t sure how many marks the new king had now, but she was certain that he would gain another title mark before meeting the Truth Pullane, becoming a Great Demon far surpassing Talia.

...

At this moment, within the battered body of the Great Love Poet, the actual Great Love Poet, Lan Fu, whose soul was asleep, was having a dream.

She dreamed that after arriving at a mysterious prison today, she kept falling and couldn’t keep her balance at all.

She reached the negative fifth floor, it was very dark. Her body was controlled by a demon, torturing her illusion with a terrifying giant werewolf as if she’s better dead.

Finally, she was nervously about to leave this prison.

Then, she started to be force-fed a terrifying kind of wine.

Clearly it was extremely painful, nearly suffocating, yet the wine, which felt like it was burning her insides, was still being constantly poured into her. Eventually, it felt like her body was about to collapse, but she kept stumbling forward, causing her to ache and it made her want to cry.

She doubted that this was a nightmare, but she couldn’t wake up...