Chapter 1, The Release of the Demons

When the niche base of Zone 91 returned to normal, those humans whose souls had dissipated collapsed to the ground, while the modern electronic instruments that had been swept by the orange-yellow light erupted in small sparks, with explosions of various sizes echoing throughout the entire Zone 91 base

"Now that you're awake, let's go outside and take a look. It seems something strange has happened inside the prison." Qin Lun did not answer Lin Feng's question, but instead gave him a gentle smile

The warm feeling that makes one feel as if they are bathed in spring breeze from that smile left Lin Feng momentarily stunned, his mind in a state of chaos. Is this really the infamous murderer known as the "Dissector"?

After Qin Lun woke Lin Feng, he no longer paid him any attention. He stood up, walked to the door, and picked up the particle guns from the bodies of the two federal soldiers.

Apart from the vast majority of humans whose souls have dissipated, there are a very few individuals in Area 91 who have not exhibited the phenomenon of soul separation. Instead, they have undergone even more bizarre transformations. The body parts of these individuals gradually fade, with their skin, muscles, and bones becoming crystal clear, ultimately resembling a sketch composed of black lines.

Qin Lun was slightly taken aback, opening his palm to see a small oval pattern appearing in the center of his right hand. The pattern was predominantly black, interspersed with orange-yellow spots, resembling a peculiar little egg.

The steam confinement device and the electric sparks emitted by the bulletproof fluorescent lights in the cell

Clack, clack! The particle beam gun emitted a few hollow sounds, clearly indicating that these modern weapons were not suited to the physical laws of this world and had lost their functionality as weapons

Qin Lun crouched down and extended two fingers to touch a bodyguard's neck, discovering that his body was already cold and there was no pulse. However, when checking Lin Feng, he found that this young master from a prestigious family and the *Tushu* still had a breath and a steady pulse, clearly still alive

In the niche base of Area 91, time seems to be frozen, with everyone in the base remaining motionless in various postures.

The area of the prison cell block is vast, taking the form of an elliptical atrium. At the center lies the skylight of the cell block, surrounded by three tiers of cells: upper, middle, and lower. Each tier contains approximately forty cells. The cell block he is in is located on the top tier. The corridor in front of the cells is enclosed by railings, with a width of about three meters.

Qin Lun stepped out of the cell, for the first time clearly observing the specific conditions of his surroundings

With a thud, the steel component of the steam confinement device on the right arm fell to the ground, and a pale-skinned arm slowly lifted. The slender fingers of the hand grasped the steam confinement device, peeling off the steel parts that had already lost their magnetic connection, piece by piece

In the corridor behind the transgender individual, a burly prisoner was stepping out of the cell. This prisoner was bare-chested, with a stern expression, a short beard on his chin, and a noticeable indentation on his right brow bone, which added a hint of ferocity to his otherwise resolute face. His upper body was well-muscled, showcasing a perfect inverted triangle physique, and on his back was tattooed a black-winged angel kneeling on one knee.

"Are you... are you now Qin Lun, or are you still Qiao Yi Foster?" Lin Feng stammered as he asked.

"There is actually a transgender person locked up here!" Lin Feng cautiously poked his head out from behind the cell door and, in a flattering manner, reminded Qin Lun, "It seems he has recognized your identity!"

Hansen was born in the African region, but he is a Caucasian. His parents were medical volunteers for the African Red Cross and lost their lives in an explosion. At that time, Hansen was taken away by a mercenary group and, starting from the age of eight, became a child soldier.

The black-framed "Death List" is a type of thin flat light brain that stores the information of prisoners. When a prisoner is sentenced to death by a federal court, the prison guard will take this simple light brain, which resembles hard cardboard, to the cell to read the death sentence. Hence, it is humorously referred to by the prisoners as the "Death List." This implies that as soon as this black-framed light brain appears, the inmate is effectively on Death's list.

The world in which the 91st District's niche base currently exists cannot accept the life forms of Earth humans. With the exception of a very few special souls, the vast majority of Earth human souls have dissipated, and the bodies they left behind have become "inanimate objects"

"Disciple Hansen!" Lin Feng exclaimed softly, nervously leaning his body closer to Qin Lun, as if this could provide him with a bit more sense of security. Before Qin Lun could speak, he began to introduce himself in a low voice.

The stillness of the body, the disintegration and reassembly of one's own form

In the rift of time and space, besides the orange-yellow glow, there are numerous condensed orange-yellow fragments, as well as a small number of orange-yellow polycrystals. These fragments vary in size, aimlessly scattering in the air, being shattered into powder by various objects, and spreading throughout the entire base. When the powder of the orange-yellow fragments encounters the bodies of souls dissipating, it slowly merges into these individuals' bodies.

The scion of a noble family felt his eyelids tremble slightly, and beads of sweat the size of mung beans began to form on his forehead. Sensing that Qin Lun seemed to be increasing his grip, he could no longer pretend to be unconscious and had no choice but to open his eyes with a苦脸.

Qin Lun walked slowly towards the fallen creature, his movements causing the prisoner to become increasingly terrified and uneasy, appearing almost on the verge of fainting. However, after just a few steps, Qin Lun stopped, his gaze passing over the creature on the ground and looking behind it.

Qin Lun lowered his head and scanned the several bodies lying on the ground, his gaze quickly focusing on the "death list" placed aside by Lin Feng, his slender eyebrows slightly raised. The prisoner took two steps forward and picked up his own "death list".

Interesting! A glimmer of intrigue flashed in Qin Lun's eyes as he stood up and stretched lazily, directing his gaze towards several bodies on the ground. In the cell, besides him, there were Lin Feng and his two bodyguards, as well as two federal soldiers stationed at the door to keep watch.

Ah! Suddenly, a terrified scream came from beside Qin Lun

The prison doors at Base 91 are equipped with magnetic locks. Under normal circumstances, the magnetic force of the locks is at least 100,000 Newtons, which is equivalent to over 10,000 kilograms of force, making it impossible for a person to open them. However, the magnetic force has now failed, and the weight of the iron door alone is insufficient to restrain an adult.

Qin Lun did not mind, even though he was still unaware of what had happened. However, during the process of space-time transmission, he had already "seen" these particle light guns emit abnormal sparks, and now it merely served to confirm his suspicions

Pushing aside the two corpses blocking the doorway, Qin Lun inserted the blade of the black dagger into the slightly twisted and deformed gap of the prison door, straining to push open the iron door of the cell

Upon seeing Qin Lun turn to look at him, the oddly dressed prisoner let out a terrified scream and turned to run. However, after just a couple of steps, he tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground with a thud. It seemed that he was quite frightened by Qin Lun; after falling, he did not bother to get up, but instead scooted backward on the floor, pushing himself along with his feet.

Qin Lun tilted his head slightly, turned Lin Feng over, reached into the inner pocket of his suit, and pulled out a half-scissor-shaped dagger. He slipped his thumb into the steel ring at the end and held it upside down in his hand

This prisoner has a slender physique, delicate features, and a soft appearance akin to that of a woman. The upper part of his prison uniform is rolled up, tied in a knot at the chest, resembling a cropped top. Around his waist, he holds another piece of prison clothing, and with the snug-fitting small-sized prison pants on the lower half, it resembles a mini skirt paired with tights.

During the recent space-time transmission, when the vast majority of people at Base 91 were frozen in place, their thoughts halted, there remained a very small number of individuals whose consciousness stayed alert for a period of time, Qin Lun being one of them. After his body was disintegrated by the orange-yellow light, his soul consciousness became even clearer, allowing him to 'see' the extraordinary scenes unfolding within the cell.

The sketch of the human body has not ceased to change; the black lines gradually converge and contract, ultimately transforming into numerous small black dots. Immediately afterward, these black dots revert to the human body sketch, and within the framework of the black lines, various internal organs, bones, muscles, tendons, as well as blood and skin begin to grow, eventually reforming into a complete human being

Soon, a calm-faced young man broke free from the steam confinement device and appeared in the cell

Another murderer? Qin Lun's eyes shifted suddenly as he stepped forward, grasping the railing in the corridor, looking down at the two levels of prison cells and the central atrium below

The reason Qin Lun took notice of the "death list" was due to the extraordinary scenes he had just "witnessed".

The "Death List" transformed into a strange black light the moment it was touched by Qin Lun, merging into the palm of his hand

Qin Lun turned his head, his clear and pure eyes curiously gazing at a human standing in the aisle to his right. This person was dressed in prison attire and was likely another surviving prisoner. However, their stature appeared petite, even shorter than the average height of Qin Lun by half a head.

Transgender? Qin Lun's eyes brightened slightly; he had heard this term from other prisoners in Handan Prison. It seemed to refer to a rather fascinating type of being. Various psychological works, including social psychology and cognitive psychology, appear to contain analyses and introductions about them

A block of orange-yellow polyhedral crystal struck the "Death List" and merged with this simple optical brain

In the dim light, the silhouettes of more than ten prisoners appeared. Qin Lun's eyes brightened, revealing a shy smile often seen on young people in unfamiliar social situations

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As the base passed through the time-space portal, a beam of orange-yellow light instantly swept over numerous individuals and the instruments within the base. Suddenly, a distorted human silhouette flew out from the bodies of the vast majority of people, as if their souls were being drawn by some force, forcibly extracted from their physical forms, and slowly dissipated into the air

At this moment, in Qin Lun's cell, the steam confinement device standing silently in the corner of the wall also flickered with tiny electric sparks across its various components

After obtaining the blade, Qin Lun did not leave the cell immediately. A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face as he pressed the edge of the black dagger against Lin Feng's cheek, gently sliding it.

In fact, the numerous orange-yellow fragments in space-time teleportation are fragments of the laws of this world, while the very few orange-yellow polyhedral crystals are fragments of the laws that are relatively complete according to certain formulas.

Hansen had been a child mercenary for ten years, molded into a cold-blooded killing machine by the influence of war from a young age. When this mercenary group was annihilated, Hansen returned to North America, and with the military skills he honed during the war, he quickly became a professional assassin. It is said that he referred to himself as a disciple of Satan, and during the process of his arrest, the federal forces sacrificed more than twenty elite special operatives.