everyone understands this cinematic universe, and it inherently possesses a high degree of randomness, so there are no fairness issues.But as for this shadow world, it's hard to say whether Lynch or A...Chapter 419: Ranch finally met a normal person.

Perhaps the phantom of the great poet is being more cautious and doesn't intend to confront Lancy directly for now. (Due to caching reasons, please have users visit the website directly through their browser to view the fastest chapter updates.)

It's also possible that the initial distance was too far, and she hadn't caught up to Lance yet.

"Sure enough, a complete copy of the great love poet. Even his cowardly unwillingness to face defeat has been copied over."

Lanche's eyes scrutinized every cell door, every mark on the walls, searching for a clue to his way forward.

The poet once had a period of being afraid of Tallia, so whenever Tallia was around, the poet refused to come out.

Following the map's directions isn't too difficult, and eventually you'll reach the designated exit teleportation hall where you can reunite with others. However, this process may take some time.

The surrounding labyrinthine corridors were at times cold and hard, at others imbued with a strange beauty—runes winding through the walls. The corridors seemed endless, each turn revealing a new unknown vista.

The entire structure changes randomly at intervals, but there's one thing that never changes: the location of the entrance teleportation hall and the exit teleportation hall.

After a solitary journey,

Lance's eyes were drawn to a light ahead. He could see the warm, inviting glow of the indoor lights.

He walked in that direction. Its coordinates were exactly the location of the warden's office on the negative fifth floor as indicated on the map. There was no longer a circle of deep blue magical light and shadow surrounding it, just like the safe zone teleportation hall.

Before rejoining the team, it's also crucial to find the warden on the fifth floor and obtain a clearance permit.

Now it seems like the person who is most suitable for this task is oneself.

Lance stood before the office door, lightly rapping on the closed wood.

He was uncertain whether the warden was in his office at that time.

But the lights inside were on, so it was possible that the warden was in his office, or hadn't gone far.

The sound of knocking echoed softly in and out of the quiet office, quickly fading away in the stillness.

It took several seconds without a response.

Come in.

Until Lance hesitated whether to leave, a cold female voice came from inside the door.

Originally about to leave, Lance held onto the doorknob.

Upon entering, you are greeted by a clean and well-organized office space that feels warm and inviting.

Lance's gaze quickly fell upon the only person in the room—a female knight clad in light armor seated at a chair beside the desk.

The female knight's posture was straight and tall, even when sitting, she exuded an air of dignified elegance.

She seemed to have finished her work this morning, having just bandaged her wounds and donned her armor. A few rolls of unwrapped bandages and a half-empty bottle of medicine were still scattered on the table.

Even so, one could see faint traces of blood seeping through the white bandages on her body.

It seems there are no correctional officers with rehabilitation skills to treat her.

The female knight raised her head, her eyes showing both weariness and cold determination.

Even though she had returned from the grueling battle against her own phantom, vigilance still lingered in her eyes.

Her gaze fell on the poet with Da Ai, slightly impatient.

The new intern guard hadn't opened his mouth yet.

"After you finish cleaning up the phantoms, I will naturally give you my evaluation."

The jailer's voice was cold and powerful, answering before the other party could even ask their question.

She was succinct, her eyes leaving the face of the great love poet. Her gaze seemed to have scrutinized a stranger.

"Thank you, Officer Melissa."

The poet's voice, filled with warmth, expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

He saw her name, "Melissa", inscribed on the warden's badge.

Although the other party seemed a little indifferent, he was the kind of warden who was just being truthful and didn't mean to make things difficult for them. He was already the most approachable person they had met at Hellrom Prison.

As the great poet of love was about to end the conversation and turn to leave.

"Just a moment."

Melissa, the jailer, suddenly spoke up.

The great poet turned back.

I don't understand why the prison warden, Melissa, stopped me.

Then Melissa remained silent for a moment, and then slowly raised her eyes, gazing once more at the great poet of love.

"Where are your companions Did you get separated from them when you came to this level"

Melissa's attitude remained distant, sitting still and scrutinizing the great poet of love.

"I'm going to the departure hall to meet up with them."

The great poet replied.

"You have no combat ability, and being alone would make you vulnerable. If those other guard phantoms happen to run into you, they might attack. I'll clear a path and escort you to the exit teleportation hall."

Melissa, the warden, rose wearily from her seat as she spoke, then walked out of the office.

"Is your body really okay"

Lancy felt that the warden had just fought a life-and-death battle, his life flickering on the verge of extinction.

"It's fine, I've already cleared away this layer of my own phantoms. Dealing with other people's phantoms is more than enough for me."

Melissa, the prison guard, walked up to the door and said in a monotone voice. Then she left her office.

Then I'll leave it in your capable hands.

Lanchi expressed his gratitude.

Although the jailer should have won, it was clearly a hard-fought victory. Just from her simple movements, the bloodstains on her white bandages started to deepen, as if she had barely scraped by with her life.

It's hard to imagine what kind of martial arts fanatic would fight their own phantom every day at this level.

In the Daimo Clan Trial [The Hopeless Annihilation War], only the most insane and powerful demon clan martial fanatics would choose to die here and hone themselves.

The condition to obtain the [Hopeless Mark] is to push your fighting spirit to its limit and face a powerful 8th-level Mirage that surpasses you in strength, defeating it with your own power.

Only in battle, by achieving ultimate transcendence and surpassing one's original self, is it possible to make a desperate gamble and conquer the formidable phantom of one's own limits.

These three seven-ranked jailers of the Helrom inner layer are rare talents in the Protoss Empire. Taking on these important positions is probably also a way to find the most suitable training ground for themselves.

The great love poet followed Melissa the jailer, and also left the office.

He was increasingly finding the warden of Floor -5 unexpectedly reliable.

Although he appears to be a cold person on the surface, he actually cares quite a bit about the prison guards who are interning.

Originally, Ranch was prepared to continue working as a doctor at Hellroom Prison. However, it seems that Officer Melissa is in very good mental health. She's completely different from Selena, the warden on Level Four, and doesn't seem to need him to talk to her at all.

Lanci is always willing to help when asked, but he won't offer help unsolicited.

After waking up from the fourth-tier Huberlian dream, I was still worried for a while because I couldn't see the warden. I was afraid that Lanqi would cheat the warden and get both of us penalized by the Goddess for our merits.

This time, Huberly can rest assured.

Today is the fourth update.

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