My Cell Prison

Although Han Dong was surprised by the sight in front of him, he was also wary of the woman behind him... In other words, the magic eye was locked on the opponent the whole time.

If the woman shows any hostility, or has any suspicious actions, Han Dong will consider it at the first time.

After all, women also exude an aura equivalent to a 'king'.

According to her appearance, appearance and high bone turnover rate,

It can be easily deduced that this woman should be the real owner of the frozen ground, a former leader of the Wodas clan.

When they came to the [God's Book Room], the deepest part of the permafrost temple, where the remnants of the dead were located.

The woman did not act suspiciously,

It's just that the bulging belly has become higher, and the cry of the children from the inside has become louder. It seems to be hungry... Of course, the target of the children's eating is not Han Dong, but the bone marrow fluid here.

After further confirming that the other party did not frame his mind, Han Dong threw questions.

You build 'lighthouses' on the surface of permafrost,

Only my necromantic eyes can capture the light emitted by the lighthouse... The purpose is to attract an individual like me who truly masters the Necronomicon to come here?

After all, more than half of the residual pages are scattered in the broken dimension,

If there is an individual who can truly practice the Necronomicon, they will go deep into the dimension to find other fragments, and sooner or later they will find you here.

Not really.

Huh? Isn't it? Han Dong scratched his head, completely not expecting his inference to be wrong.

While soothing the child in her stomach, the woman explained the function of the lighthouse to Han Dong.

Attracting 'true disciples' like you is only a secondary purpose of building the lighthouse.

After all, Necronomicon has existed simultaneously since the moment the alien demon was born, and there has never been a true disciple who can control this book.

Neither us nor this fragmentary page hope for the arrival of the 'true disciple'.

The main goal of construction is to illuminate a correct path to the world of alien demons, and it is precisely that who asked us to build a lighthouse...

After saying that, the woman raised her hand and pointed to the leftover pages between the containers.

Han Dong asked with a puzzled look: The construction of the lighthouse was not based on your own wishes, but the request of the pages?

At this time, the woman pressed her right arm against the bone-made wall again... A wave of ripples spread and swayed, as if she was sensing something.

The group of intruders haven't noticed the difference, they don't seem to know the existence of the magic book, they just come here to 'explore' and 'gather information'.

In that case, we still have time.

Next, let me briefly describe the 'tragedy' that happened to our family... Please also listen carefully to Mr. Faceless, this story should be helpful to you as a 'true disciple'.

For me, it's a different kind of last word.

Although Han Dong really wanted to take the leftover pages and leave,

But there is no way to refuse the scene in front of you. Since the information the woman said may be useful, it doesn't matter if you listen to it.

Okay! Han Dong pretended to be listening seriously.

You should know very well that our universe has been torn apart one terrifying boundary gap after another caused by humans... This piece of permafrost, which I rule, connects the entire planet and is sucked into the [Broken Dimension] .

The moment it fell into it, the planet was dismantled, and nearly 80% of the individuals died.

As accidental survivors, we Wodas continued to wander between dimensions following the broken frozen continent, watching the continent being dismantled bit by bit, we could only hide in bunkers and wait for death.

However, death never came.

Instead, there is an irresistible 'whisper' in our brains, as if something more important than our life has fallen.

Everyone walked out of the bunker at the same time and gathered towards the center.

I saw the broken pages that were dismantled scattered among the permafrost, and it was because the scraps fell here that the whole piece of permafrost could stably drift between dimensions.

At that time, we all thought that it was the blessing from the north and the old kings... but we never imagined that this was the beginning of the nightmare and the pain.

On the first night of contact with the scrap pages, 60% of the clan lost their fundamental reason and died fighting for the scrap pages.

The surviving people are also quietly undergoing 'necromancy transformation', and bone slowly becomes the most important part of the body... As the transformation progresses, we begin to no longer rely on extreme cold, and can even be active at room temperature .

Since this is only a partial page,

We don't have the Pre-roll as a basic support, so we can't cultivate at all, and we can only passively accept such a transformation.

As everyone knows, we are gradually turning into undead absolutes, and we can even slowly hear the 'thought orders' from the residual pages.

Han Dong also threw a question at this time: Strange... The lifespan of the converts affected by Necronomicon should be very short? How can you survive for such a long time.

do not know.

Perhaps what we have encountered is not the whole book, but a part of the fragments related to the 'bone'.

Or maybe, this scrap page doesn't want us to die so soon... Because it has to use us to make it possible to return to the original world.

Huh? With the help of you, return to the world of alien demons?

That's right... in almost endless years, we've lost the concept of time.

We have been transformed into this continent in accordance with the requirements of the scrap pages.

The current level of completion has reached 83%. With just one more step, the entire continent can move normally between the Shattered Dimension, and with the positioning of the lighthouse, it can return to the original world.

Han Dong showed a suddenly enlightened expression:

I didn't expect that the broken pages that were split up alone would have self-awareness... enslaving you, deliberately retaining your consciousness and prolonging your lifespan, and even providing you with reproductive and creative functions.

In essence, I want to treat you as workers, work endlessly, and one day return to the original world and reconstruct the complete Necronomicon.

really interesting!

It is no wonder that so many giant bone pillars similar to 'legs' have grown at the lower end of the continent. Once completed, this continent should be able to 'walk' between broken dimensions.

It seems that the rest of the undead leftovers floating in the dimensions should also use various methods to return to S-01... This information is very important, thank you.

what about now?

The woman showed a relieved smile,

Now...we can get out early.

The ultimate goal of the scrappage wanting to return to the original world is to rebuild the Necronomicon.

Since a 'true disciple' like you came here, this process can be omitted.

Thanks for coming,

Take it and get out of here~

As for the group of intruders of unknown origin, we will do our best to hold them back and die with them as much as possible.

Um.

Han Dong didn't say much.

He could see that what this woman yearned most at the moment was to free herself from the constraints of slavery and seek true death.

Pfft!

Han Dong jumped and jumped into the cylinder filled with fluid bone.

There is no need for Han Dong to collect them one by one. When he falls into it, all the pages will automatically gather towards him.

Automatically attached after Preroll.

The Necronomicon-Bone Book has been included

At the same time, Han Dong, who was immersed in the tank, did not escape immediately.

Gulugulu~ bubbles rise

These bones, which have been stored for an unknown number of years, are sticking to the surface of Han Dong's skin and flowing into the body along the pores.