Chapter 636: Mental Radiation
Warden Mi La, dressed in a certain two-letter dominatrix outfit, lightly flicked the long whip in her hand with a flick of her wrist, not caring in the slightest that the clothing beneath her cloak was even more revealing than a typical swimsuit, brazenly displaying her curvaceous figure.
Seris, the boss of Seris Security, admitted to himself that he had seen many beautiful women, but he had never encountered anyone who could so deeply stir the masochistic tendencies hidden within a person's heart.
He no longer dared to meet the woman's gaze.
Because those eyes seemed to possess a magical power that made anyone who met them feel an intense, willing urge to kneel and allow their master to whip them.
"High-tier Charm ability..." Seris hurriedly pulled a pair of specialized sunglasses from his pocket and put them on, to block the other party's unconscious charm power.
"Barely qualifies as high-level cannon fodder." After observing Seris's reaction, Warden Mi La could barely be said to have acknowledged Seris by half a glance.
......
"Have your people all wear these." Mi La pulled out a string of bracelets from who-knew-where and casually tossed them to Seris.
"Don't lose them. If you don't wear them properly, you'll die."
He also noticed that Mi La and the people she brought each wore an identical pink bracelet on their wrists.
"Mental Radiation Protection Bracelets. The prison contains extremely powerful mental radiation. Even outside, without these, anyone below Fourth Tier wouldn't survive half a day. If inside, most people wouldn't last ten seconds."
"Why didn't our instruments alarm?" To complete this mission, Seris Security had brought a large quantity of reconnaissance equipment, to ensure this six-billion-dollar big business deal was foolproof.
"Idiot, your stupid instruments can at most detect energy radiation, but mental radiation that directly distorts consciousness can only be sensed by Martial Artists and a very few Spirit Cultivators. I'm sure you wouldn't want to become a lunatic who only knows how to kill, kill, kill."
Mi La explained with rare patience, because Seris had just, very knowingly, secretly slipped her a box of money.
......
After hearing the beautiful woman's words, Seris remained somewhat skeptical.
"Then the prisoners in the prison..."
"Every prisoner wears a bracelet; if they are found to have any thoughts of escaping, the function of their bracelet will be remotely disabled."
Unlike typical prisons, the shackles of the Geocentric Grand Prison do not directly restrict the prisoners' freedom of movement; instead, they protect their lives.
"Why is there mental radiation in the prison?"
"For the sake of those five million Federation Credits, I'd advise you: in the future, take fewer jobs where you know nothing, or you'll lose your life." Mi La didn't directly answer his question at first.
"Or... if you lick my foot, I'll tell you the answer." After a few seconds of silence, a faint red glow suddenly appeared in Mi La's eyes.
She took off the shoe from her left foot, then lifted her netted-stocking-clad foot into the air, directly facing Seris.
He could even smell the subtle scent of hormones emanating from her foot.
There was no foul odor; just a soft, alluring sensation, subtly mixed with a faint body fragrance.
......
However, Seris was, after all, a figure of some standing, and had never been subjected to such treatment.
He wasn't a true masochist, after all. After finally breaking free from the charm, it was a testament to his self-restraint that he didn't immediately lose his temper.
Of course, the more important reason was his cowardice.
According to the combat power assessment data displayed by the auxiliary system developed by his company, this beautiful lunatic was a Martial Artist of at least Five Tiers.
If it came to a real fight, ten of him, tied together, wouldn't be enough for her to crush with a single finger.
"Hm? Don't like licking? Or how about a taste of candle wax?"
Behind Mi La, an expanse of burning candles materialized; molten wax dripped incessantly towards the ground, only to dissipate a second before reaching it.
Not only that, within the mental illusion she created, there were also various strange objects like hobby horses, ropes, and long nails.
......
Seris was utterly bewildered. He had no idea what was happening; Warden Mi La, who had just been speaking with him normally, had, without any warning, transformed into a powerful sadist, not only demanding ** from him, but also materializing equipment for various strange interests.
"Apologies, I was a bit out of line just now." The red glow in Mi La's eyes instantly dimmed, and her gaze regained its clarity.
"Just some side effects of my cultivation."
"As long as you're alright." Seeing Mi La return to normal, Seris breathed a sigh of relief. If she had truly continued like that, things would have become both awkward and troublesome.
Although Mi La was indeed very much to his taste, a domineering CEO accustomed to holding the dominant position could not accept playing the other role.
"The price of staying in this prison. To gain power through shortcuts, one always has to pay a price."
"Power?" Seris, who had just been almost tormented by 'power', was extremely sensitive to the word 'power' coming from Mi La's mouth.
"The mental radiation in the prison is a treasure for Martial Path cultivation. As long as you adjust the amount of mental radiation with the bracelet, it's like constantly battling in the mental world, every moment, continually sharpening one's martial will. The cultivation speed in the prison is at least five to ten times faster than outside."
"If it's truly that good..."
"The price is intermittent mental instability, just like earlier..." Mi La smiled sweetly at Seris, sending a chill down his spine instantly.
"So, what exactly is the source of this mental radiation?"
"Or... how about a collar?" The red glow in Mi La's eyes flickered back to life.
Seris's inquiries came to an abrupt end.
......
"Reporting, Boss, I finally found out that the guards in this prison, led by that Warden, are almost all Martial Artists of a certain rank but without significant backing. It's said that, apart from the chief warden, everyone else willingly works here for the unique mental radiation of the Geocentric Grand Prison. Although the side effects of the mental radiation are severe—it triggers, on average, once every two to three days, and when it does, it reveals the most vile and insane aspects of one's humanity—this group of people lacking powerful connections still treats this territory, which major powers consider to be of little worth, as their most precious treasure.
......"
The young man who had previously been communicating with Liang Wenzhe was now holding a thick stack of materials, explaining the surrounding situation to Seris.
Any cultivator who doesn't want to expose their dark side and then suffer social death cannot accept this side effect of mental radiation.
Especially if they happen to offend a superior while in a crazed state, or expose certain private habits that cannot be revealed publicly, the consequences are often catastrophic.
PS1: Daily recommendation: "Apocalypse Compass", a book that strives to find new ideas in an apocalypse setting.
PS2: Also recommending a new reader group: 135-571-625. The old group has been disbanded.
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