My Cell Prison

Chapter 21: Fate Weapon

Facing the Plague House battle, there were two things that exceeded Han Dong's expectations, one was good news and the other was bad news.

The good news was that [Sinister Chen Li]'s battle strength was much higher than what he understood as 'E+'. Against this kind of plague body whose physical abilities were limited to the normal human category, it was basically able to do a 'one cut amputation'.

The bad news was that the plague body only moved with the aid of this family's body, no matter how it was cut.

The parts that were cut off and landed on the ground could all become independent individuals.

There was even that one finger that crawled up her calf during the battle without Chen Li noticing! Tearing the skin with their nails to deliver the plague.

"Miss Chen Li, gather as many of their limbs in a pile as you can."

" Hmm..."

When everything was ready.

Han Dong threw the two bottles of poor quality liquor in his hands forward.

Slick!

Chen Li sliced open the wine bottle with a precise knife.

White wine was splashed on the surface of these plague flesh.

Han Dong quickly followed up, smashing the plastic lighter into the ground with force... The plastic casing shattered, and the internal high pressure formed a 'pressure differential' with the external environment, with the fuel inside exploding in small explosions under this pressure differential.

The liquors quickly ignites.

What these plague flesh feared the most was fire...as long as it was limited to the biological category, the flames could easily burn these plague flesh, even the spores could not exceed the temperature tolerance of 130C.

Phew!

Before completely burning out.

Han Dong, having determined that the largely charred limb was completely inactive and not in danger, a mysterious metal syringe appeared between his right hands and extracted the 'cell essence' of the plague body.

Immediately following that, the prompt of the completion of the hidden event was heard.

Han Dong, who had put away the syringe, wasn't thinking about receiving the reward, but rushed to Chen Li's side at the first opportunity.

"Miss Chen Li, please sit down against the wall... If the wound on your leg is not treated in time, it will be troublesome once the fungus spreads into your body."

"Mm."

Chen Li sat against the wall and stretched out her injured right leg.

There was already dark green juice coming out of the hole where the jeans had broken, and the situation didn't seem promising.

"I need to look at the rest of your calf...is that okay?"

"Hmm."

After obtaining consent.

Hiss~.

With the aid of a small knife, cut the jeans around the wound in order to observe the spread of the fungus.

Who knew... all that was revealed was Chen Li's white calf, and there was no 'infection spreading' at all.

"Strange, it's been a while since the injury... With the strenuous activity, the blood should have carried the germ body to other parts of the body long ago, so why didn't it spread?"

When Han Dong observed carefully with the aid of his flashlight, he finally discovered an 'evil qi' hovering around the wound.

It was this evil qi that confined the plague germ body to this area.

"There's still this kind of safety measure?"

Surprised, Han Dong once again took out a bottle of poor quality liquor and evenly applied it to the calf wound.

Han Dong looked at Chen Li: "Hold it... it's going to hurt a lot next."

" Okay."

To be able to eradicate the plague, a lighter was used to ignite the white wine on the wound.

Zzzzz~.

With a sound of organic matter burning, Chen Li's body also shuddered violently.

The alcohol burned, causing all the bacteria in the wound area to die.

A normal person might have passed out from the pain in the process, but Chen Li appeared to be all normal.

"Thank you."

Han Dong smiled in response, "It's my turn to say thank you... Is your body okay?"

"It's fine."

Chen Li's patience was extremely strong, holding up the wall as soon as her thighs entered the burn, and after a little rest, her movements were not hindered in any way.

As for Han Dong, he went forward with a little excitement to collect the reward he deserved.

The moment the plague body was burned.

The bronze treasure chest appeared out of nowhere in this cellar area... Han Dong stared at this treasure chest from nowhere and became even more curious about the 'Fate Space'.

Ka-ching!

The treasure chest opened.

On the red cushion, there was a short sword about forty centimeters long. This chapter is updat𝓮d by nov(e)(l)biin.com

A poisonous snake was finely carved on the hilt, and the sharp blade was faintly radiating a pale green glow under the light of the flashlight.

"This is!?"

As Han Dong grasped the short blade in his hand, he immediately received a message about the 'Fate Item'.

Fate Item - 'Plague Doctor's Short Blade'

Type: magic tool

Quality: Excellent

Special effects.

1. Attacks can be made with "Poison" damage.

2. If the wielder majors in [Mysticism], he or she can unleash the active skill: "Plague" - a non-directional single skill that infects the target with plague (level 1 + Mysticism Specialization).

Source: plague ravaging the dark ages of the Middle Ages, a short sword used by plague doctors to protect themselves.

"A 'fate item' similar to game data?"

Han Dong immediately recalled that the leader of the Black Rose Knights, who drew his long sword, also emitted a strong white scent, which should also be a type of Fate Weapon.

"Such a prop can greatly increase the survival rate... What else is there [Mystic Specialization]? It's a bit interesting, let's get to know it better after surviving."

Han Dong replaced the ordinary dagger he had bought with a short sword and wore it on his waist.

The hidden event took a total of one hour.

The remaining time for the main event was six hours and thirty minutes... It was still not too late to make it back to the bungalow, such an unexpected bonus that Han Dong's chances of surviving continued to improve.

"Miss Chen Li, let's circle around and go back."

"Why?"

"The scapegoat by Captain Edward's side has perished, and he will come up the mountain to find me in order to save himself...it is better not to meet with him at present.

"Mm."

But in this stormy weather, the trail was slippery... Eventually, with Chen Li's assistance, the two spent twenty minutes to get back to the bungalow.

In the demolition room, they met up with the still waiting Daqing brother.

"Brother Daqing, is everything ready?"

"Ready to go...but with this much rain, it might not have the desired effect."

"It's okay, as long as it gets 'started'!"

Everything was ready.

Han Dong then stayed inside the bungalow, preparing to spend the most dangerous hours here .

........

Edward Murray.

This young man, who came from a special family, had been preparing for this 'space of destiny' for a year and a half, even going so far as to voluntarily lose a hand and spend a large sum of money to undergo prosthetic surgery.

In Edward's eyes, all his peers were his stepping stones, using the 'time limit' to gain maximum survival time.

However...something was currently wrong.

"Where are the people! Nicholas, the frail, sickly boy and the cowardly female believer, must not have gotten very far...why couldn't they be found? Not even a flashlight?

These two cowards aren't going to commit suicide in company, are they?"

Edward had found the dilapidated tiled house where Han Dong had been hiding, and used his excellent physical abilities to search the hillside area, but he couldn't find anyone.

Just at that moment.

In the direction of the woods where the flashlight was shining, the body-thin brunette female slowly walked out.

"Akaman... great! Finally, I've found you!"

Edward took the initiative to approach, seeing Akaman as the next 'prop' to buy time for him.