My Cell Prison

Chapter 8: Team of 6

The inspirational words of the curly-haired boy played a part.

The first to react was the dark-haired woman holding the cross.

"Right! The great Captain Curran but he even survived a curse-like event of five-star difficulty and survived with most of his squad.

Our determination will surely be discovered by the Lord, and He will lead us out of this dangerous Dark Forest."

At that moment, a voice echoed in everyone's mind.

''The event has not yet opened, you are a team of college students filming as a team, please come face to face with the main character of the event, 'Granny Wang', within one hour and head to the place of the event [Abandoned Mountain Resort] together.

If you don't make contact with 'Granny' within the allotted time, or if you interfere with her or refuse to take the vehicle to the event, you will be erased.

One hour's preparation time.

The curly-haired boy tried to organize everyone in order to increase the chances of survival.

"There's plenty of time, let's introduce each other! My name is Edward Murray...My father was a little-known writer and his family was quite well off.

I had an accident as a child and my right hand turned out like this."

The youngster voluntarily removed his white gloves and lifted his sleeves.

A metallic prosthetic arm fused with a mechanical aesthetic was revealed. nove(l)bi(n.)com

The elbows, wrists, and finger nodes were made up of a large number of precision gears and micro bolts... not only enabling normal bending movements between joints, but even bending movements that were not possible for normal people.

Hidden within the multi-streamlined metal arms were small steam hydraulic devices that gave the prosthetics great strength.

"Steam prosthetic limbs!!!"

As if grasping at straws to save the people, the rather graceful blonde haired and blue eyed girl revealed her beauty as much as possible and leaned towards this youngster.

Steam prosthetic limbs were not something a commoner could touch, even a middle class family in the Holy City would have to spend a lot of money to purchase such a prosthetic.

The blonde lady's gaze was fully directed towards the curly-haired little brother Murray, followed by her self-introduction: "My name is Monica Hall, my mother works in the restaurant."

Curly-haired Brother Murray smiled slightly and did not accept the woman's offer of an embrace or rejection, keeping about two arms worth of distance.

Now that someone had started, the introductions went on without a hitch.

The bald white man, the strongest and oldest of the group, said with a scowl.

"Drion, a regular worker at the parts factory. Better at...beating people up.

Damn! If it's a mutant or monster-type event, I can still fight it head-on! This kind of untouchable evil spirit is disgusting...how did my luck get so bad."

As soon as he thought of the event problem, Derrion smashed his fist directly into the roadside fence... Of course, limited to his ordinary human physique, he just smashed it with a sound, and the wall didn't move at all.

The dark-haired girl clutching the cross in her hand slowly got up.

"My name is Akaman Grimm, and I volunteer at the church... The priest had promised me that I will be able to stay in the church and work officially when I come of age later in the year.

The Lord Priest has been very kind to me...During the volunteer period, if I work overtime in the church at night for a while, I will be rewarded with ten pence."

There is an obvious problem with this statement.

Churches don't open on also nights, and there's something odd about working overtime at night, so to speak.

Immediately afterwards, a young man who pretended to be calm, but was actually very panicky inside, stepped forward.

The appearance is around twenty years old, linen shirt with a coarse cloth vest, wearing a newspaper children's hat with fur brim.

"Peter Herbert... everyone just call me Herb.

I work with my father as a newspaper salesman, and I'm not particularly good at it, so I can run fast enough to see what people would want to buy the paper.

I'll try my best, I hope everyone survives."

This newspaper boy was considered the most optimistic person in the team.

In the end, it was naturally Han Dong's turn... Among the line of people, I'm afraid this physical quality of Han Dong was tied with that skinny believer girl at the bottom of the list.

Underneath the linen shirt, a torso as thin as firewood gave one the feeling that the wind was blowing.

"Nicholas Valen ... was born with a bad body, and stayed at home with nothing to do. However, when usually bored, with some knowledge of linguistics, I should be able to act as a translator."

Han Dong deliberately gave a 'speciality'.

If he made himself appear too useless, he was bound to be disliked by his teammates.

With a lot of information unclear for the time being and a weak flesh, Han Dong must make himself appear somewhat 'useful' and coexist with his teammates as equals, or at least not be the worst member.

"You speak Chinese ?" The young man with the steamy prosthetic leg-Edward. Murray looked surprised.

"Well...basic communication is fine."

"Good! Later on, you'll act as the translator and make contact with the important person, 'Granny Wang', so that we can all make our way to the place of the incident."

"Mm." Han Dong took this errand and realized his value within the team.

Edward turned to the crew and said.

"Do you all mind if I serve as captain?

I hope that you will obey my instructions and requests during the next action of the event, and I will do my best to increase your survival rate.

Any comments you all have can be made to me or the entire squad, and as long as they are reasonable, they will be taken on board."

"I agree!" Blondie Monica Hall was the first to approve.

Followed by Han Dong, he also raised his hand.

For such a group action, having a leader was a must.

From the current situation, Edward was qualified for that.

While everyone raised their hands one after the other, the bald man, Derrion, was scornful, "I will follow you to the place of the incident, I will do whatever I want to do and will not listen to anyone's opinion."

Edward responded with a smile on his face, "Show understanding, friend Derrion, you can do whatever you want as long as you don't act in a way that is harmful to the team."

Edward then turned to Hanton, "Friend Nicholas, shall we go?"

"Good."

And with that, the full six were introduced and pretty much united as a front, officially embarking on a tour of terror.

To make it easier to remember.

Han Dong labeled each of the five teammates with a label.

[Prosthetic Limb], [Believer], [Blonde Girl], [Bald Brother], [Newspaper Boy]

In addition, a message from the 'Faceless Head' dispelled Han Dong's plan to be opportunistic.

Detecting that the subject is currently in a special spatial area, opening the prison will consume a large amount of space energy... The portable prison will only open for a short period of time while housing external objects, and the subject will not be able to enter the portable prison on his own.

"It really isn't that simple..."