My Cell Prison

8. Chapter 8 Six-person Team · Chapter 8: The Six-Person Team · The curly-haired gentleman's motivational words had some effect. · The first to react was the black-haired woman clutching the crucifix. · "That's right! The great Captain Kulan successfully survived even a five-star difficulty cursed event, and he managed to bring most of his team out alive. Our determination will surely be noticed by the Lord; the Lord will lead us out of this dangerous Black Forest." · At that moment, a voice echoed in everyone's mind. · "The event has not yet begun. Your identities are a university film crew. Please make direct contact with the key figure, 'Granny Wang,' within one hour and travel together to the incident location: [Abandoned Villa]. If you fail to contact 'Granny Wang' within the specified time, or if you interfere with or refuse to board the vehicle heading to the incident location, the individual will be subject to forced erasure." · One hour of preparation time. · The curly-haired gentleman attempted to organize everyone to increase their chances of survival. · "We have plenty of time, so let's introduce ourselves! My name is Edward Murray... My father is a moderately famous writer, and my family background is decent. Due to an accident when I was a child, my right arm became like this." · The young man took the initiative to remove his white glove and roll up his sleeve. · A metal prosthetic limb, fusing mechanical aesthetics, was revealed. · The elbow, wrist, and finger joints were all composed of a large number of precision gears and miniature bolts... It could not only achieve normal bending movements between joints but could even perform contortions impossible for a normal person. · Small steam hydraulic devices were hidden within the streamlined metal arm, granting the prosthetic formidable strength. · "A steam prosthetic!!" · The fairly attractive blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman acted as if she had grabbed a lifeline. She did her best to display her beauty, leaning her body toward the young man. · Steam prosthetics were not something commoners could access. Even for a middle-class family in the Holy City, purchasing such a limb would cost a significant portion of their assets. · The blonde lady's gaze was fixed entirely on Edward Murray as she followed with her own introduction: "I'm Monica Hall... my mother works at a 'canteen'." · Edward Murray smiled slightly. He didn't accept the woman's advances, but he didn't reject her either, maintaining a distance of about two fists. · Since someone had started, the introductions proceeded smoothly. · The strongest and oldest member of the team, a bald white man, spoke with a face full of disdain: · "Delion. An ordinary worker at a parts factory. I'm good at... beating people up. Damn it! If this were a mutation or monster-type event, I could fight it head-on! These untouchable evil spirits are disgusting... how could my luck be this bad?" · At the thought of the event's nature, Delion punched the roadside wall. Of course, limited by his ordinary human constitution, he only produced a loud thud; the wall didn't budge. · The black-haired woman clutching the crucifix stood up slowly. · "My name is Green Ackermann. I volunteer at the church... The priest promised me that when I come of age in the second half of the year, I can stay and work at the church officially. The priest is very good to me... During my volunteer work, as long as I work overtime in the church at night for a while, I get a ten-penny reward." · There was an obvious problem in those words. · Churches do not open at night. This so-called night overtime was rather suspicious. · Following her, a young man who pretended to be calm but was actually panicking inside stood up. · He looked to be around twenty. Over his linen shirt, he wore a small burlap vest and a flat cap with frayed edges. · "Peters Herbert... you can just call me Bert. I work with my father selling newspapers. I don't have any special skills, I'm just a fast runner and I can tell who's willing to buy a paper. I'll work hard. I hope everyone survives." · This newsboy could be considered the most optimistic person in the team. · Finally, it was naturally Han Dong's turn... Among the group, Han Dong's physical condition was likely tied for last place with the frail believer girl. · Under his linen shirt, his skeletal torso gave the impression that a gust of wind could knock him over. · "Valen Nicholas... I was born with a weak constitution and stayed home with nothing to do. However, when I was bored, I gained a certain understanding of linguistics. I should be able to serve as a translator." · Han Dong deliberately offered a 'specialty.' · If he appeared too useless, he would surely be shunned by his teammates. · With much information still unclear and his body being weak, Han Dong had to make himself appear 'useful' to coexist with his teammates as an equal—or at least not be the worst member. · "You know the Mandarin of the Nine Provinces?" Edward Murray, the youth with the steam prosthetic, asked with a face full of surprise. · "Yes... basic communication is no problem." · "Excellent! You'll serve as our translator later. When we contact the key figure, 'Granny Wang,' you'll ensure we all reach the incident location smoothly." · "Understood." Han Dong accepted the task, establishing his value within the team. · Edward turned to the whole group and said: · "None of you mind if I act as the captain, right? I hope that during the upcoming event, everyone can follow my instructions and requests. I will do my best to increase everyone's survival rate. If you have any suggestions, you can bring them to me or the whole team. As long as they are reasonable, I will adopt them." · "I agree!" Monica Hall was the first to support him. · Immediately after, Han Dong also raised his hand. · In this kind of group operation, a leader was necessary. From the current situation, Edward was qualified. · As the others raised their hands one after another, the bald man, Delion, showed a look of disdain. "I'll follow you to the incident location, but I'll do whatever I want. I won't listen to anyone's opinions." · Edward replied with a smile, "Understood, Friend Delion. As long as you don't do anything harmful to the team, you can do as you wish." · Then, Edward turned to Han Dong. "Friend Nicholas, shall we head out?" · "Alright." · With that, the six-person team finished their introductions and formed a basic alliance, officially stepping onto their journey of horror. · To make them easier to remember, Han Dong labeled his five teammates. · [Prosthetic], [Believer], [Blonde], [Baldy], and [Newsboy]. · Additionally, a message from the "Head of the Faceless" dispelled Han Dong's plan to take shortcuts. · "Detected that the host is currently located in a special spatial zone. Opening the prison will consume a large amount of spatial energy. The Portable Prison will only open briefly when containing external objects. The host cannot enter the Portable Prison at will." · "As expected, it's not that simple..." · [END]