Yan Chuan frowned slightly.
Hesse stood beside him, crossing his arms to prevent anyone nearby from bumping into him.
His expression wasn’t great either, probably feeling that it was too noisy around them.
Aside from the two of them, it seemed even the newly arrived inmates were eagerly anticipating this “competition.”
Yan Chuan thought for a moment.
Among this batch of newcomers, apart from him, there didn’t seem to be many F-grade inmates.
But being newcomers, they were likely to be at a disadvantage against the old hands. Their current excitement probably stemmed from finding a legitimate reason for “revenge.”
After all, in formal arena competitions, participants had the potential to be injured or even killed, not to mention the extremely poor rules in the Confinement Island Prison.
The rules involved random draws, with same-level competition. However, if someone wanted to challenge at a higher level, that was also permissible; the challenged party could not refuse.
The winner would receive a higher grade badge, while the loser would face a grim fate.
They would be taken away by the prison guards to an unknown location and would never reappear in the Confinement Island Prison.
If he were to go up alone… Yan Chuan silently compared his physique to the others and realized he would likely be the first to be eliminated.
As for now, he could only hope that his luck wouldn’t be particularly bad and that he wasn’t the first one picked.
If it weren’t for the customary rule of participating in this competition, he wouldn’t even want to show up.
However, avoiding it wasn’t a good choice either; he could also be dragged out of his cell.
Suddenly, Yan Chuan thought of something.
The Confinement Island Prison is a variant script, and generally speaking, variant scripts often feature supernatural beings.
Yan Chuan had been in the script for three days and hadn’t encountered any supernatural events, indicating that the variants in this script pertain to the concept of “monsters.”
This term is quite broad; anything non-human with unimaginable power can be deemed a “monster.”
It was unclear whether these creatures were artificially created or pre-existing, but it was evident that monsters existed within the Confinement Island Prison.
So, did the prison warden and guards know about this?
Yan Chuan thought it was possible.
The emergence of monsters could not go unnoticed, and spending more time in prison would reveal their presence.
However, living with monsters brought immense pressure and wasn’t easy to hide. The NPC guards in this script were indistinguishable from real people, and the layout and rules were so bizarre that Yan Chuan made a bold guess.
Firstly, there are indeed monsters in the Confinement Island Prison.
These monsters are a mystery; their origins are unclear, but combining what Leon had disclosed, Yan Chuan felt it was related to the research facility that predated the prison.
Secondly, very few people know of these monsters’ existence. Most guards and inmates believe they are working in a normal prison, with only the warden and a select few in charge of handling these matters being aware.
Naturally, those outside the Confinement Island know too, as they are the ones transporting supplies and prisoners back and forth.
Then the question arises.
How are the “monsters” contained and ensured they don’t go berserk?
What do they eat?
Only those responsible for the monsters would know the former, yet Yan Chuan could make a hypothesis about the latter.
His gaze swept over the stage and landed on two faces, twisted and flushed from exertion.
Yan Chuan shuddered slightly.
He surmised… that those who lose would likely become “nourishment” unknowingly.
They would feed the monsters that are kept in captivity.
However, Yan Chuan believed that it was they, the inmates, who were the ones being raised.
Like crickets in a fighting match, batches upon batches were thrown onto this isolated, desolate island, where internal conflicts determined who became the nourishment.
The main task given to him by the script was to escape from the Confinement Island.
Yan Chuan’s gaze fell on Hesse beside him.
He found Hesse’s presence on this island somewhat strange.
Clearly, there was no severed connection with the outside world; he still retained his previous “privileges,” and even in the Confinement Island Prison, he was still respected.
As he was about to make eye contact with Hesse, Yan Chuan lowered his eyelids.
Hesse was obviously an important NPC for him to complete his task; his identity and intentions were crucial points.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Chuan heard Hesse whisper next to his ear, “Are you scared?”
Yan Chuan gently nodded.
He pursed his lips, seemingly reluctant to witness what was unfolding before him, and turned to Hesse, “Do you know where the losers are taken?”
Hesse paused for a moment before nodding, “Yeah… they will be taken outside.”
“Outside” here naturally did not mean leaving the Confinement Island.
The losers would be taken to an unknown location on the island, as determined by the responsible guards.
The handling process was likely related to the script’s background.
Furthermore, this would be Yan Chuan’s first “competition” in the script.
He recalled something he had seen about animal behavior; after waking, they need to feed, and the digestion time is when they are calm.
Perhaps he could take this opportunity to uncover the secrets of the Confinement Island Prison.
This approach carried a significant risk.
Yan Chuan needed to silently follow the guards and evade multiple inspections to catch a glimpse of the “monster’s” shadow, potentially disturbing the temporarily established peace.
The danger was substantial, but it would also aid him in completing his task.
For instance, by filling in the background information of the script.
Yan Chuan turned his gaze back to Hesse.
“So when you say ‘taken outside’…” he trembled his eyelashes, revealing a face of hesitation and confusion, “does it mean we might encounter something?”
Hesse took a while before asking, “Why do you think that?”
Yan Chuan half-heartedly shared his hypothesis.
“Because the prison wouldn’t just let them go,” he lowered his gaze, “and no one has ever seen them again; they just disappeared on the island.”
The word “disappear” was enunciated particularly clearly.
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