Mixed Blessing System

"Oh? Are we the ones stuck with you?" That old man laughed at Lothur, thinking this naive person was unaware of reality.

He then moved one of his hands toward Lothur\'s right ear, planning to send this sucker away in one blow.

However, he underestimated this level 16 young man. Lothur stopped this person\'s hand by holding him by the wrist in the middle of his movement.

"What do you think you\'re doing, old man? Do you want to know hell before everyone else?" He asked as he glared at that man, who already had a pained expression.

"Aaah! Let me go, you bastard! Do you know who I am? Do you know where I come from?" That man realized that Lothur was much stronger than he looked and immediately resorted to a new strategy.

"What difference does your origin make, old man? You are inside the Imperial Prison." Lothur squeezed one of that man\'s wrists harder, drawing the attention of some people passing by in the vicinity.

The interior of the Imperial Prison looked like a town in the shadows, a negative place full of doom.

But there was commerce and people working, something necessary to keep the prisoners alive because they needed food since they could not cultivate.

At the same time, since the empire had no control over what happened inside this place, the inmates had naturally instituted an order to survive this place and have something to do in their time in prison.

Some of the weaker ones offered services using professional skills. Others managed to use the few items that the imperial family allowed into the prison to produce things of greater value and then sell them.

So, as much as this was a prison, there was movement there similar to that of a city, with groups gambling, people working, coming, and going through the streets.

At the same time, some were watching what was happening around the area, something necessary for the local leaders to maintain their positions.

Some factions within the Imperial Prison gathered around powerful figures who could guarantee the survival and even the quality of life of weaker prisoners.

With these groups, there were internal disputes. As such, there was a need to observe what was happening around the city through observers such as some on the outskirts of that entrance area.

Some of these observers saw that the newcomer was not weak and seemed a bit aggressive and was soon intently watching him from the shadows of the buildings in the area.

"My family may not come here because they don\'t know where I am, but I\'m part of a powerful faction here, brat. If you mess with me, you\'ll soon have more than a dozen peak cultivators looking for your head!" The old man said, not getting tired of threatening Lothur.

"For I am waiting for them, old man," Lothur said, squeezing that man\'s wrist harder until his bones broke, emitting the sound of it for dozens of meters, making everyone on that street look in his direction.

"Hey, what\'s going on?"

"Looks like the old man tried to get close to this new guy and got in trouble, haha."

"Well done! Finally, one who isn\'t immediately oppressed! The damned heads deserve some defeats!"

"But will he survive?"

Some of the weaker ones in the area commented in low voices among themselves, particularly favorable to Lothur, as not all of them were part of the factions in this place.

The weaker ones, in many cases, had difficulty entering these factions or even did not do so due to unfavorable conditions for them. As such, they were the ones who suffered the most in the Imperial Prison, those who were below the pawns of the leaders of that place.

Meanwhile, one of the observers in the area, a member of the same faction as that old man, frowned and clenched his fists angrily.

\'You bastard! You\'ll pay for this!\' He thought but did nothing immediately.

He could sense that Lothur was stronger than him and would demand more powerful members of their faction for them to take revenge on this arrogant young man. So he took no chances and immediately set off toward his leaders to notify them of the emergence of this problem!

Meanwhile, Lothur decided not to kill that old man on his way.

\'My ability will recover in another 12 hours.\' He felt that as he looked at the surroundings silently, still crushing that man\'s wrist. \'Then it will be better if I make a group of powerful men come to me at the end of that period. That way, I will be able to harvest a good crop.\'

After thinking about it, Lothur chuckled subtly before throwing that old man away and using his visual abilities to find somewhere to hide.

Now it was time for him to make them think he was afraid and create the situation he needed to accomplish his goal!

\'I\'ll set my trap.\'

...

As Lothur moved around the outer sides of the City of Darkness, in the most central area of this place, a group of people was laughing and drinking in a room where many naked women were dancing.

There were men and women in the Imperial Prison. After all, the difference in genders did nothing to diminish a person\'s potential danger to Leopoldine.

Some of the stronger men used their advantages to oppress weaker women, making them stay under their domination and perform jobs that were hard to swallow.

This was terrible for these women, but it also made this environment so depraved and bloody that one would kill at any moment, and it was not uncommon for bodies to appear in the local streets.

In this place, a man drinking and with two women sitting on his lap was looking at a girl in a cage in one of the corners of that area.

He had a lascivious smile on his face and was breathing like a predator craving his prey.

His lips were as red as blood, matching his armor of the same color.

As he looked at that green-haired beauty, one of his companions drinking alcohol laughed and said. "Boss, we must wait for the Thousand Poison Weed to take effect. Before then, anyone who touches that woman will die from poisoning.

Even Divine Soul cultivators would be in danger of being weakened by touching that woman." That man said before looking with desire at that woman and licking his lips.

Meanwhile, the green-haired young woman couldn\'t help but fear her situation, feeling that her end was near.

\'Lothur...\' Rebecca thought as she was chained inside that cell, not knowing what to do to escape the clutches of those people. \'If things continue, I will kill myself before they touch my body.\'

But while she was thinking about that, suddenly a man rushed into that place and said. "Boss, a new inmate has just entered the city!"

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