With great power,es great irresponsibility. A thousand years ago, the birth of more than half a billion demigods forced out a new era of unrelenting strength and violence. Of course, with the monsters still prevalent in the Surface world, the first generations of demigods used their abilities to help each other.


    But the demigods are born from humans, and as is always the case with humans; once the creatures of the Underworld retreated back to theirirs, they started using their strength against each other — oppressing those who are weaker than them.


    And of course, normal prisons do not work, so the authorities then just decided to execute everyone who used their abilities for the wrong things. But of course, as civilization evolved and advanced, such barbaric customs were abolished for a more humane option.


    At first, they decided to build a prison in the Underworld — but they found it hard to maintain, and once a prisoner escaped, it was impossible to track them. Even with the advances in technology in the past 30 years, prisons in the Underworld always had a bad record.


    And so, in the end, the countries decided to go with the simplest of solutions, and Amerka was the first to build it 200 years ago — they ced their most secure prison on apletely isted and even more secure ind. And in present times, the only possible way to get to the ind is through air travel.


    It used to be possible to reach it through ships, but they instantly banned entry for any naval vessels when a prisoner almost escaped. They even put up a wall half a kilometer away from the ind to serve as its perimeter to avoid any unwanted entry.


    Right now, only nes or helicopters can enter the ind…


    …and one just happened tond on the ind not even moments ago.


    "What is this bullshit!?" A tall, bald old man was currently making his way across the airstrip; his face not even flinching at all even with the harsh and violent wind that was enough to almost blow away his coat and uniform.


    He was being followed by several other people, and judging by their hurried and slightly hesitant steps, they did not want to be the victim of the old man''s saliva as it rained down everywhere as he walked,


    "They only told us a few hours ago, and they actually expect us to wee them!? Just what do these fuckers want now!?"


    "They… they radioed that they would be bringing in a prisoner, Warden."


    "Rx, onnell. Your spit is getting everywhere because of the wind."


    "They are bringing in a prisoner without even giving us a notice!?" The Warden of the prison, onnell, nced back at his subordinates while still screaming his lungs out, leaving his men no choice but to just step to the side to avoid the bodily projectile. Fortunately for them, they did not have a target for long as they reached the tactical helicopter that justnded a few minutes ago.


    "Chief onnell."


    "Skip the willy badoosh, Kyle!"


    A man got off the rear hatch of the helicopter, only to be weed by onnell screaming right in front of his face.


    "Hm…" The man, Kyle, just closed his eyes, however, as he seemed to be incredibly used to this happening, "Then I''ll get straight to the point. We brought you a new tenant, he''s… special, so we didn''t really have time to give you a few days'' heads up. This is his file, his name is—"


    "I don''t give a fuck about no goddamn name!"


    Unfortunately for Kyle, he could not even finish his words before Chief onnell pped the file he had in his hand away,


    "And special? What do you mean special!? How many special prisoners have you brought here only for them to just be one of the maggots rotting on this goddamn motherfucking forsaken ind!"


    "Hey, I''m just here to deliver him, Chief," Kyle only nced at the file as it was flown away by the harsh winds in the airstrip. He then raised his hand, and as he did so, several men started rolling down arge steel box from the rear hatch.


    "What in the 3 hells is going on here…?" Chief onnell could really only lower his eyebrows as he watched as the men rolled therge steel box near them. He was about to say something else, but Kyle approached the box and ced his palm on some sort of terminal.


    "The man''s a highly dangerous individual, Chief," Kyle shrugged as the box started to hiss; letting out some steam before opening like some sort of refrigerator, "You would know why if you read his file, but the file''s probably swimming in the sea by now. You could probably search for him up on the Inte, but this ce doesn''t have any. So…"


    The box continued to open, causing the warden''s subordinates to slightly take a step back as they saw a manpletely strapped and bound on a standing stretcher. Chief onnell, however, did not flinch at all as he had seen the sight too many times already — the only thing new to him was the metal box.


    "Well…" Kyle then patted Chief onnell on the shoulder, "...It''s up to you now, Chief. Boys, let''s pack up! By the way, you should at least know his name…


    …Sergeant Rhys Wilder, Underworld Corps."


    And before onnell could even ask anything else, Kyle and his men all just abruptly got on the helicopter and left. The only thing Chief onnell and his subordinates could really do was stare at the prisoner they left behind.


    "A… dregga?" onnell looked at his subordinates, almost as if asking if they were seeing what he was seeing. Rhys''s eyes werepletely covered by a blind; while his mouth had a gag in it. His body,pletely wrapped around the standing gurney.


    "It… would seem so, onnell — a tall one at that."


    "...And what are you still looking around for!? The goddamn cart isn''t going to move itself, move!"


    onnell once again screamed before turning around and walking away, just letting his subordinates push Rhys across the airstrip by themselves. It wasn''t until they reached arge steel gate that a bunch of guards took Rhys off of their hands.


    To say that the prison was secured would probably be an understatement, as after they passed therge steel gate, another small steel gate weed them; the warden, not even an exemption from the scanning by the guards.


    "Warden, please proceed."


    "Take this motherfucker and hose him," onnell then scoffed while shaking his head before just leaving Rhys with the guards, "And just lock him up in a cell somewhere. Didn''t that Brooke guy die? Put him there."


    "onnell… isn''t he supposed to be a special prisoner?" The subordinate who seemed closest to onnell chased after him.


    "Special? Pft," onnell, however, just waved his hand, "Look around this fucking steel coffin — no one''s special here. Even that bitch in Cell 0 follows thew, and thew is whatever the fuck I say it is."


    "...But isn''t she allowed to roam free?"


    "Because I am allowing him to! Now stop yapping and start working! And since you''re so invested in this, Jordan — you process the fish."


    "But I have more paperwork to—"


    "Some other idiot can handle that," onnell then waved his hand, "Now go and fucking leave me alone while I sleep in my airconditioned office."


    "That…" Officer Jordan could really only stare at their warden''s back before just sighing in defeat. He then turned to look at the guards who were pushing Rhys and beckoned them to follow him until they reached a guarded room with a shower in it — but then again, every corner of the prison seemed to have a person guarding it.


    "Let''s see what we have here, then," Officer Jordan then gestured to the guards to remove Rhys''s blind and gag. And as soon as they did so, an audible gasp escaped from the mouths of everyone in the prepping room,


    "Oh no…" Officer Jordan then let out a small chuckle as he raised Rhys''s head with the baton he was holding, "...The women are going to have a field day with you, fish… and the men too. What did you do to get here, huh?"


    "Homicide, sir," and to Jordan and everyone else''s surprise, Rhys answered with a whisper without any hesitation at all; his silver eyes, although almost nk, were still pretty much alive.


    "Well, fuck…" Jordan lookedpletely amused, "...I have to say, I never thought I would be seeing a Lowborn here — and you''re Sergeant from the Underworld Corps? Times sure are changing out there. Who''d you even kill?"


    "Ss West, Sir."


    "...Sounds familiar," Jordan shrugged before just suddenly grabbing a syringe from his pocket and stabbing it straight through Rhys''s neck, "Anyway, let''s get this over with — try to do anything funny, and your head goes kaboom. Do you understand, fish?"


    "...Yes, sir."


    "Good, obedient," Jordan then turned to look at the guards, "Shave his head and hose him down. I''ll find him a cell to—"


    "Cell 0."


    And before Jordan could leave the prepping room, Rhys interrupted him to everyone''s surprise.


    "The warden said the woman in Cell 0 is free to roam around the prison," Rhys whispered as he looked Jordan in the eyes, "Is that true, Sir?"


    "You don''t need to be worrying about anyone else," Jordan looked at Rhys from head to toe one final time before walking away, "A lot of people here hate your kind, you''ll be lucky to even survive the night…


    …Wee to Typhon''s Ind, boy."