Chapter 11 Hyperion

When Hyperion felt the surroundings brighten again, her vision gradually focused.

She found herself standing in a hall as vast as a theater.

The dome was high above, adorned with intricate murals depicting scenes from demonic mythology. The colors of these murals had faded somewhat, but they still exuded an indescribable grandeur, emitting a soft, hazy light under the lamps.

At the center of this hall, on a high platform, was another deep purple, mirror-like void portal. With its help, perhaps she could continue to the lower levels of the prison.

However, as Hyperion stood at the foot of its steps, she noticed that its surface was unusually calm, lacking the rippling, deep purple effect she had seen on the void portals in the base level.

There must be a locking spell in place. Without the proper authorization, it would be impossible to activate it.

Just as Hyperion shifted her gaze, she noticed the Great Poet of Love sprawled on the ground.

She seemed to have lost her balance upon landing, falling like a doll.

“Lanfu, my Lanfu.”

Hyperion quickly helped the Great Poet of Love up and checked her cheeks for injuries.

Fortunately, the Great Poet of Love was wearing a mask that provided some protection; otherwise, her face might have been bruised.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll be sure to hold onto you next time we use a portal.”

Hyperion repeatedly apologized to the black-haired, green-eyed Great Poet of Love.

“Oh.”

The Great Poet of Love wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, answering absentmindedly, meaning it was okay, as it wasn't his main body, so it wouldn't break from a fall.

“Stay close to me later. Once we leave this hall, we might encounter dangerous areas.”

Hyperion whispered beside the Great Poet of Love, knowing that Lanchi’s will was currently inside.

While he was controlling his main body to stall Warden Bacchus, he had only spared a portion of his mind to control the Great Poet of Love, to help her complete the mission in the prison together.

This caused the black-haired, green-eyed Great Poet of Love to appear a bit dull, with slow reactions and innocent eyes, and he might even fall on flat ground.

Although the Great Poet of Love was immortal, he could still feel pain, and each time a summon was defeated, there would be an increasingly longer cooldown period.

A second passed.

“Understood.”

The Great Poet of Love nodded.

Seeing the Great Poet of Love in this state, Hyperion shifted her attention away from her and focused on the present situation.

Since the Hellraum Underground Prison of the Imperial City inherited the ancient nine-tiered barrier legacy of the demon world, its rules were more akin to demonic logic.

And "trial assessment" was different from "formal employment."

After "formal employment," one would probably only need to stay on a specific level, and would only be allocated or transferred to other levels under special circumstances.

"Trial assessment," on the other hand, required one to pass through each level as much as possible.

The deeper one went during the trial assessment, and the higher the evaluation received on each level, the higher the grade of graduation diploma awarded by the Protos Royal Magic Academy would be. The team might even eventually get a chance to choose an ancient storage magic item.

Even though Lanchi was now a person of power, he couldn't influence these core operational mechanisms that had been fixed since the school's founding. They were interconnected with many Hellraum Royal Family-named institutions.

Hyperion didn't expect to achieve that step.

She was only a freshman at the Ikrith Academy. Getting a graduation certificate from a prestigious overseas university after just one trip to the Northern Continent was too dreamy.

Moreover, what Hyperion didn't know how to evaluate was that the Protos Royal Magic Academy, as a prestigious overseas university, was even recognized by the Southern Continent United Council. The magical steel seal of Emperor Franklin could not be forged, and graduation certificates and all related materials were traceable in the Magic Tower Society of the Southern Continent.

If Milian Milford completed the three-year path of Hyperion Alanzal in three months, then she would be tempted to change accounts.

Hyperion looked back at the three exceptionally quiet teammates. They stood in place like demon king's personal guards, ready to follow orders at any time.

These were three pure fighters, as well as people who could be ready to act as substitutes at any time.

Well-trained demon king's army would not easily express any thoughts in front of the commander.

Then Hyperion raised her forearm, looking at the deep red fluorescent Protos Royal Magic Academy student bracelet.

For official prison guards, they had dedicated work bracelets for Hellraum Prison, while for students participating in the trial assessment, their student bracelets would function similarly.

Hyperion skillfully and quickly swiped the red light on the black jade bracelet, and lines of information immediately appeared ten centimeters above the bracelet in mid-air.

[Within Hellraum Prison, you must abide by the prison guard code. It is forbidden to attack other prison guards and staff in any way. The first time will result in a warning, the second time will be directly regarded as a prisoner, suppressed by the prison barrier, and detained or executed by other prison guards.]

[On the first basement level of Hellraum Prison, completing work can earn corresponding service points.]

[Service points can be exchanged for resources in the prison. Service point trading permissions for the current level can only be opened after all conditions for going to the next level are met.]

[In the Protos Royal Magic Academy Prison Guard Internship Program, the final service points obtained will be fully converted into Protos Royal Magic Academy credit points for the student, or you can choose to exchange them for Protos yuan equivalent to the corresponding prison guard's salary.]

[Current location: Hellraum Prison, first basement level, teleportation hall.]

[Work content: Labor dispatch.]

[You will have great freedom to accept labor delegation work from the wardens of this circle, and you will receive a certain number of service points upon completion.]

[Conditions for going to the second basement level: Complete at least one prison guard job on the first basement level, the team service points are greater than 1000, and obtain the permission and evaluation of the warden of the first basement level.]

Hyperion quickly flipped through the information.

In this prison guard internship, service points were everything, and they were what full-time prison guards and intern prison guards needed to strive to obtain.

Although she couldn't yet see what could be specifically exchanged on each level, the Ice Witch had told her that under the ancient nine-tiered demon world barrier formula of Hellraum Prison, there was a function—

If you paid enough of a price, you could even choose a favorite prisoner and try to form an unbreakable lifelong slave contract with them.

This price should refer to the service points translated from Protos language.

Of course, this was just an opportunity.

As for whether one could successfully persuade them and form a slave contract, it all depended on the prisoner's willingness.

Once a prisoner was chosen by a noble, they could quickly get out of prison, but they would also become lifelong slaves, controlled for life.

In demonic philosophy, they believed that the strong could attract the strong, and only the strong had the opportunity and power to give other strong individuals rebirth and redemption.

(End of chapter)