My Cell Prison

Chapter 550: Chapter 550 Count
 

Time rewinds to [Last night].

Han Dong is alone in his dormitory.

On his final day, Han Dong did not do any further training or studying, and just needed to rest up… at the same time, he also needed to deal with one matter, something that had to be arranged ahead of time.

In the bathroom.

Just after taking a hot bath, Han Dong is standing in front of the bathroom cabinet, staring at his emaciated self in the mirror.

He takes a sharp razor.

Not for shaving, but for delicately nicking his finger.

But.

The blood did not flow down into the sink as he imagined.

Instead, it wove through the air, twining and entwining, forming blood threads.

Slowly weaving into a diminutive head that Han Dong was all too familiar with.

A Scarlet Count wearing a “Cone-shaped eye protector” (the head is about 1/6 of the normal size).

“Hahaha! You are crazier than me… you actually want to keep a fragment of my consciousness!”

The familiar cackling echoed in the bathroom.

Just like what Dumps’ ‘Mother’ saw.

Han Dong deliberately retained a fragment of the Scarlet Count’s consciousness, in order to better take over Scarlet Manor.

After all, the Count spent decades constructing his ‘network of relationships’ that seemed invaluable to Han Dong, who as the Lord would definitely be able to use it one day.

However.

The process of [Breaking Seed] would inevitably lead to the demon’s death.

At least its physical body and soul would be absorbed by the knight.

The reason why the Count could retain a fragment of his consciousness was due to the ‘Cone-shaped eye protector’ he wore… it was also an important life-saving device for the Count.

After defeating the Count.

The Cone-shaped eye protector was preserved by Han Dong in the biology lab, sealed for safekeeping… not long ago, he slowly tried to release the Count’s consciousness, making some basic contact.

“There may be some special situations in tomorrow’s knight’s election, and I will need your help…”

“Knight election! Um… a very interesting human activity.

However, I am just a remnant of consciousness; I can’t even launch a counterattack within your body. How can I help you in times of danger?

Are you going to find me a [Blood Descendant] body and let me make a grand entrance as your minion?”

Han Dong smiled and nodded, “Yes, something like that… but the body, I will create for you in a unique way, to deal with some emergency situations.”

The Count laughed uproariously again, “Haha…ahaha! Why do you think I will help you? We are mortal enemies after all.”

“Mortal enemies? The war between us has ended, and I emerged victorious… you are just a captive of mine. Are you, the dignified Count of Scarlet Manor, unable to accept this?”

“Captive… a very interesting status.”

Han Dong continued to provide conditions, “If you are willing to help me… I can give you something very interesting.

An active body part with the same ‘laughter’ attribute, for you to control.”

“What is it?”

[Laughing Madness] is an extremely rare attribute.

The Count, who possessed the ‘Movable Deed’, had never seen a second creature possessing the [Laughing Madness] attribute during his invasion of various tribes.

With Han Dong’s promise, the Count instantly became interested.

After that.

A completely sealed “Clown’s Arm” was taken out from the head space.

In such an occasion discussing deals and possession of consciousness, it was naturally inconvenient for the Clown’s Arm to express its own opinions.

“Hmm! It’s real!”

The Count could sense the same [Laughing Madness] attribute from this bizarre arm, as well as a very strange power… a power he had never seen outside the city.

“This isn’t the arm of a creature from outside the city, is it? Could it be from a creature in the [Fate Space], a place exclusive to humans?”

“Correct… if you’re willing to cooperate with me, this arm will belong to you, serving as a temporary vessel for your consciousness.

Also, I have another piece of interesting news for you.

The main body of this arm is my next target, a very strong existence… one that is even more insane than you.

By that time, if we work together to kill it, I wouldn’t mind giving you its entire body.”

“Oh? A ‘laughter’ attribute stronger than mine?”

A flash of bloody light passed through the Count’s eyes, showing quite an interest…

“Hmm… As long as you are willing to sign this contract, we can talk about everything.”

The most important moment finally arrived.

It was just like when Han Dong was a postgraduate tutor, seducing students to join his research group to be tools through various ‘preferential treatments’.

At this moment.

Han Dong generated an equal contract via the “Faceless Skull”.

If the Count signed this contract, he would be completely harmless to Han Dong and could be used by him.

Of course, as the other party, Han Dong would also provide the Count with various forms of preferential treatment.

“A loser’s clause?”

Faced with the Count’s question, Han Dong did not intentionally avoid it.

“Yes, almost… Since you have fallen to this point, is there a better way to survive?

Why not continue with me like this, perhaps you might even see a new scene you have never seen before.

Anyway, it is better than dying outright.”

“Fate Space… Indeed, it is a field of great interest to me.

And there is a stronger Mad Laugh… Okay! I must meet that Mad Laugher.”

After saying that.

The count separated a blood thread from his face and signed his name – Bach Dakzor Valakot Von Dias Darren, in the bottom corner of the contract.

“The arm, it’s all yours… Do you need me to erase the consciousness inside?”

“No need… Just lend me a bit of blood.”

The “Cone-shaped eye protector”, acting as a bracelet, fastened directly onto the clown’s arm.

The Count’s head instantly turned into a drop of fresh blood, and in no time, dove into the arm.

Forcefully erased the residual consciousness of the clown inside… the incomplete consciousness of the clown carried by the severed arm, are absolutely unable to compete with the Count.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Slowly.

A Mad Laugh Mark emerged on the back of the hand.

“Whew… I finally established a cooperative relationship in advance.”

The first step of the large-scale plan constructed by Han Dong was successful at last.

After having established a legitimate relationship, it would be a good opportunity to try out the Count in the Knight Selection, for a valid attempt.

And the place to truly use the Count, is the Fate Space.

Before entering [Inside. Derry Town], Han Dong must ensure the ‘stability’ and ‘availability’ of the Count.

…

The timeline returns.

The second move released by Han Dong was exactly to instill the consciousness of the Count.

Consumed half of the energy to create a temporary blood plague body for the Count.

Transforming into the strongest posture the Count had when he was alive to attack the Death God directly.

“Is this… a Demon? A Mature Body-Demon that can cause tentacle transformation? But there is no pollutant factor at all, how did this guy do it?”

Staring at the few blood plague spots that grew on his arm.

The Death God became a bit serious.

The silver scythe revolved, instantly decapitating the two dog heads that attacked from the left and right.

Facing the Count who pounced straight to his face.

The Death God took a step forward, extending his unused left hand.

One finger pointed right at the Count’s forehead.

“Forbidden Technique of the Dead: Black Coffin”

In a blink.

A coffin full of black crosses enclosed the Count inside, extinguished within death… resolving Han Dong’s second move.

However…

The two dog heads that were cut off by the scythe earlier, as a result of the owner’s death.

Directly disintegrated into a pool of fresh blood.

The blood that spread over the stage, combined with the black residue left from the first attack (Hyperplasia Arm)… It seemed like the consciousness of the Count had been transferred in advance.