I'm supposed to be beheaded right at the start, but I'm immortal!

Chapter 2. You've really put me in a lot of trouble!

While the wizard Walker chatted with Green, the bull-slaughtering knight fell silent again. He seemed to dislike talking and was only interested in the minotaurs.

Green was arrested and imprisoned in the evening. At the signal from the wizard Walker, the two remained silent.

Before long, the prison guards delivered today's dinner to the cells of the men.

Hard, bitter black bread and a bowl of water.

Looking at the other two, Green's lips twitched:

"Wait, why do I only have half a loaf of bread?"

Yes, the other two had a whole loaf of dark bread, while he only had half.

Are the prison guards in this ditch targeting us?

The old wizard Walker sized up Green and said, "Maybe he's just jealous because you're handsome."

Green suddenly realized: "I see, but..."

Green looked at the old wizard who was holding the bread with his fingers in a delicate, orchid-like gesture:

"I've seen the way you eat before on a very respected old man in my hometown."

The old wizard chuckled, "Our people, the children of the Golden Ancestral Tree, eat like this to express their reverence for food."

Green added, "Unfortunately, the old man died a few days later."

The old wizard's smiling face froze.

No, is this kid cursing himself to be short-lived?

The old wizard wasn't angry.

After all, Green was the one who truly died young.

The teleportation magic can only be used tomorrow night, and this kid will be dragged away to be beheaded tomorrow noon.

The old wizard wasn't worried that Green would tell the guards about his escape plan in order to save his life. Although he couldn't use teleportation magic, he still had some tricks up his sleeve.

As for Green's statement that he could gather the "fuel" for himself in a short time...

The old wizard looked at Green with pity.

Green: "What are you looking at?"

The old wizard: "..."

How can this young man have no manners at all?

The old wizard just told Green that after dinner, the guards won't come back after lights out and they've finished their inspection.

While eating half a piece of dark bread, Green asked, "Are you sure you can cast a teleportation spell immediately with just ten hands?"

In some games, teleportation magic is so common that players don't need it at all.

But this isn't a game. When Grimm was fighting in the Western Continent, he met a mage who said that teleportation magic was an academy-level arcane spell; aside from that, ordinary people didn't have the authority to learn it.

Magic in this world is generally divided into civilian and military levels. Although Grimm has never been exposed to arcane magic, it sounds very powerful.

Can this old wizard really succeed with that so-called fragment of the Golden Ancestral Tree?

Don't waste your time and end up having to figure out how to get out on your own.

In response to Green's doubts, the old wizard said firmly, "Why would I lie to you? If it works, it works; if it doesn't, it doesn't."

Green nodded and remained silent.

Seeing his expression, the old wizard thought to himself that the boy had indeed been talking nonsense. Now that he had calmed down, he was ready to accept tomorrow's judgment.

The old wizard could do nothing about it.

After all, even the most talented mages in the academy can't necessarily regenerate limbs and heal themselves without facing certain fates.

It's very blue.

Then, lights out came. The prison guard made his rounds but found nothing amiss. Before leaving, he glared at Green fiercely, warning him to behave, and then departed.

In the dark prison cell.

Just as the old wizard was about to close his eyes in a daze, he heard a voice in his ear:

"Old Deng, do you want your left hand?"

……

"What?! You don't want it?!"

A sound came from the warden's office.

Pay attention.

The prison guard standing outside the office is named Ivan.

From a young age, his family sold everything they owned to send him to school, seeing him as their hope for a better future.

Unfortunately, Ivan's grades were not ideal. Born in the slums, no matter how hard he tried to take out loans and find ways to increase his extraordinary potential, he could never compare to those gifted geniuses and wealthy people.

The three lower realms of the extraordinary realm in this world, from lowest to highest, are: Firefly, Lantern, and Destiny.

Each realm is further divided into three smaller stages. Since the Emperor united with the Northern Witch King, the Eastern Continent Church and Academy, and the Adventurers' Guild, except for the Western Continent near the Demon Realm Gate, the three continents of the East, South, and North, which occupy 90% of the area of ​​Therla, can only break through by obtaining the corresponding certificates.

Otherwise, if they break through illegally and are discovered by the Church's Inquisition, they will suffer a terrible fate.

Even after graduating from university, Ivan failed to obtain the Lantern Certificate and remained just an ordinary third-tier transcendent being in the Firefly Realm.

After becoming the captain of the prison guards at St. Petersburg Prison, his monthly salary, after covering normal expenses, was barely enough to pay off the installment loans he had previously incurred.

The thought of the enormous amount of extraordinary potential he had overdrawn to obtain the Lantern Certificate, and the thought that such days might continue for decades, filled Ivan with a profound sense of despair.

He wanted to pay off his loan as soon as possible, but prison guards' salaries were fixed each month. He hadn't received a raise in almost ten years since he was promoted to captain of the prison guards.

If I want to get promoted... the only way is to become the warden's bodyguard.

Normally, Ivan wouldn't even dare to dream of this position. But things are different now.

Because of Green's appearance.

"What?! You don't want it?!"

A sound came from the warden's office.

Inside the office, the portly warden glared angrily at his secretary.

To his surprise, the saintess of the Church of Light refused his invitation to dinner. This left him quite disappointed, as the saintess was rumored to be incredibly beautiful, and a refined person like himself would naturally want to see her for himself.

Ivan waited a while before pushing open the door, entering with a fawning smile. To impress everyone, he made up a story:

"Warden, the inspection is complete. The new inmate named Green was initially eager to escape, but after I reprimanded him, he's become much more obedient. I don't think there will be any accidents."

After listening to Ivan's report, the warden nodded in satisfaction and casually offered a glimpse of the future:

"You did well, Ivan. But it's not enough to just give a verbal reprimand; next time, a beating will be necessary for him to learn his lesson and do things better. I remember, I still need a bodyguard..."

The warden thought to himself, "Green's assassination attempt on the saint has failed. He'll be beheaded tomorrow at noon, and the saint will surely come to see it."

The more miserable and pathetic Green appears before he is beheaded, the more likely he is to strike up a conversation with the saintess.

"Huh? He's in such a sorry state after being locked up in prison?"

"Oh, Miss Saint, I know about his evil deeds, so I gave him a little punishment."

"Ha, that must be hard work for you, Warden. You mentioned dinner earlier..."

The warden, lost in his own fantasies, couldn't help but hum softly.

Having spent ten years in prison, Ivan naturally understood the warden's implication.

Is he telling me to go and mess with Green more later?

The worse he made Green's life, the more satisfied the warden would be!

Ivan looked intently at the portly warden.

He seemed to see a glimmer of hope that his salary, which had remained unchanged for ten years, was about to break through!

ten years!

A full ten years!

After a decade of suppressed salary, Ivan looked at the portly warden and his salary desire surged! It skyrocketed! It soared!

He will definitely perform well and get promoted to warden's bodyguard!

Ivan thought to himself:

"Thank you, Green."

Ivan's gaze was resolute: "I will definitely complete the mission!"

The thought that becoming a bodyguard would allow him to pay off his loan in a third of the time made Ivan want to laugh.

I never imagined that he would one day sit on the warden's promotion machine.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should be able to get a promotion and a raise.

And what surprises awaited us?

He had thoroughly inspected every corner of the cell beforehand, and he was certain that Green had absolutely no chance of escaping from prison.

If this allows Green to escape, he shouldn't be called Ivan anymore; he should be called Gren.

Ivan left the office, humming as he walked deeper into the prison.

……

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

With a strange cry, Green tore apart his newly grown left hand, broke it off, and threw it away.

The old wizard felt the weight in his arms increase.

One, two, three, four...

Four bloody severed hands were tossed into Green's arms, and this number was clearly increasing over time.

All of this stemmed from what he had just heard:

"Old Deng, do you want your left hand?" he asked.

The old wizard was half asleep when the sound reached his ears, and his first thought was, "If you're not going to sleep, I'm going to sleep too! Shut the hell up!"

But after hearing those words clearly, he paused, stunned.

What do you mean he wants his left hand but not his right?

Then, with a snap, a warm left hand was tossed into Green's arms.

The old wizard, realizing what had happened, tried to reason with him: "Have you gone mad? I don't know why the magic-suppressing collar isn't working on you, but if you're not destined for greatness, you're just an ordinary person after all. There's no way you'll gather ten hands by noon tomorrow! Do you know how difficult it is to clean up all this blood? What if the prison guards find it?"

This could ruin his escape plan!

Otherwise, he wouldn't bother trying to persuade Green, since the flesh and blood of superhumans are excellent offerings for nourishing the fragments of the Golden Ancestral Tree.

Green looked up: "What are you babbling about? Get ready, prepare your teleportation spell, we're leaving tonight."

Oh no, this guy has gone crazy and started talking nonsense!

The old wizard intended to offer some advice, but with a snap, his second left hand flew into his arms.

To understand why the Knight class can regenerate severed limbs, one must understand why.

It's because he has exhausted his vital essence and blood. Every time a severed limb regenerates, it's a premature overdraft of his lifespan.

Therefore, while the Knight profession is powerful, it also has the highest mortality rate among extraordinary professions. Most die from illness or old age, their skills rendered useless, and they are considered utterly useless in the academy's ranking of extraordinary professions.

The old wizard took a look.

Green was completely unharmed; his face was not pale at all, and he showed no signs of having exhausted his life essence.

In this short period of time, including the previous ones, he has regenerated three times in a row!

Why is there no reaction at all?

Is this guy a human or a ghost?

What terrified the old wizard even more was that Green's left hand was still regenerating, and the rate at which new flesh buds were growing was getting faster and faster!

Normally, even among knights who are not destined for greatness, those with exceptional talent can manage to regenerate severed limbs multiple times in a short period of time, but at most three times.

After three times, the body simply cannot withstand the strain, and will faint or even die.

Therefore, the old wizard sighed inwardly at Green's extraordinary behavior.

It's probably a final burst of energy before the body reaches its limit.

Green... I guess he won't be around for long.

And he also had to think about how to handle the aftermath of Green's death so that the prison guards wouldn't find out and ruin his escape plan. Sigh.

That was what the old wizard originally thought.

Can……

The third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...

The increasingly strong arms were piled up in his arms.

Green: "Look how surprised you are. When I was in the army, I often used breaking my left hand as a performance to liven things up."

The old wizard opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Could it be that Green is truly a Destiny-level extraordinary being?

Did I misjudge the situation?

But shouldn't someone with a destiny-level extraordinary ability be imprisoned?

Green dropped the balls faster and faster, soon reaching ten.

Green was even worried that the old wizard wouldn't have enough, so he thoughtfully added a left hand as a bonus.

Left hand: "...Your mother!"

The old wizard asked in alarm, "Green, did you hear anything just now?"

Green: "Hmm?"

There's no other way; I have to suffer with my left hand for now, or I'll be beheaded tomorrow.

The old wizard recovered from his shock and, without saying a word, waved his hand as if by magic, and a bunch of arms and bloodstains vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye, as if they had never existed.

Finally, the old wizard woke the bull-slaughtering knight and said to the two of them:

"Both of you move closer to me, the magic is about to accelerate!"

The bull-slaying knight, just waking up: "Wait a minute, wasn't your teleportation spell supposed to be usable until tomorrow night? What happened?"

"I'll say it again, the magic is about to accelerate!"

The old wizard solemnly said:

"Golden Ancestral Tree, please bless your people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, ancient and strange runes floated in front of Grimm, and a golden light flashed, enveloping the three of them.

……

"Captain, oh no, I beg you, my lord, to protect us lowly ones in the future."

The prison is a small place, and anything that happens can be known in no time, not only by the prison guards but even by the dogs at the prison gate.

A junior prison guard, upon learning that Ivan had received the warden's promotion device and was about to become the warden's bodyguard, rushed over to congratulate him.

Although Ivan was secretly delighted by the young prison guard's flattery, he remained outwardly composed.

"Ahem, what nonsense are you talking about? That's not true at all. Even if it were, it would be later."

Junior prison guard: "Yes, sir, we understand!"

Ivan: "Oh! You've really put me in a difficult position!"

The young prison guard rubbed his hands together: "Hehe, sir, you see, you'll be the warden's personal guard from now on, and the position of prison guard captain..."

Ivan said sternly, "Look at you, always in such a hurry!"

The young prison guard said shyly, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I'm just too eager to improve! And as you know, I have seven unmarried older sisters..."

Ivan chuckled and said to the junior guard, "Then you'll have to follow along and watch me work to gain experience, Captain Frey?"

Junior prison guard: "My lord?"

Ivan: "Captain Frey?!"

Junior prison guard: "My lord?!"

The two looked at each other and laughed, then walked deeper into the prison.

"My lord, please!"

"Hey, Captain Frey, please!"

Junior prison guard: "No, please, sir, go ahead!"

The two men stepped aside, and after the junior prison guard took out his key and opened the iron gate leading to the depths of the prison, he gestured for the guard to proceed.

Then, looking at the empty cell, the smiles on their faces gradually froze.

A cry of grief and shock.

"Help! Someone has escaped from prison!"