Volume One, Chapter One: Becoming a Prison Guard

Lin Yun stood before the mirror, scrutinizing his reflection with a swirl of conflicting emotions in his heart.

At eighteen, he was tall and handsome, the image of a vibrant urban youth. Yet now, his pale complexion betrayed a sickly frailty.

He wore a uniform—black police jacket adorned with a badge, deep black trousers, heavy-duty boots, and a police knife hanging from his belt. Bold letters emblazoned across his chest read "Supernatural Prison Guard."

What on earth was going on? Had I died from overwork in my previous life?

Had I crossed into a parallel world? And become a guard at a prison for those with supernatural abilities? How incredibly unlucky.

Lin Yun rubbed his forehead, struggling to accept this sudden, bewildering reality.

This was a world teeming with individuals possessing supernatural powers. He now found himself in a city called Starsea.

The body he inhabited was also named Lin Yun, a prison guard working in the Supernatural Prison.

This body's father, Lin Daxiu, was an ordinary squad leader within the prison.

Ordinarily, though the position was lowly, it afforded some perks through interactions with the families of criminals, allowing for a reasonably comfortable life.

Yet this was a world rife with supernatural beings and demons.

"In the past century, Starsea City has suffered ten prison breaks by supernatural criminals..."

"Back then, the night sky was torn apart by supernatural light, and panic and chaos engulfed every street and alley..."

"Demons roared, and every household lived under a shadow of fear..."

Recalling these terrifying fragments from the memories of this body, Lin Yun’s face grew even paler.

Though he had miraculously survived, this place was a terrifying domain imprisoning supernatural offenders.

Within this supernatural prison were countless criminals and demons wielding formidable powers, their grudges and energies suffusing the environment with a cold, damp oppression.

Living in such conditions naturally eroded one’s body through negative supernatural influences, weakening constitution and shortening lifespan.

It was rare for a prison guard here to live past fifty.

The Lin family had served as prison guards for five generations. By the time of his father’s generation, Lin Daxiu had succumbed to illness shortly after turning forty.

This tragic history explained why Lin Yun had to take over the prison guard duties at eighteen, before completing his studies.

The body he now occupied was frail from birth; even a slight breeze could unsteady him.

If he stayed in this cursed place for a few more years, he might not even marry before expiring.

“No, I’m still a pure virgin, and this shabby prison guard job is nothing like my old life. Here, being a guard is practically a death sentence!”

A chill ran through Lin Yun’s heart; he longed to resign immediately.

But this wasn’t his old world, and the mayor of Starsea City was no ordinary boss who could be easily quit.

If he dared resign today, he’d be eliminated by a supernatural being tomorrow—dying even faster.

“Is there no other way out?”

Lin Yun pondered deeply, then suddenly his eyes lit up.

Cultivate supernatural powers. Strengthen the body!

Exactly. This was a world where only the strong survived. Only by mastering powerful supernatural abilities could one endure.

If he reached the pinnacle of his powers, no matter how desperately supernatural forces tried to consume him, even hell itself would hesitate to claim him!

Then, even if Starsea City descended into chaos, he could break through the turmoil.

A good plan. It was settled.

Yet this hope faded quickly. Lin Yun felt helpless once more.

He was but a lowly guard, with no conditions favorable for cultivation.

Even if conditions permitted...

With such a frail body, what progress could he possibly make?

Without guidance, blind training might only worsen his plight—he could fall into madness and die without understanding how.

The flicker of hope was doused before it could blaze.

“This is tough...” he muttered with a furrowed brow.

Just then, a sharp knock came on the door.

“Bang bang bang—”

He nearly forgot it was his first day on the job; someone was waiting outside.

He quickly stood, straightened his uniform, and opened the door.

Outside stood a middle-aged man, his face pale and waxen, dressed in the same prison guard uniform.

“Uncle Wang.”

Lin Yun immediately recognized him as Wang Daqiang, a close friend and subordinate of his late father.

On his very first day, this seasoned veteran was already dragging him into work.

“What are you dawdling for? Did you pass out changing clothes? Come with me.”

Wang Daqiang glanced at him and waved him along impatiently.

Lin Yun didn’t hesitate and hurried to catch up.

They wove through the dim, damp corridors of the prison.

Finally, they arrived at a section housing the inmates.

Before them were rows of cells built from reinforced concrete and steel bars, each seemingly impregnable.

Inside was pitch black; Lin Yun stared intently, unable to make out any features.

At that moment, Wang Daqiang turned and said, “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

“Alright, Uncle Wang,” Lin Yun replied respectfully, standing his ground.

Soon Wang returned, dragging behind him a man covered in blood.

The prisoner wore a prison uniform and was thrown to the ground near Lin Yun’s feet like a dead dog.

A thick, metallic stench of blood filled the air.

In the dim light, Lin Yun saw the prisoner’s body was battered and mangled—limbs twisted, tendons severed, teeth missing, and even his groin was a mangled mass of flesh.

Such brutality!

Lin Yun gasped, suppressing nausea. “Uncle Wang, what crime did this man commit? He’s beaten to a pulp.”

Wang Daqiang sneered, shaking his head. “This guy’s name is Ma Wanli, a street thug who’s caused havoc everywhere, ruining countless innocent girls.”

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