My Cellular Prison

Chapter 8 The Six-Man Squad

The curly-haired boy's motivational words worked to some effect.

　　The first to react was the dark-haired female holding the cross.

　　"That's right! The great Chief Curran has survived even a five-star difficulty curse-type event and has brought most of the squad with him.

　　Our determination will surely be found by the Lord and He will lead us out of this dangerous Black Forest."

　　Just then, a voice echoed in everyone's head.

　　"The event has not yet opened, your identity is a university student filming team, please make positive contact with the main character of the event, 'Granny Wang', within one hour and go together to the place where the event took place [Abandoned Villa].

　　If you do not make contact with Granny Wong within the time limit, interfere with or refuse to take the vehicle to the event site, you will be forcibly erased.

　　One hour preparation time.

　　The curly-haired boy tried to organise the group to increase the probability of survival.

　　"Plenty of time, so introduce yourselves to each other! My name is Edward Murray ...... My father is a writer of some renown and my family is fairly well off.

　　I had an accident as a child and my right hand became like this."

　　The young man volunteered to remove his white gloves and roll up his sleeves.

　　A metal prosthesis with a mechanical aesthetic is revealed.

　　The elbow, wrist and finger nodes are made up of a large number of precision gears and microscopic bolts ...... that not only allow for normal bending movements between joints, but can even make bending movements that are unattainable for normal people.

　　The multi-streamlined metal arms conceal small steam hydraulics that give the prosthetic limbs great strength.

　　"Steam Prosthetics!!!"

　　The attractive blonde girl leaned over to the boy as if she had grabbed the straw that saved her life, revealing as much of her beauty as possible.

　　Steam prosthetics were not something that civilians could access, and even a middle-class family in the Holy City would have to spend a lot of their assets to buy such prosthetics.

　　The blonde lady's eyes went full on to the curly haired little brother Murray and followed up with an introduction, "My name is Hall Monica ...... mother works in the 'restaurant'."

　　Curly-haired little brother Murray smiled slightly, not accepting the woman's throw of arms, nor repelling it, keeping about two fists away.

　　Now that someone had started, the introductions went off without a hitch.

　　The bald white man, the strongest and oldest in the group, spoke with a look of disdain.

　　"DeLeon, regular worker at the parts factory. Better at ...... beating people up.

　　Damn! If it was a mutation type or a monster type event, I could still fight it head on! This kind of untouchable evil spirit is disgusting ...... how can my luck be so bad."

　　As soon as De Leon thought of the incident problem, he slammed his fist directly on the roadside fence ...... Of course, limited to the ordinary human physique, he only made a sound and the wall did not move at all.

　　The dark haired girl with the cross clutched in her hand rose slowly.

　　"My name is Grim Aquaman and I volunteer at the church ...... The Lord Priest promised me that when I came of age in the second half of the year I would be able to stay in the church and work officially.

　　His Grace the priest has been very kind to me ...... during my volunteer work and I get ten pence for any period of extra work in the church at night."

　　There is an obvious problem in this statement.

　　Churches don't open at night too, and there was something fishy about the so-called overtime at night.

　　Immediately afterwards, a young man who pretended to be calm, but was in fact very flustered, came forward.

　　He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with a coarse waistcoat over his linen shirt and a newsboy's hat with a fur trim.

　　"Peters Herbert ...... People just call me Bert.

　　I followed my father into newspaper selling, I'm not particularly good at it, I just run faster and can tell what people will want to buy a paper.

　　I'll try my best and hope everyone survives."

　　This newspaper boy, counted as one of the most optimistic in the group.

　　Finally, naturally, it was Han Dong's turn...... of the party, Han Dong, I'm afraid, was ranked at the bottom of the list in terms of physical fitness, alongside the skinny believer girl.

　　Underneath the linen shirt, the wood-thin torso gave the impression that the wind would blow it over.

　　"Varun Nicholas ...... was not very well congenitally and stayed at home with nothing to do. However, usually bored, has a certain understanding of linguistics and should be able to take on the role of a translator."

　　Han Dong deliberately gave a 'speciality'.

　　If he made himself look too useless, he would surely be disliked by his teammates.

　　With a lot of information unknown at the moment and his flesh on the weak side, Han Dong had to make himself appear somewhat 'useful' and live on equal footing with his teammates, or at least not be the worst member.

　　"You know Chinese in Kyushu?" The young man with the steam prosthesis - Edward Murray - looked surprised.

　　"Well ...... have no problem with basic communication."

　　"Very well! In a moment, you will take on the role of translator and make contact with the important person, 'Granny Wang', so that we can all travel smoothly to the place where the incident took place."

　　"Hmm." Han Dong took the job and realised his team's value.

　　Edward turned to the whole team while saying.

　　"Everyone, do you mind if I take over as captain?

　　I hope that you will obey my instructions and requests during the rest of the incident, and I will do my best to increase your survival rate.

　　Any comments you have can be made to me or the whole squad, and as long as they are reasonable, they will be taken on board."

　　"I'm all for it!" The blonde woman, Hall Monica, was the first to approve.

　　Following closely behind, Han Dong also raised his hand.

　　For a group action like this, having a leader was a must.

　　From the current situation, it seemed that Edward had the qualification.

　　Just as everyone raised their hands one after another, the bald man, De Leon, had a disdainful look on his face, "I will follow you to the incident, I will do whatever I want and will not listen to anyone's opinion."

　　Edward responded with a smile on his face, "Show understanding friend De Leon, you can do whatever you want as long as you do not act in a way that is harmful to the team."

　　Edward then turned to Han Dong, "Friend Nicholas, shall we set off?"

　　"Good."

　　With that, the full six were introduced and largely united in battle, officially embarking on a journey of terror.

　　For the sake of memory.

　　Han Dong labeled each of these five teammates with a label.

　　[Prosthetic], [Believer], [Blondie], [Bald Brother], [Newspaper Boy

　　In addition, a message from the 'Head of the Faceless One' dispelled Han Dong's intention to speculate.

　　"Detected that the subject is currently in a special area of space, opening the prison will consume a large amount of space energy ...... The portable prison will only open for a short period of time when housing external objects, the subject cannot enter the portable prison on its own.''

　　"It's really not that simple ......"