# 315
**Chapter 315: Jailbreak**
After the third strike, the crimson hue on the massive hammer in Sixth Seat’s hand receded like a tide.
“Damn it! The Blood Hammer’s uses are exhausted.” Sixth Seat stared at the cracked Forbidden Ruin Stele, unwillingness flashing in his eyes. “Two more hits and I could’ve shattered it completely!”
Gunfire erupted in the distance—explosions, screams, and wild laughter tore through the deathly still night.
Then, several grenade-like objects plummeted from the sky, landing near the two. Blinding white light burst forth, illuminating the area like daylight!
Sixth Seat and Fourth Seat were fully exposed in the glare.
**Bang bang bang—!!**
Sniper fire rained down from watchtowers embedded in the steel walls. Bullets surged toward them like a storm. Fourth Seat snorted coldly and raised his hand. Every bullet froze mid-air, three meters in front of him, forming a dense wall of lead that couldn’t advance an inch.
“As expected. A Forbidden Ruin Stele of this scale isn’t so easily destroyed.” Standing before the bullet storm, Fourth Seat spoke calmly:
“Though I haven’t regained full strength, the Infinite realm is enough to complete the mission entrusted by Lord **Yiyu**. We can’t waste more time here.”
With that, he swept his raised hand downward. Instantly, every bullet reversed course, shooting back into the watchtowers!
Crimson blossoms of blood sprayed beneath the dark sky.
Sixth Seat crawled out through the tear in the **Mindscape** and glanced at the chaotic prison, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Let’s hope those idiots can tie down some defenses for us. Don’t get wiped out too fast.”
“Wiped out or not, it doesn’t matter,” Fourth Seat said indifferently. “Forbidden Ruins can’t be used inside the **Purification Chamber**. Ninety percent of the guards are regular military. Without Forbidden Ruins, the few guards who do possess them peak at the **Sea Realm**. With Master Chen gone and Xie Yu on our side, no one here is stronger than me.”
“True. Plus, outside there are more of Lord **Yiyu**’s men drawing fire, and the prisoner riot will keep them busy,” Sixth Seat added lightly.
“So…” Fourth Seat’s eyes narrowed, “before we finish the mission, we can take care of some… personal business.”
Sixth Seat turned toward the rioting prison, a cold smile forming. “Time to settle scores.”
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**Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital.**
Inside a metal room, Lin Qiye—lying in bed playing on his Switch—suddenly froze and sat bolt upright.
“The suppression of Forbidden Ruins has weakened drastically… the Forbidden Ruin Stele is damaged?” He realized the problem at once.
But… wasn’t the stele hidden inside Master Chen’s **Mindscape**? How could anything happen to it?
He thought of the meteor that had fallen that morning and frowned. The two events had to be connected.
With the stele’s power weakened, the inmates wouldn’t stay quiet. By now the prison was probably in chaos.
Maybe… this was the perfect chance to escape?
Lin Qiye’s eyes lit up, but he didn’t act rashly. Suppressing his urgency, he carefully weighed the risks.
A riot meant opportunity, yet he had no idea what had caused it—accident? Outside attack? How strong were the enemies?
Opportunity and unknown danger came hand in hand.
After a few moments’ thought, he made up his mind: he would seize this chance to break out.
First, such an opening might never come again.
Second, with the prison in turmoil, An Qingyu was surely caught in the middle. Lin Qiye trusted his friend’s wits and strength, but he still worried—and perhaps An Qingyu had already spotted a way out amid the chaos.
Decision made, Lin Qiye pressed the call button for an orderly.
Soon a knock sounded; an orderly entered.
“What’s wrong?” the man asked, puzzled.
Clutching his stomach, Lin Qiye opened the toilet door and pointed inside. “The toilet’s broken. Take a look, quick.”
The orderly scratched his head and stepped inside without suspicion.
Lin Qiye’s eyes narrowed. He followed, locked the door behind them.
Two seconds later, a muffled groan echoed.
Half a minute passed; the toilet door opened and the orderly walked out, calling back, “Just a small clog. Nothing serious. Next time use the plunger yourself. I’m off!”
He shut the door behind him.
The orderly glanced at the room’s camera, pushed open the metal door, and left, closing it again.
He strode to the outer monitoring zone, keyed in a long passcode; the heavy gate slid open with a soft hiss.
“Old Yuan, what did the patient want?” a researcher asked.
The orderly waved dismissively. “Toilet clog. I plunged it. He’s in there doing his business now.”
“Oh.” The researcher nodded and walked away.
The orderly scanned the lab, then stepped into the corridor—
and froze.
At the far end, Wu “Old Dog” squatted in blue-striped patient garb, staring blankly at the floor.
He looked up, cloudy eyes suddenly clear, and said in surprise, “Thought you’d need my help getting out. Looks like I underestimated you.”
The orderly—no, Lin Qiye disguised by transformation magic—frowned. “How are you here? Sneaked out too?”
“I didn’t sneak out. You’re dreaming,” Wu “Old Dog” shrugged.
“I’m… dreaming?” Lin Qiye blinked. “All this is fake?”
“No, it’s real. You’re standing in the corridor outside the lab. I just pulled you into a dream for a moment,” Wu “Old Dog” said calmly.