My Cell Prison

If you really could replace the [Vice-principal] position, I cannot express how happy I would be. Then, I could cast off all responsibilities and travel the world doing what I wish.

Of course, Nicholas, you’re still young, there’s no need to constrain yourself voluntarily.

Do what you wish to do for now, teach or manage the school once you feel elderly and slightly bored.”

“Understood.”

“Off you go~ you probably didn’t primarily come to Mi University to find me.

Hurry over to the [Black Tower] to understand the invasion progress of those out-of-control individuals, and bring back useful intelligence that the Black Tower side is unwilling to share with us.”

“A perfect warm-up before the game is still very necessary.”

When the vice-principal mentioned this, he too had a somewhat eager demeanor, with an inexplicable excitement in his words.

He has stayed too long in the calm and stable Mi University campus,

Even though during the game period, he still needs to keep watch within Mi University, but there surely will be some clever individuals attempting to invade the campus.

“Well then, I won’t disturb you further, vice-principal.”

…

Due to the Black Tower being on high alert, all world transmission passages are sealed off, and [Fate] is also suspended.

Han Dong wasn’t sure if he could enter himself.

Upon arriving at the Mi University area responsible for the “Door of Fate,”

The Is Race in charge of technology, modification, and space control also informed Han Dong that they couldn’t detect any spatial fluctuations, and the door was shut from the inside and cannot be forcibly opened even with their technology.”

“It’s alright, I’ll give it a try… if it doesn’t work, so be it.”

“Okay.”

As Han Dong gradually approached the Door of Fate,

His eyes would occasionally glance at the [Is] researcher beside him, a character of a wrinkled conical structure with speaker-like organs, appendages, and various peculiar structures.

‘The Is Race seems to be at odds with the Migo to which the Doctor belongs, possibly even adversarial… Moreover, there is already an “Elder Race” that the Doctor obtained from the Eugenes collaborating in research. ‘

‘Thus, there’s no longer a need to introduce such tech species into my world. ‘

‘In terms of research, you don’t need a surplus of individuals, only the elite will do.’

Ultimately, Han Dong didn’t place his arm around the other’s shoulder, just shot a few extra glances.

The Is researcher, receiving such attention, appeared a bit bashful, with her speaker-like organ on the top inflating and deflating rhythmically,

Aptly conveying her current mood and intentions.

However,

When Han Dong reached out to touch the unresponsive “Door of Fate.”

Buzz!

The once-dead door forcibly activated.

A special sensation spread throughout his body, as if the “Door of Fate” was examining Han Dong’s identity and body condition.

The black whirlpool at his navel began to rotate on its own, resonating with the door.

A ring of black whirlpool gate formed solely for Han Dong to pass through, completely absorbing him within.