This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

Chapter 156 The Invisible "Prisoner"

Upon hearing this, the eight-armed chef in the kitchen was startled, and all his arms immediately began to move at high speed.

The eggs in the frying pan were turning golden brown with crispy edges, the bacon was sizzling on the hot plate, and the aroma of freshly ground coffee filled the air...

In a short while, a beautifully presented breakfast, far more lavish than usual, was respectfully served.

Leng Meng glanced at Lin Feng behind her and said calmly to the cafeteria lady, "Make another breakfast according to this standard."

The cafeteria lady looked at Lin Feng with a puzzled expression, not daring to say anything, but her eyes were full of confusion.

This is just a human trainee, why treat him like this?

Leng Meng's eyes turned cold: "What are you standing there for?"

The cafeteria lady jumped in surprise and quickly shouted to the kitchen, "One more serving, the same as before!"

The head chef with eight hands got busy again and soon respectfully handed out a sumptuous breakfast that was almost identical to Leng Meng's.

Leng Meng gave Lin Feng a look, and Lin Feng nodded in understanding, immediately stepping forward to pick up the plate.

Watching the two figures carrying their trays toward the dining area, the cafeteria lady still couldn't hide her surprise.

The head chef leaned closer and whispered, "Who is that human?"

The cafeteria lady slowly shook her head, her voice extremely low: "I don't know... but it's best not to provoke her."

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In a corner of the cafeteria, Vassim, Ryuichi Kamishiro, Evelyn, and Anna witnessed everything that had just happened.

A flicker of surprise crossed Wasim's eyes, which quickly turned into undisguised admiration.

He nudged Ryuichi Kamishiro beside him with his elbow:

"As expected of Lin Feng! It's only the second day, and he's already so familiar with the deputy warden that they can have breakfast together!"

Ryuichi Kamishiro's mouth was already agape in an "O" shape as he stammered in amazement:

"Wow! Lin Fengjun... this isn't just social skill, it's magic!"

Evelyn smiled faintly and raised an eyebrow, saying:

There's an old saying in the Dragon Kingdom: "He transcends the Three Realms and is not bound by the Five Elements." It's the perfect way to describe him now.

Anna nodded slightly upon hearing this: "How fortunate we are to be teamed up with someone like him!"

These words were like a fine needle, gently pricking Ryuichi Kamishiro.

His expression suddenly darkened, and his voice trembled slightly:

"Luckily... but my partner today, Tom, is... is no longer here."

"I'm all alone now, and I'm injured. I'm afraid the patrol later will be..."

He looked up, his eyes pleading: "Could you... take me with you?"

"Three people per group should be fine, right? We'll talk to Training Officer Qin later; she should be able to make an exception..."

"Rules are rules!" Evelyn interrupted expressionlessly. "Training Officer Qin will never make an exception."

"If this precedent is set, and everyone is required to work in groups of three or four, the entire patrol system will fall into chaos."

Wasim stroked his chin thoughtfully: "The announcement reported several cases of the Chosen Ones being eliminated."

"Since someone has been eliminated, there must be other chosen ones left alone. You can go find them to temporarily team up with."

Evelyn nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping across the cafeteria, then suddenly raised her chin in a certain direction:

"Look, that bearded man is the one who's alone."

Following her gaze, everyone saw a burly man with a thick beard, looking anxious as he scanned the cafeteria, clearly searching for something.

There were only three people sitting at the table where he was, clearly one person was missing.

Vassim turned and patted Ryuichi Kamishiro on the shoulder:

"If I were you, I would have moved on by now."

"If the number of people remaining is odd, there will inevitably be one person left alone in the end."

"You certainly don't want to be that unlucky guy, right?"

Ryuichi Kamishiro jolted awake, quickly got up, and, enduring the pain, staggered toward the bearded man.

"H-Hello," he tried to keep his voice calm, "I am Ryuichi Kamishiro from the Country of Sakura."

"My partner unfortunately got eliminated today. Do you need a temporary partner?"

The bearded man's eyes flickered as he sized up Ryuichi Kamishiro.

When he noticed the other person's delicate, almost feminine features, and her noticeably unsteady gait, a flicker of doubt quickly crossed his eyes—

This seemingly frail young man from the East could very well be a burden during a patrol fraught with danger.

Ryuichi Kamishiro keenly noticed the other person's hesitation.

He immediately leaned closer and said in a low, urgent voice:

"Please don't judge a book by its cover! Although I'm injured, I have a strong understanding and memory of the rules. And..."

He paused briefly, his voice softening slightly, "And... my appearance is an advantage in some situations. Many male prisoners are less likely to get angry when they see me."

The bearded man looked him over again—the Eastern youth before him was indeed stunningly beautiful, and his pale face after being injured added to his fragile appearance; he was truly a sight to behold.

Without further hesitation, he nodded and said, "Okay."

He then stood up and extended his thick right hand:

"Noah comes from the land of broccoli."

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Just then, the rule was triggered.

A chosen one of the Afhan Kingdom... Ahsan, pale-faced, pointed with trembling fingers to an empty seat in the northeast corner of the canteen.

There, in his field of vision, sat a prisoner wearing a striped prison uniform, feasting on his food!

[Dining Room Rule 5: The dining room is for uniformed staff only. If you see anyone wearing prison clothes eating here, do not look directly at them and immediately report to the nearest official prison guard in a black uniform.]

Ahsan immediately scrambled towards the nearest official prison guard in a black uniform.

"Report! Sir! There! There are prisoners! Eating in prison uniforms!" His voice was shrill and filled with panic.

The burly prison guard was enjoying his breakfast when he was interrupted and became extremely displeased.

He followed Ahsan's trembling finger—there was nothing there.

"Damn it, are you looking for death? How dare you make fun of me?!" The prison guard's anger suddenly erupted.

He suddenly stood up, and before Ahsan could explain further, a large hand covered in coarse, stiff hair swung out with a whoosh.

With a sharp "smack," a slap landed squarely on Ahsan's face.

Ahmed's thin body was overturned like a falling leaf and crashed heavily onto the cold ground.

His mouth split open instantly, and a sweet, metallic taste of blood seeped out. Five clear finger marks quickly appeared on his left cheek.

The prison guard spat on the ground: "If you keep spouting nonsense like that, you won't get away with it so easily next time!"

At that very moment, the "prisoner" that only Ahsan could see raised his head.

His mouth stretched out to the sides in an arc that defied human anatomy, revealing two rows of neat teeth that gleamed with a bluish-white sheen, like the belly of a dead fish.

Immediately, the "prisoner" grabbed the sticky food from the plate and skillfully shaped it into a small human figure that looked exactly like Ahsan.

Then, he opened his mouth and bit off the head of the "food Ahsan," and began to chew...