51: I'm Meng Yun, and I'm about to start lying

“9527, stealing an amount exceeding one silver coin, according to Foundation law, should result in becoming D-level Personnel for labor reform.”

The Warden’s gaze was hidden in the shadow of his hat brim, and his voice remained calm:

“However, according to the Arcane Association agreement, you can…”

“Excuse me for interrupting, esteemed Mr. Warden, please look at me.”

The Warden was interrupted by him, but for the first time, he raised his head.

His gaze was deep and sharp, like a beast choosing its prey.

The other prisoners and soldiers also looked at Meng Yun with various expressions.

They all thought Meng Yun was seeking death.

No one dared to question the Warden’s authority.

No one dared to interrupt his words.

Because in this Judgment Prison, the Warden was the absolute god.

It seemed a bloody incident was about to occur.

The Warden was very curious what this prisoner was going to show him.

He narrowed his eyes, quietly waiting for Meng Yun to begin.

Of course, if Meng Yun’s performance displeased him in the slightest, he wouldn’t hesitate to execute him immediately.

After all, normal attrition was to be expected in the Judgment Prison.

Completely disregarding the increasingly thick pressure around him, Meng Yun, under everyone’s gaze, transformed his handcuffs into liquid metal.

“Alchemy?”

The Warden narrowed his eyes and questioned, “Anything else? If this is all…”

“Of course.”

Meng Yun gave the Warden no face, interrupting his words again.

His hands moved ceaselessly, the opaque liquid metal was being transformed by him into a transparent color.

Two large transparent lenses were at the center, and the remaining metal was extended into a frame.

In an instant, a pair of ancient-looking glasses was made.

“Esteemed Warden, please try them on.”

The air solidified for a moment.

The Warden narrowed his eyes, quietly looking at Meng Yun’s outstretched hand and the glasses on his hand, his expression unreadable.

No one had ever given him such a gift.

“How could the Warden want something like that from you!” a guard shouted, his rifle butt already raised towards Meng Yun.

Just as the rifle butt was about to smash into Meng Yun, the Warden’s deep voice finally arrived late: “Stand down.”

“9527, bring them over.”

Meng Yun’s lips curved into a smile, holding the glasses with both hands, respectfully presenting them to his table.

The Warden gave Meng Yun a deep look, then turned his gaze to the glasses on the table.

The design was simple and exquisite, every detail meticulously handled.

Yes, he was nearsighted.

But as a Containment Object, no one had ever cared about his vision problem.

His subordinates feared him like a tiger, and his superiors cared even less.

His pride and arrogance also prevented him from snatching other people’s glasses.

Most importantly, he could never leave the Judgment Prison a single step in his entire life.

For a top homebody, a world without online shopping was truly terrifying.

And this young man in front of him actually noticed his vision problem and presented this gift at just the right time.

Thoughtful.

The Warden thought he might just need such an assistant.

Slowly putting on the glasses, an unprecedented clarity made him feel refreshed.

However, the only regret was that he felt these glasses could be even clearer…

Heh heh, this fellow.

“Can the glasses be further improved?”

“Of course, but I need some time. The best things are always worth waiting for,” Meng Yun said confidently.

“Stay.”

The Warden tapped the table: “Be my deputy, also serving the Foundation. What do you think, 9527?”

“It would be my honor, my Warden.”

Meng Yun smiled:

“However, I’d prefer you call me by my name. My name is Jerry.”

The entire place was silent, but no one dared to question the Warden’s decision.

Because he was the god here.

The god, for the first time, broke his principles for a criminal.

【You successfully contained the Judgment Prison replica using the Containment Master, and specifically for the Warden’s nearsightedness, you crafted glasses for him with Alchemy】

【You successfully caught the Warden’s attention and survived in the Judgment Prison as his deputy, named Jerry】

【You worked diligently in the Judgment Prison, and at the same time, easily bought a house in Doyin City using Alchemy. In a city not bound by the Foundation, you felt a long-lost sense of freedom】

【You easily helped the Warden maintain several low-level Containment Objects with your omniscient Containment Master ability. While obtaining their replicas, your reputation was also spread by the Warden, and more and more Containment Objects were continuously sent to you】

【You finally obtained a humanoid Containment Object replica. Although its grade was only B-level and it had no combat power, you immediately sent it out.】

【The B-level Containment Object replica—Clown Doll, carrying a full load of Containment Object fakes, walked towards the Anti-Resistance Army headquarters, Holy City, under the cover of night】

【Your Containment Facility’s collection became increasingly rich, with as many as eight A-level Containment Objects. You even found a small knife that could instantly cause one to fall if stabbed into the chest. The only downside was that you hadn’t seen Vivian since that day】

【Until one day a month later, you received an invitation letter from the Mysterious Foundation. They hoped you could go to the Foundation to perform maintenance on Containment Objects】

“Awaiting your esteemed presence, Scholar Jerry. The honorary title of S-level Professor is always reserved for you.

Sincerely, Statham Smith”

Meng Yun closed the invitation letter and casually extinguished a kerosene lamp that someone considered useless.

In this life, Meng Yun couldn’t learn anything except Alchemy, which was quite absurd. It could only be attributed to this body losing its entries, making its aptitude ridiculously poor.

Throwing himself onto the soft goose-down bed, Meng Yun closed his eyes.

Foundation, Statham.

All of Meng Yun’s efforts over these days finally saw a return.

That’s right, in this life, he intended to steal the Foundation’s secrets as a free man, and incidentally, use the Empty Hand and Containment Master to pull off some grand deceptions for them.

Weaken the Foundation’s power, then secretly support the Anti-Resistance Army.

Unite all forces that could be united, one waxing while the other wanes.

This journey would be fraught with danger.

Statham, as a top-tier figure in the world, might also have noticed his simulation restart, just like Vivian.

The Woman of Calamity and the Number One Villain were both people destined by fate.

It was merely a matter of following or defying fate.

But no matter what lay ahead, for Vivian, everything was worth it.

As for eliminating the Demon Seed and saving the world.

That was purely a hobby outside of saving the girl.

Meng Yun fell into a deep sleep; he needed to recuperate.

The next day dawned in a flash.

Meng Yun, dressed in a refined scholar’s attire and wearing a reserved smile, gently presented the Foundation invitation letter at the heavily guarded Foundation entrance.

In his previous life, he was thrown into an armored vehicle and entered in a sorry state.

In this life, he sat in a steam shuttle bus and entered the city grandly, under the respectful gaze of the guards.

Meng Yun’s disguise technique had reached perfection. Along the way, he observed everything with scrutiny and curiosity, while maintaining appropriate reverence.

Assuming Statham suspected him, he had to play the part perfectly.

Statham, tall and aged, was quietly awaiting Meng Yun’s arrival in the reception room at the end of the journey.

Seeing Meng Yun, his eyes lit up: “I’ve finally waited for you, my dear Mr. Meng Yun.”

Meng Yun pushed up his glasses and took off his top hat: “Jerry greets you, President Statham.”

Statham smiled, but his eyes seemed to penetrate people’s hearts.

It should be the truth.

The lie-detecting Containment Object on him told him so.

“Oh, I’m getting old and muddled. You are truly so much like an old friend of mine, exactly alike!”

Meng Yun looked at Statham’s exaggerated posture and gave him a reserved smile: “Meng Yun, you say? That truly is my honor, Mr. President.”

He subtly adjusted his cuffs, making sure to completely hide the Trickster’s Wristwatch under his clothes.

B-level Containment Object, Trickster’s Wristwatch replica.

It allowed the wearer to lie without batting an eye.

Statham looked directly at Meng Yun and clapped his hands.

Creak.

The side door of the reception room opened, and a graceful figure in a black and red Lolita dress slowly walked in.

Meng Yun’s gaze involuntarily turned towards her.

Statham watched Meng Yun, seemingly trying to find a flaw in his expression.

Apparently, Meng Yun disappointed him again.

“Vivian, come and entertain this distinguished guest,” Statham said.