My Cell Prison

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Seeds

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

“What a load of crap with these tests, ridiculous knight rules, and that damned Mr. Black White… No! Mr. Black White has been kind to me, I can’t cuss him Hicc!

No one cares for me, yet I became a knight, and even a teacher at the Mysterious Department.”

Her true nature revealed.

The drunken Pasha Buhart was a completely different person than before…

even Han Dong was dumbfounded.

And there was something severely wrong with this white wine.

It had the strong, bitter taste of hard liquor.

Han Dong suspected that the alcohol content of this white wine was over 50 degrees, indeed it had some sterilizing effect… and it felt like a killer once ingested.

Pasha, with her face flushed bright red, threw her arm around Han Dong, their faces almost touching.

“Why aren’t you drinking? This is my own brew! If you don’t drink, that means you don’t respect me… you don’t respect me as a genius teacher of plague studies.”

As it has been mentioned before, Pasha has a model-like figure.

Having such close contact with a woman of his age was something Han Dong, in his previous life, had never experienced… And even though his current body was frail, the expected physiological response was inevitable.

“Er… Mrs. Pasha, my body…With this degree of alcohol, I might die directly.”

“What? Is it really that fragile? Lemme just check it out.”

Without giving Han Dong any chance to resist.

Pasha, with an inhuman strength, directly strips off Han Dong’s shirt.

His yellowish skin is full of pits, and the marks of his ribs are clearly visible.

Her delicate hand roams all over his body, especially the touch of her fingers, sending Han Dong’s mind into chaos.

“Hicc- Your body is really in a terrible state, isn’t it? If you drink, you really might die… How boring, my first student can’t even drink with me.”

Having had this level of intimate contact,

Even Han Dong, a man in his thirties, couldn’t help but blush.

“But…Even though your body is weak, your abilities aren’t. It’s not like me back then…”

Having drunk too much.

And spending years all alone in the Old Sewers studying and improving herself, loneliness was inevitable.

Han Dong was her first student, and his special test had reminded her of past events.

Under the influence of alcohol, Pasha dug out some things she had buried deep in her heart.

She let go of her arm around Han Dong.

Pasha, holding her bottle, moves back to her desk.

Due to her body overheating from the alcohol, Pasha surprisingly takes out a pair of scissors from the drawer and cuts her black trousers into ultra-shorts on the spot.

Her long, fair legs are crossed on the office table.

However, there was a small flaw on this seemingly perfect ‘work of art’… Han Dong noticed a fading scar from a cut on Ms. Pasha’s ankle.

Pasha continues to drink and begins to talk about the past.

“Back then, I didn’t have the privileged treatment you have now.

I entered the Mysterious Department with ‘failing’ test scores because they were short-staffed… Haha! No teacher was willing to take me on, a useless student like me.”

Han Dong too recalls his past test experiences.

The setting of the ‘interference item’ was indeed modeled after Pasha’s prior test.

Curiously, Han Dong asks, “Mrs. Pasha, your initial specialty must have been ‘Divination’, right?

Divination is also a very important branch in the Mysterious Department, capable of predicting the future, seeing the positions of enemies… Did you give it up because there was no one to guide you?”

Pasha responds indifferently, “Yes, Divination does require a lot of basic resources, a substantial amount of reading, as well as having a Divination teacher to guide… For a useless student like me, there’s basically no way to learn ‘Divination’ through any means, let alone get the resources.

If I had insisted on my initial passion, I would have eventually died in the Fate Space.

The best choice was to give up the opportunity to study at the college, go to the civilian area to become a sheriff, or with some luck, find a good job in the church or the union.

Having struggled hard to escape from the civilian area, the last thing I wanted was to go back.

The only thing I could do was to take a different path… I chose Plague Studies, the most challenging and dangerous field.

At that time, ‘The Old Sewers’ was rarely visited, only a few professors would come here for sampling, and I seized this opportunity. Looking back now, it’s not easy to have made it this far.

Hehe… all thanks to this wine.”

With that, Pasha starts gulping down her drink…

As she talks about the past, a series of unforgettable scenes flash through her mind.

Due to insufficient protection, she got fungal skin infections… At the most severe stage, she even had clusters of miniature umbrella-shaped fungi growing on her skin surface.

She also experienced a plague infection, if it wasn’t for the specialized treatment for plague available within the College of Mysticism, she would have died long ago.

As these memories continuously flash through her mind.

She starts bleeding from her nose mixed with fungi, she quickly wipes the blood with a tissue.

She starts feeling uncomfortable, with a dizzy head she looks at Han Dong:

“You check out the books related to plague studies in the bookcase and do some independent studying… I’m not feeling well.”

Followed by this, Lecturer Pasha pushes open the iron door of the rest room and stumbles in.

Han Dong was a bit worried about his first mentor… But as soon as Pasha steps in, she falls directly onto the soft bed.

Simultaneously, a succession of huge ‘snores’, completely unproportional to her size, is heard.

She falls asleep in an instant…

Stuck with such a mentor, Han Dong was somewhat helpless.

He had planned to make the most of the time to study, but the teacher ended up getting drunk and falling asleep.

Han Dong quietly enters the rest room, covers Pasha with a blanket, and removes the tissue she used to wipe her nosebleed from her hand.

Even without a microscope, he can see the colony of fungi mixed in the blood with his naked eye.

“If it were an ordinary person, with such a high concentration of fungi in the blood… wouldn’t they have died long ago?

Has Mrs. Pasha’s body formed a kind of ecological circle with the fungi? Is this the result of specializing in ‘Plague Studies’?”

Such a situation sparked Han Dong’s curiosity about Plague Studies even more.

He leaves the rest room, extracts books related to Plague Studies from the bookshelf, and begins independent studying.

The concepts related to ‘Plague Studies’ mentioned in the book were different.

They assimilated supernatural elements into the basic knowledge Han Dong already possessed.

In the first chapter, the concept related to “Plague Control” is introduced. And on the first page, Han Dong reads about a very important concept.

The professional term given in the book for the ‘energy mass’ generated in the brain due to the allocation of Fate Points was — [Seed].

Suddenly, Han Dong finds himself completely engrossed in the textbook “Plague Studies (Complete Edition)”, published by the National Royal Academy of Knights and written by the former head of the Mysterious Department… When it comes to reading research papers, Han Dong possesses a unique gift..