A thick fog lingered year-round, as if one could wring out damp moisture from it, tightly enveloping this forgotten island—Asphodel.
This was the Holy See Nation’s only “Non-Human Containment Facility,” a prison where criminals were exiled and monsters imprisoned.
Fan Zhuo stood before the cold steel gates, holding a simple suitcase, his face devoid of any expression.
He wore a pristine Saintly Vestment, buttoned all the way to the top, with a golden Holy Emblem gleaming faintly on his chest like a statue of immaculate holiness.
Only he knew that beneath this facade was a soul from the twenty-first century, suppressed to the brink of explosion.
Since crossing into this world of swords and magic, he had suffered under the burden of the Saintly Body for three whole years.
Just a few months ago, he was the brightest genius in Saint City, a Saint Child Candidate of the Mechanical Holy Church.
His mentor, Sage Nolan, had been commissioned to perform a Soulsteel Transplant operation on the critically ill Holy Empress.
But an unexpected energy overload during the procedure not only failed to save the Holy Empress’s life, it plunged her into an even deeper near-death state.
As the chief assistant, Fan Zhuo bore joint responsibility.
Overnight, he fell from grace, stripped of all honors, and was dispatched to this isolated prison for monsters.
“Identity confirmed: Fan Zhuo, third-class Probationary Priest. Welcome to Asphodel. Your post is Warden Assistant of C Ward.”
A cold electronic voice rang out as the heavy alloy gates slid open to both sides.
Behind the gates appeared a doll dressed in an extremely form-fitting maid outfit.
She had smooth silver short hair and an exquisitely flawless face. Her icy blue electronic eyes were emotionless yet strangely captivating.
Beneath the lace trim of her maid dress, tight fabric outlined a full chest and slender waist, the hemline short enough to barely cover the top of her thighs.
Her legs, wrapped in pure white thigh-high stockings, were perfectly curved, the stockings’ edges digging tightly into the supple flesh of her thighs.
Seeing such a knowing design, Fan Zhuo momentarily lost himself.
Before his crossing, such a skin would’ve cost at least 1388 special points, right?
These people from another world really knew their audience!
“Nice to meet you, Lord Fan Zhuo. I am ‘Baitu,’ assigned to assist you with onboarding and daily life.”
The doll maid bowed gracefully, her precise movements causing the skirt to lift just slightly, revealing a fleeting glimpse of scenery.
Fan Zhuo’s eyes twitched almost imperceptibly.
For three years since crossing, he had been forced to become a proud Saintly Body candidate for the Holy See Nation.
But the price was a shackle embedded deep in his soul—the Sacred Ring.
【No physical contact with ‘females’ is permitted.】
Any contact would bring Divine Punishment, reducing him to ashes on the spot.
For a connoisseur of magical mirror puzzles and Summer Rhapsodies, this was pure torture.
Comparable to a magical death sentence!
While he was lost in thought, Baitu had already taken elegant catlike steps forward, extending a slender white-gloved hand toward his suitcase.
“My lord, please hand over your luggage.”
Her fingertip was about to brush his hand when the Sacred Ring suddenly tightened, tearing his soul with agonizing pain.
Fan Zhuo’s face went deathly pale, cold sweat instantly soaking through the back of his vestment.
“N—no need!” he nearly shouted, pulling back his hand and staggering several steps away.
“Apologies, my lord.”
The doll’s electronic eyes flickered red, as if analyzing his overreaction, but she maintained perfect etiquette and bowed slightly.
“I overstepped.”
Fan Zhuo took a deep breath, forcing down the turmoil in his soul and the wicked fire burning within.
Damn it, this cursed maid outfit, these thigh-high stockings cutting into the flesh, this absolute territory… it was truly a test of his seasoned restraint!
“Hey, a big shot newbie just arrived.”
A hoarse, world-weary voice came from nearby.
Fan Zhuo looked up to see a scruffy old man approaching, a pipe dangling from his mouth, murky eyes shamelessly sizing him up.
The warden’s uniform hung open on his frame, revealing a sweat-stained undershirt printed with “Beer is Life.”
“I’m C Ward Warden, John Smith. Just call me Old John.”
The old man exhaled a smoke ring.
“So, you’re the Saintly Body they assigned here?”
“Fan Zhuo, Probationary Priest.” Fan Zhuo nodded slightly.
“Cut the holy act. Old John’s not interested.”
He waved his hand impatiently, pulled out a flask, took a hearty swig, then tossed over a thick, brick-like book.
“Your onboarding manual, Non-Human Management Guide.”
Fan Zhuo caught it instinctively. The cover was cold and hard.
Flipping through the table of contents, his eyes were immediately drawn to the list of “Inmates.”
【C-01: Frost Dragon Princess】
【C-02: Primordial Vampire】
【C-04: Deep Sea Mermaid】
【C-05: Nine-Tailed Fox Demon】
【C-07: Slime Queen】
He involuntarily glanced at the portraits beside the names, his eyelids twitching.
So big… these portraits were huge… practically an exhibition catalog of exotic races…
Old John turned to Baitu.
“Baitu, help the newcomer tidy up his room. I’ll take care of things here.”
“Yes, Warden.”
Baitu saluted again and turned away with elegant steps. The swaying skirt and white silk-covered long legs caught Fan Zhuo’s attention for a fleeting 0.5 seconds.
Cough… cough cough… Saintly, must stay saintly.
Old John chuckled, full of schadenfreude.
“Come on, kid, let me introduce you to your future ‘cellmates.’”
The air was thick with a strange mix of floral fragrance, sulfur, and a faint metallic tang—odd yet intoxicating.
“We keep dangerous non-human entities here that can’t be easily ‘purified.’” Old John said without looking back.
He glanced sideways at Fan Zhuo, his tone growing serious.
“Kid, remember, you’re the Saintly Body. They must never touch you, or God will judge you immediately. We’ve had unlucky fools like you before; their deaths were ugly.”
Old John took another swig and, drunkenly patting the guidebook, said, “Your job’s simple: patrol daily, record their vital signs.”
“But some of them require special care. For instance… the Slime Queen in cell C-07—when she’s in heat, her aggression skyrockets. The mucus she secretes can even dissolve the Rune Door locking her in…”
He muttered, flipping through the guide.
“Let me see, where did I put the Lightning Lance for her…”
Before he finished, the thick alloy door engraved with runes slammed loudly, the Rune Chain snapping instantly!
A huge mass of pink, jelly-like substance surged out like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing the distracted Fan Zhuo.
“Damn! Not again?!” Old John barely managed a startled shout.
The world instantly turned a tempting shade of pink.
Fan Zhuo felt himself thrown into a massive, warm, slippery jelly pudding.
The soft, slick, astonishingly elastic gelatinous mass pressed and squeezed him from all sides.
The sensation… warm and lingering, carrying a faintly sweet scent, like countless soft, boneless hands roaming all over his body.
Worse, the jelly greedily and curiously slid through the seams of his vestment, slickly making intimate contact with every inch of his skin—kneading, wrapping, penetrating…
It was over.
Only these two words echoed in Fan Zhuo’s mind.
He had been… touched.
From head to toe, inside and out, not an inch of skin spared.
Divine Punishment… was coming.