A weird toroid-shaped planet named O-7.
[Pratik]: How is a planet shaped like this even possible?
Pratik asked with a '-_-' face.
[Yash]: It's an artificial one.
Yash replied casually.
[Ganaraj]: Why are we here? Shouldn't we be heading toward Isolated Dimension 777?
[Osh]: Yeah, this doesn't make any sense.
Osh added while sipping from his bottle.
[Yash]: We may recruit somebody here, since a battle in Isolated Dimension 777 seems inevitable.
Yash said with a serious face.
[Yash]: Listen carefully. What we're about to do is completely against the laws of the Greto Empire. We're going to carry out a prison break... for my uncle. We will free him without harming the guards if possible. Also, he's imprisoned in the deepest section of the prison, protected by its strongest security.
Yash said nonchalantly while cleaning his ear.
Everyone made a blank gag face.
[Surya]: We... what?
[Yash]: We're going to do a prison break.
Yash added with an innocent face.
...
Silence.
[Pratik]: Why was your uncle imprisoned again? I forgot.
[Yash]: Because he tried to kill my mother and father.
Yash replied with a completely normal face.
[Pratik]: I see.
A brief pause.
[Pratik]: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND??!!
Pratik screamed while violently shaking Yash.
[Osh]: Has fighting Grandor turned him into an idiot? This is concerning. Shouldn't we just head toward Isolated Dimension 777 instead?
[Yash]: Everyone, behave yourselves. What's so crazy about it? He isn't going to kill me or anything. Act normal.
[Pratik]: HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO ACT NORMAL AFTER HEARING THAT?!
Surya, Grimori, and Kel silently nodded in agreement.
[Yash]: I do have a plan. He's already restrained by countless seals. He won't be able to harm us. Besides, I'm not planning to pull this stunt alone.
Yash sat down on a chair.
[Yash]: Listen carefully. I, Pratik, Surya, and Mala will be the ones heading th—
[Surya]: I can't leave Nini's side. What if some pervert marries her while I'm ab—
Nini punched him straight into the wall.
Everything returned to normal.
[Yash]: The four of us will handle the prison break. If the worst comes to the worst, we'll simply retreat to the spacecraft and leave immediately.
Pratik slowly raised his hand.
[Pratik]: What if the guards catch us? Will they imprison us too?
He asked nervously.
[Yash]: No. They aren't irrational.
Pratik sighed in relief.
[Yash]: They'll simply eliminate us and throw our bodies into space without listening to our explanation.
Yash added with a calm smile.
[Pratik]: WHAT THE HECK?!
Pratik screamed with teary eyes.
[Yash]: Very few people know me as the Prince of Greto. The guards aren't among them. Even if I reveal my identity, they won't believe me. Our only option is to knock them unconscious and safely bring Uncle back.
Surya raised his hand.
[Surya]: Can't we just... kill them?
[Yash]: No. They're my subjects. I'd rather not do that. They're only doing their jobs. Besides...
Yash's face suddenly turned pale.
[Yash]: I don't want my mother getting angry. If she finds out I killed my own guards, she'll probably lock me inside the palace for at least five decades and make me go through re-education.
Pratik(thinking): Mothers really are terrifying.
[Yash]: I hope everyone understands the situation and cooperates with me.
[Ganaraj]: Then why are Osh and I staying behind?
[Osh]: Yeah. That doesn't make sense. I wanted to meet him myself.
[Yash]: Because I can't leave everyone else completely unprotected. We don't know what kind of threat might appear while we're gone.
[Ganari]: The only threat here is Ganaraj, who eats all the food without even letting out a single burp.
Ganari said while glaring at Ganaraj.
Ganaraj immediately started sweating bullets.
[Yash]: Anyway, stealth missions are always better with fewer people.
Pratik looked at Yash with a smile.
Yash smiled back.
Kel, Grimori, and Lila exchanged small smiles as well.
Only Mala looked completely clueless about what everyone was smiling for.
A small shuttle detached itself from the main spacecraft.
The rescue team consisted of Yash, Pratik, Surya, and Mala.
Everyone else would remain behind.
The Three-Tusk War Elephants were sleeping peacefully inside the storage section.
With a loud metallic thud—
The shuttle separated itself from the mothership.
[Pratik]: Is there any guard we should be wary of?
Pratik asked while eating sweet potatoes.
[Yash]: There isn't any particular guard who's an overwhelming threat. But that doesn't mean you should lower your guard. Stay cautious every single second.
For the next fifteen minutes...
Yash lectured Pratik about caution, awareness, escape routes, emergency situations, and dozens of other survival tips.
Pratik listened with complete concentration.
Only to forget everything almost instantly.
The great lecture...
Ended up completely wasted.
To be continued...
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EXTRAS:-
HUNTER MARSHAL ON QUEST 3
Every goon and smuggler had already been defeated by the Sorcerer Hunter Marshal, Griho.
He freed every captive native.
The prisoners finally saw hope again.
But the true threat had yet to appear.
Without warning—
A forty-metre giant descended before everyone.
The local boss stood proudly before Hunter Marshal Griho.
The fallen goons burst into laughter, cheering for their leader to crush the Marshal.
Little did they know...
Who stood before them.
Little did they know...
The Hunter Marshal carried an entire legacy on his shoulders.
Little did they know...
The real calamity had already arrived.