Chapter 127: All of You Will Stay in Prison and Wait to Die

Fractured Lake Prison, Men's Restroom.

In a restroom barely large enough for its purpose, over 30 people were crammed together. Among them, only seven were guards, while the rest wore the classic black-and-white striped uniforms of death row inmates.

"Angus! Get out of there already! Stop hogging the stall!"

"Amanro! I know you're low on contribution points. You dare offend me like this?"

"Desmond, come on! Just this once, do me a favor. I'll owe you big time—just open the door!"

Guard Nagu, his thighs pressed tightly together, pounded furiously on the stall doors. Not a single one opened. The laughter of the death row inmates echoed around him, mocking and jeering, making his humiliation complete.

These bastards had occupied every single stall!

"How much longer, Sharvik?" Nagu hissed through clenched teeth at another guard.

Sharvik, his own legs trembling, checked his display. "Thirteen minutes. According to the Toilet Use Regulations, a single occupant can't remain in a stall for more than 60 minutes. Just hold out for 13 minutes."

Nagu groaned, his voice strained. "I can't hold it anymore…"

"Oh, no, oh no! Is the guard going to wet himself? Gross!"

"Shhh, shhh, shhh~"

"You call that a whistle? If you really want to make someone lose control, you should use sharp, high-pitched sounds to create tension and trigger bladder contractions. It's the same reason people lose control in dangerous situations. Let me demonstrate—try scraping your nails on a stainless steel surface, like this!"

A shrill, ear-piercing sound filled the restroom, making Nagu straighten his back in agony. He shuffled desperately toward the urinal, but as he reached it and fumbled with his belt, he noticed seven or eight heads peeking around him, watching intently.

Other guards tried to intervene, but the inmates formed a human wall, preventing them from getting through.

Because of the restrictions placed on death row inmates, they couldn't physically touch or harm Nagu. But they didn't need to—they simply observed, their eyes filled with the cruel curiosity of spectators at a circus.

Nagu hesitated, unwilling to expose himself, but eventually steeled himself and undid his belt.

"Ew, ew, ew~"

"That's it?"

"Looks like what I had when I was a kid…"

Their mocking comments made Nagu's blood boil. He growled, "What do you know? You… you…"

"You what? Go ahead, insult me, Mr. Guard."

"Louder! Come on, is that weak little voice fit for a guard?"

"Wow, the guard is going to insult me! I'm so excited!"

Nagu's face turned bright red, and he stammered, unable to come up with a retort. After several long seconds, he managed, "...You rude bastards!"

"Oh no! The guard called me rude! I'm so hurt, so angry!"

"Rude? Such a filthy word, Nagu! How could you say that?"

"Boo-hoo, I'm crying! Just kidding, I'm laughing!"

The death row inmates howled with laughter, while the other guards, watching Nagu's humiliation, felt a mix of empathy and helpless rage. But they couldn't intervene—they were all at their limits too, and any sudden movements would risk an accident.

"Hey, Nagu, why are you still there? Can't get it out?"

One inmate suddenly had an epiphany. "Wait… are you the type who can't pee if someone's watching?"

"No way! Then I'll keep staring until my eyes burn!"

"Time to test our focus, everyone! Don't blink, folks—Nagu's got 10 minutes left!"

Nagu was about to explode—not just from his bladder but from sheer rage. Before he could collapse under the pressure, the restroom door burst open.

BANG!

Relief washed over Nagu's face as Ash strolled in, glancing at the crowd gathered around the urinals.

"What's going on here?" Ash asked, his tone mildly curious.

"We're watching Nagu," one of the inmates replied matter-of-factly.

"Why? Don't you all have one? If anyone here doesn't, let me know, and I'll assign them to the women's restroom… Watching someone pee? How fascinating. All of you, turn around. I don't like people watching me pee."

The inmates and guards exchanged confused looks.

One inmate hesitantly offered, "If you could—"

"If I could make you lick this restroom clean, would you turn around? Fine, let me grab the Criminal Directory—"

SWISH!

The entire crowd turned their backs to the urinals immediately, cowed by Ash's infamous authority.

Ash sighed, shaking his head as he passed by Nagu and patted him on the shoulder. "No need to thank me. Consider it repayment for that time you gave me those boots."

Nagu stared at him, speechless.

"Thank you for your help!" he finally choked out, still struggling to finish his business.

"You're too polite," Ash replied, moving to the farthest urinal. As he relieved himself, he glanced over his shoulder. "How's everyone settling in? Any complaints?"

Nagu couldn't contain himself anymore. "You locked us in the restroom and you're asking if we're comfortable!?"

"Well, the restroom is the only place in the prison designated for relieving oneself. If I'd locked you up elsewhere, you'd all be holding it in until you exploded internally. And we can't have that, now can we?"

"Our private quarters—"

"Nope. You have to be confined together, guards and inmates alike. These degenerates may not help me, but they'll certainly enjoy seeing you suffer. They won't let you sabotage my plan."

Nagu's voice turned icy. "Do you really think you'll get away with this?"

Ash smirked. "You're worried about my future? That must mean you're satisfied with your current accommodations." He zipped up his pants and turned to leave. "I'll be going now."

"Demon!" one inmate cried out, rushing to block Ash's path. "Take me with you! I'll obey your every command!"

"Me too! I'm great at licking—everything, in every sense!"

"I'm a two-wing Arcana Master—you need me!"

"Don't forget me—"

Their suppressed desires, long buried, erupted like wildfire at the mere hint of a chance to escape.

Ash raised his hands to calm the chaos. "Stop. Stop. I've heard your pleas. Rest assured, I'll do my best to fulfill your wishes and ensure every single one of you—"

The inmates' faces lit up with hope. The guards grew pale.

"—stays right here in prison to rot!"