Chapter 4: A ruthless man with no tolerance

Lester's gaze toward the prisoners softened considerably, and the killing intent in his heart gradually faded.

To him, these prisoners were no longer just cellmates—they were walking gold mines.

If they couldn't provide him with fear points, he had no reason to keep this scum alive. But if they could… then he'd have some fun with them.

Tightly gripping the bloodstained stone knife in his hand, Lester slowly moved to the right side of the burly man.

The man was still in a daze, unable to comprehend how Lester had managed to avoid getting stained by the blood.

Blood gushed wildly from his right waist. The sharp stone blade hadn't just cut into his flesh—it had punctured his kidney.

Pain spread through his body like wildfire. His vision blurred, whether from blood loss or the severe kidney wound, he wasn't sure.

Even standing was becoming difficult.

Staggering back to the lower bunk, the burly man clutched his bleeding wound with one hand, his voice weak as he pleaded for help.

Unfortunately, the six other inmates ignored him completely.

The frail old man who had left an impression on Lester clutched his crotch in fear, terrified that Lester would suddenly turn on him next.

"You…" The burly man clenched his teeth in anger as he looked at the six who pretended not to hear him. He had been the boss of this cell for so long, and this was how they repaid him?

Slash!

A sharp slicing sound echoed through the cell.

Lester tightened his grip on the stone knife and approached the still-cursing burly man. With a swift motion, he stabbed the knife deep into the man's thigh.

The blade, honed smooth over time, cut through flesh as easily as a sheet of paper.

Lester drove the 10-centimeter blade all the way in until it struck bone, only stopping when it could go no further.

But he wasn't done. The moment the blade hit bone, he yanked it out and slashed toward the burly man's eyes.

Blinded by rage, the man had been glaring daggers at Lester, waiting for a chance to retaliate.

Too bad Lester was too fast.

Before the burly man could react, a fresh spurt of blood burst from his eyes.

"AHHHH!!"

This time, he couldn't hold back his screams.

His agonized wail echoed through the entire prison, even reaching the depths of Azkaban, where Sirius Black was contemplating how to pass his days. The sudden scream startled him.

"Not good!"

The six other inmates' expressions changed instantly.

The frail old man at the edge of the cell trembled violently, letting out a pitiful whimper.

Even the burly man, writhing in pain, suddenly forgot about his bleeding wounds and flopped onto the bed in terror.

The rest weren't as lucky—they simply dropped to the floor, covering their faces with both hands, hoping to muffle any sound and avoid drawing attention.

A few seconds later, a suffocating chill engulfed the cell.

Everyone shuddered involuntarily, clutching their mouths tightly, fearing that even the faintest sound would betray them.

Creak—

The rusted iron door groaned as a rotting, skeletal finger slowly pushed it open.

A thick wave of death and fear seeped into the room.

A Dementor, draped in a tattered black cloak, drifted in through the narrow gap.

Its sunken, soulless eyes swept over the trembling prisoners.

Each of them felt as though they had been plunged into an abyss of ice, their bodies convulsing from the unbearable chill.

But none of that mattered to Lester.

Standing right in front of the Dementor, he remained completely unaffected, thanks to his god-tier invisibility skill.

Casually stepping past the hovering creature, Lester made his way to the cell door.

A spark lit up in his eyes.

The Dementor had left the door slightly ajar.

It was too small a gap for an adult, but for a ten-year-old like him? It was just right.

Meanwhile, inside the cell, the Dementor loomed over the seven terrified prisoners, greedily absorbing every ounce of joy from their bodies.

The burly man bit down on his own arm, forcing himself to stay silent despite the excruciating pain.

He knew—if he made a sound, the Dementor would have an excuse to suck out his soul.

Just the thought of it made him tremble even more.

Finally, the Dementor, satisfied with its feast, prepared to leave.

Just as the prisoners sighed in relief—

Slash!

Another deep wound appeared on the burly man's leg.

"Bloody hell!"

He nearly screamed again but barely held it in.

He couldn't believe it.

Even with a Dementor standing right there, Lester still wouldn't let him go?

What kind of grudge was this? Was it just because he made Lester sleep in the toilet on his first day? Did he really have to go this far?

The other inmates exchanged horrified glances.

Lester was ruthless beyond belief.

Attacking someone right in front of a Dementor—just how badly did he want this man dead?

All because of a petty grudge?

Everyone in the cell felt a cold sweat run down their backs.

Ding! Fear points received:

Leonardo: +100

Quentin: +100

…

As the system notifications flashed before Lester's eyes, he saw seven new entries.

Another 700 fear points gained.