Chapter 6: The Prison Boss

After the Dementor finished sucking the soul out of the burly man and floated away, Lester glanced around at the terrified prisoners in the cell. Seeing that the timing was right, he finally revealed himself.

As his top-tier invisibility spell deactivated, his thin frame gradually materialized before everyone's eyes.

His gray prison uniform was spotless, but the stone knife in his hand was dripping with fresh blood.

"I'm the boss of this cell now." Lester scanned the room and coldly asked, "Anyone got a problem with that?"

The cell fell into a deathly silence.

After witnessing what happened to the burly man, who would dare to oppose him?

Under Lester's icy gaze, the remaining prisoners frantically nodded their heads, wishing they could raise their hands and feet to show their approval.

They didn't just nod; they put in real effort, afraid that even the slightest hesitation would land them on Lester's hit list and earn them a stab or two for no reason.

The burly man had merely tried to put Lester in his place, and now he was lying quietly on the bed—dead.

This proved that Lester wasn't just ruthless—he was also extremely petty.

Seeing that the remaining prisoners had all accepted his leadership, Lester nodded in satisfaction.

He wasn't a bloodthirsty killer. He had only killed the burly man because the guy was scum, and since this was his first day in Azkaban, he needed to establish dominance quickly to avoid being bullied.

The unlucky guy just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"You two," Lester said casually, pointing at two prisoners. "Dump his body in the toilet."

There was no way he was sharing a cell with a corpse. The farther that burly man's body was from him, the better.

The two prisoners flinched when Lester pointed at them, but after realizing he was only asking them to move a body, they let out a sigh of relief.

Without hesitation, they got up and obediently carried the blood-soaked corpse to the toilet.

Moving a corpse? No big deal. They were in Azkaban—none of them were saints.

They had seen plenty of dead bodies before.

As long as Lester wasn't killing them, he could order them to do whatever he wanted. Hell, if he told them to eat crap, they might even consider it.

Lester ignored the two prisoners dealing with the body. Instead, he focused entirely on his system panel.

He hadn't checked it earlier because he had been busy dealing with the burly man.

Now that the problem was solved, it was finally time to draw a reward.

Lester hadn't forgotten—he had earned 1,400 Fear Points.

It wasn't a lot, but it was enough for a draw.

"System," Lester called in his mind. "Start the draw."

Since he had the chance, there was no reason to save up.

It wasn't like Fear Points could reproduce. Who knew? Maybe he'd get something useful for escaping.

Lester had no intention of staying in this hellhole for a year. Especially since he had been wrongfully convicted.

[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have received: "Super Viagra (Enhanced) - 1 Bottle."]

"…Super Viagra?"

Lester, who had been full of anticipation, instantly had his expression collapse.

The prisoners secretly watching him shivered in fear, worried that he was about to snap and start stabbing people again.

Luckily, Lester's face only twitched briefly before returning to normal.

[Super Viagra: "Be a newlywed every night! Experience a honeymoon every day! Even 80-year-olds swear by it!"]

"Are you f***ing kidding me?"

Lester's face turned black.

He was ten years old.

His "little brother" hadn't even fully grown yet. What the hell was he supposed to do with Super Viagra?!

Besides, this was a men's prison.

Just the thought of what this implied made Lester shudder in disgust.

Too horrifying. Best not to think about it.

"All of you, turn around."

Lester glared at the prisoners, who were still staring at him, and ordered them to face the wall.

There was no way he was taking out the Super Viagra in front of them.

His system was his biggest secret.

For safety's sake, he had to make sure no one was watching.

"Don't even think about sneaking a glance."

Even though they were confused, none of the prisoners dared to defy him.

They all obediently turned to face the wall, their backs exposed to Lester.

Lester quickly took out the Super Viagra.

The small bottle had a flashy label, covered in images of scantily clad women in seductive poses.

He cautiously opened the cap, and with a pop, a puff of white smoke drifted out.

Inside, five small white pills lay quietly at the bottom of the bottle.

"So this is Super Viagra?"

Lester frowned as he examined the pills.

They didn't look any different from the ones in his past life.

Still, since it was a system reward, it had to be special. Lester carefully placed the pills back in the bottle and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Alright."

Once he was sure the pills were safely stored, he let the prisoners turn back around.

But even without an order, none of them dared to move recklessly.

They didn't want to accidentally piss him off and end up with a knife in their kidneys.

"What's your name?"

Lester walked a few circles around the cell, sizing up the remaining six prisoners before stopping in front of a rat-faced man.

The man flinched, then quickly replied, "My name is—"

Before he could finish, Lester interrupted him.

"I don't care what your name was. From now on, you're 'Hou San.'"

Hou San's face was full of grievance.

You were the one who asked for my name!

If you were going to rename me anyway, why even ask?!

Of course, he only dared to complain in his head.

If Lester caught wind of it, his kidneys would definitely suffer.