Chapter 8: Can You Keep it down Next Door?

"1,600 fear points now!"

After stabbing the perverted old man, Lester eagerly checked his system panel.

Seeing that he could draw another prize, he couldn't help but smile.

Before, he had thought about escaping at the right moment to enjoy the wonders of magic outside.

But now, with fear points steadily rolling in, he felt that staying here for a year wasn't so bad after all!

"System, I want to draw a prize!"

Ignoring the terrified crowd and the old man bleeding out on the ground, Lester called upon the system.

His first draw had given him a god-tier invisibility spell, and the second had granted him an ultra-powerful aphrodisiac—though he never had the chance to use it.

Still, just from its description, he could tell how extraordinary it was.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for acquiring the skill: 'Wall Phasing.']

[Wall Phasing: Allows the user to pass through any wall without obstruction. The world is now yours to explore freely.]

"Wall Phasing?" Lester's eyes lit up as he stared at the shining new skill on his system panel.

This was exactly what he needed!

Right now, he was stuck in an Azkaban cell, and the only people he could exploit were the six inmates in here with him.

While the daily fear points were decent, he would eventually drain them dry.

From Hou San, he had learned that Azkaban only received new prisoners on Wednesdays.

That meant until next Wednesday, he was stuck with these same six cellmates.

And at the rate he was going, they wouldn't last long.

Just look—he had already killed one on his first day.

If this continued, there wouldn't be enough inmates left for him to torment!

But now, with Wall Phasing, he could visit other cells.

Soon, the entire Azkaban would be his playground!

"Speak louder! I can't hear you!"

Feeling ecstatic, Lester smacked a murderer across the face, ordering him to be louder.

These people were all scum—hitting them was just doing justice for their victims!

The murderer looked wronged.

Out in the world, he had been feared by everyone. If someone dared to make eye contact with him on the street, he would teach them a lesson.

But now, seeing the old man still bleeding out, he decided to submit.

He raised his voice several notches and continued reading aloud from The Analects.

"A gentleman must be strong and resilient, for his duty is a heavy burden and the road ahead is long..."

The solemn recitation echoed through the gloomy prison.

Then, from the neighboring cell, a chorus of sharp curses rang out.

"Shut the hell up, you dogs next door!"

"Yeah, are you trying to exorcise ghosts with that chanting?"

"You're in Azkaban! What's with all this 'reform' nonsense? Give it a rest!"

Clearly, the prisoners next door were fed up with hearing The Analects.

Everyone in Azkaban was a hardened criminal.

Listening to this moralistic drivel 24/7 was pure torture for them.

And it wasn't just occasional reading—these guys had been chanting since yesterday!

They didn't sleep, but the others still needed to!

Hearing The Analects over and over was driving them insane.

What they didn't know was that the ones reading were suffering even more.

Ever since Lester became the cell boss, he had forced them to recite it nonstop.

At first, he read along with them.

But after a few repetitions, he left them to do it alone.

They were new to The Analects, and every mistake earned them a stab to the leg.

If they were at Hogwarts, a mistake might get them a minor punishment from a professor.

But Lester? Lester stabbed them!

Just look at Old Quentin—his body was already covered in wounds.

They had not closed their eyes for an entire day.

Hearing the insults from next door, Lester's face darkened.

The six inmates watching him turned pale, silently praying for their unfortunate neighbors.

They knew Lester could turn invisible to evade Dementors.

For him, sneaking into another cell was child's play.

"Stop!" Lester commanded, his expression serious.

The recitations immediately ceased, and so did the shouting from next door.

As Azkaban fell silent once more, Lester turned toward the neighboring cell.

"What did you just say?" he asked coldly.

He was deeply offended.

Here he was, trying to help these criminals change for the better.

Instead of gratitude, he got cursed at?

This was so unfair!

"Pfft!"

Hearing Lester's childish voice laced with grievance, the inmates next door burst out laughing.

They had heard about this kid—he had somehow subdued his cellmates on his first day.

But so what?

Did he think he could just walk through walls to get to them?

Feeling safe behind bars, they became even more arrogant, spewing insults without restraint.

All their pent-up frustrations from being locked up came pouring out in a storm of foul language.

Lester's expression turned black.

His body faded from sight.

"God-tier Invisibility, activate!"

In his cell, the six inmates watching him knew—

Someone was going to die tonight.

Lester was incredibly petty.

A simple challenge had already gotten a burly inmate stabbed three times and left for the Dementors.

Now, these fools openly insulted him?

They were as good as dead.

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