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Transported to a parallel world, Lin Yun became a prison guard in a different world. Every day, he had to face heinous criminals with supernatural abilities. He originally thought that he would muddle through his life, but unexpectedly, the system arrived in time. Decades later, the name of the Prison Lord struck awe throughout the world.

Prison Guard with Supernatural Abilities

Lin Yun's boots sank into Area 51's quicksand, each step triggering supernovae of alien memory. The Geiger counter on his belt screamed, but the radiation wasn't from uranium—the violet sand grains were cosmic archivists, each preserving 100,000 years of galactic conquest.

He knelt, fingers brushing the desert skin. Sand particles levitated into holographic star maps, unfurling Orion Arm's brutal history:

200,000 BCE: Sower ships raining genetic seeds into primordial oceans

3000 BCE: Sumerian "star gods" revealed as DNA harvesters

1947 CE: The Roswell crash's black box leaking humanity's modification blueprints

[Chaos Devourer Final Protocol: Genetic Truth]

The desert cracked open into a canyon. Lin fell through anti-gravity space into an inverted pyramid. Walls oozed mercury-like liquid metal displaying hybrid texts—the Declaration of Independence interlaced with Galactic Colonization Accords.

At the core, his own face stared back from countless incubation pods:

Pod Alpha-7: His skin photosynthesizing with redwoods, roots pulsing with quantum dialogues

Chamber BTC-42: Cerebral cortex fused with ASIC miners, etching liberty onto blockchain through neural lightning

Specimen Ω: Vertebrae sprouting chitinous tendrils, transforming Capitol Hill into hive-mind architecture

The voice dripped from above. Lin looked up to see the original Silicon Prophet's corpse suspended—his skull replaced by quantum processors, eye sockets swirling with Milky Way cartography.

"You primates babble about free will," the corpse vibrated with cosmic microwave background static, "never realizing even your rebellion is our debug protocol."

Lin's neck burned. The system bled crimson alerts:

[Emergency Measure: Activate Cherokee War Cipher]

Ripping open his sternum, the furnace core erupted with death chant wavelengths. The liquid walls crystallized, revealing hidden frescoes—Sower ships dumping genetic plagues over Mayan pyramids, the feathered serpent god wielding Lin's own Devourer gauntlet.

"You think yourself savior?" The corpse disintegrated into nano-swarm forming the Federal Reserve seal. "You're Experiment #73,420 in cosmic QA testing!"

Lin lunged for the control console, injecting war cipher. The pyramid began replaying humanity's revolutions in 4D:

1789: Bastille stones exploding into French bytecode of Les Droits de l'Homme

1773: Tea chests at Boston Harbor bursting with smart contracts

1963: MLK's "Dream" morphing into data bullets piercing segregation firewalls

His body quantum-scattered, reforming as an Einstein-Rosen storm. When Sower nanoswarms attacked, each particle carried conflicting histories—

1776 musket balls colliding with 2025 plasma rifles at Planck scale

Negro spirituals entwining with machine code in helical duets

Cherokee rain dance droplets quantum-entangling with server coolant

"This is humanity's essence." Lin's voice echoed through spacetime fractures, the storm's eye opening with war-paint irises. "Creation in chaos, hope within despair—the incalculable variable!"

The pyramid imploded into a singularity. Above the desert, a second moon rose—a celestial pearl forged from liberated genetic possibilities, its craters spelling "We the Mutants" in pulsar Morse code.

Chapter 15 The Sower's Tomb