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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 stood beneath Grand Central's constellation mural, where the marble clock hands spun backward in frenzy. Commuters froze mid-scream, their tar-like shadows coalescing into Chinese Exclusion Act clauses. The air reeked of 1870 transcontinental railroad dynamite smoke and 2025 quantum tunnel ozone.

"Spacetime curvature critical!" The warden's hologram glitched at Victorian ticket counters. "Find the temporal anchor before the East Coast shatters into historical strata—"

A steam locomotive's shriek tore reality. 1863 Union Pacific ghost laborers emerged from quantum mist, ankle chains dripping crude oil. Each spike hammer strike birthed new Asian Categorization Acts on the ground.

[Chaos Devourer Update: Chrono-Suturing Protocol]

Lin leapt onto the platform, furnace core igniting Cherokee star charts. As his palm touched rails, the steel morphed into twined DNA strands revealing buried truths:

Every railroad tie: Vertebrae of 1882 Exclusion Act victims

Rail joints: Love letters from Chinese laborers never sent

Diesel smoke: Lost Chinatown photos swirling like ghostly film reels

"You think to rewrite history?" A chrono-auditor stepped from his pocket watch, monocle spinning altered 14th Amendment text. "We coded racism into spacetime continuum equations."

Lin snapped the watch chain. Temporal blood splattered into parallel realities:

Branch A: Chinese laborers smashing Exclusion Act signatures with spike mauls

Branch B: Asian engineers reverse-injecting algorithmic bias into federal servers

Branch C: Mayflower's hold crammed with scholars in mathematical shackles

[Forbidden Ability: Polyhistorical Superposition]

His pupils fractured into six irises of different hues. Stellar Assimilation skin blazed with burned Chinatown maps. When the auditor fired Immigration Quota Act chrono-bullets, Lin caught the projectile—a microfilm of 1943 Magnuson Act combusting in his palm.

"Time isn't linear." He scattered ashes releasing 1885 Rock Springs Massacre spirits. "It's the chorus of the silenced."

The spirits swirled into quantum maelstrom, dragging the auditor into 1877 San Francisco riots. As the locomotive derailed in flames, Lin glimpsed a new anchor—

Deep in 1906 earthquake fissures, a Book of Songs-inscribed stele glowed beneath buried Chinatown ruins.

Chapter 16 Chrono-Fissures