"I don't care if a God or something else is pulling the strings anyway, I'll get my freedom with my own hands," Indra thought as he looked up at the starry sky above him.
Kira who was watching this scene was momentarily fascinated, the young man floating in front of him seemed to be of unfathomable depth.
...
2 weeks passed slowly while Indra strictly followed the prison program.
Wake up at 8:00 am, dress and wash at 8:30 am. Then all the prisoners were taken to a huge wasteland that could accommodate several hundred people, and a prison guard distributed the tasks of each.
This ranged from working in the mines inside the prison to household chores.
There was a 30-minute break at noon for everyone to eat, and that's when one of Indra's chores began.
He had to serve the right amount of food to each of the prisoners or there wouldn't be enough for everyone.
It was an extremely meticulous job, but it was also extremely painful morally.
In this prison there are only two kinds of eyes on Indra, either hatred or contempt.
This revealed perfectly the hierarchical structure in this prison.
Like everywhere in the world, there were strong and weak.
Indra served more to the strong, so the weak only had their plates half full.
And Indra understood this concept deeply, he even adhered to it completely.
For him only the strong deserve to be valued, if the weak have no vocation to improve themselves and bring no use to society, then they do not deserve the same resources as the strong.
So, even without being asked, he was already giving more to the strongest and less to the weakest from the beginning, and that was what had earned him absolutely no friends in that prison.
When the entertainment time, which was scheduled between 4:30 and 7:00 p.m., came, he always stood alone looking at the sky or sleeping on the benches.
The strong ones would train, play basketball, soccer, table tennis or do weight training, while the weak ones would accompany the strong ones as a stooge, or form small cliques and chat with each other.
However, that day, everything changed when Indra finished her service and filled her plate to the brim in front of the astonished eyes of all the prisoners present in the dining room.
There were more than 200 prisoners watching him move calmly with his wheelchair to the end of one of the tables where the strongest people were sitting.
"Hey, little bug, what do you think you're doing?" asked Pyrus, a large man literally made of muscles and proudly displaying his tattoos for all to see.
The scars on his face proved his experience in the gangs outside, but more importantly that he was not to be underestimated.
Pyrus stood in the middle of the table of the strong, showing that even within the strong, he stood at the top of the hierarchy.
"Little bug?" replied Indra as a mocking smile appeared on his face.
"Do you really know who the little bug is between the two of us?" he asked in a deep voice.
Although only two weeks had passed, and Indra had neither bodybuilding equipment nor nutrition suitable for bodybuilding, through his monstrous potential he had already built a physique that approached was already superior to that of an ordinary soldier.
His Verra and Kyu were even more amazing, they were already superior to those of an ordinary soldier, but still inferior to that of a master corporal.
Pyrus remained momentarily silent as he observed Indra's appearance, especially her beautiful eyes.
The other 10 men at the table also remained silent.
Strangely enough, Pyrus did not respond and after finishing his meal, he got up and left the room without saying a word.
The other men were surprised at first by their boss's actions, but they did the same as they followed him.
"Finally some peace and comfort," Indra murmured with a happy smile as he ate his fill for the first time in a while.
Before, not only was he the one who got the least amount of food, but he also had to eat sitting on the floor like many others who were considered weak.
If he dared to eat sitting on his wheelchair, he would receive aggressive looks, thus disrupting his meal.
In any case, Indra found himself eating alone at this table, under the astonished eyes of the entire dining room, including several dozen people who were eating on the floor.
Yet none of them dared to get up and sit at the same table as Indra.
No one knew why Pyrus had acted so weakly, but it seemed that Indra had become a ticking time bomb.
In this audience, there were 2 people who were watching this scene with extremely suspicious eyes.
They were Rikio and Landers.
Both had a similar status to Pyrus.
Indeed, both of them had their own table with their own men whom they considered strong.
They did not go to Indra either, for Pyrus must have had his own reasons, and besides, despite a certain rivalry, they were not enemies either.
The rules at that time did not allow prisoners to find their sworn enemies or enemy gangs in their prisons.
This saved a lot of trouble right away.
A few minutes passed, and Landers decided to leave the dining room since he had finished eating.
To dispose of his garbage, he was forced to walk behind Indra, and when he looked at him from behind in his wheelchair, he couldn't help but ask:
"Young man, can I ask you a question?"
Indra glanced at him very briefly and then continued to calmly eat his meal.
This scene brought the atmosphere in the dining room down to sub-zero temperatures as countless eyes focused on the two protagonists in the room.
Seeing the lack of reaction, Landers became slightly annoyed, but he calmed down just as quickly.
"What gives you that confidence?" he asked all the same.
"What could give me that confidence?" replied Indra immediately with some annoyance.
Their voices echoed around the room.
"The background, the money, the prestige..." replied Landers but his tone was a notch below his usual one as he watched Indra carefully.
But before Indra could shake his head, Landers went on to say with a definite tone:
"No, it's strength."
For the first time, Indra turned around and seriously looked Landers directly in the eye.
After a moment of silence, he smiled while saying:
"Then you have your answer."
Soon after, he continued his meal normally.
However, Landers still had a question on his mind:
"What is your name?"
"Indra Invictus." replied Indra without turning around.
Landers only nodded and then went to throw his garbage in the garbage cans provided for that purpose, and left the room accompanied by his men.
All this under the somewhat dumbfounded look of all the prisoners.
Indeed, this kind of thing had already happened because it was one of the ways to climb the ladder among the prisoners, but it usually ended very badly for those who provoked it.
The only ones who could get out of it more or less unscathed were the really powerful men like Landers, Pyrus and Rikio.
Ding
[Detected that a status change has been made]
[Status changed from "prisoner" to "powerful prisoner"]
[Prestige increased by 9]
Upon hearing the new notifications, Indra smiled.
"It's finally time to increase the workforce."