My Cell Prison - C.97 - : Household Matters (6th update, soliciting monthly ticket)

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Household Matters (6th update, soliciting monthly ticket)

Translator: 549690339

(Note: The ‘parents’ in this chapter are data products of the system, and have no connection to the protagonist. Please do not misconstrue.)

The father, holding an[Electric Saw].

The mother, wielding a [Shotgun].

Accompanied by terrifying red lips and a dreadful smile.

Had it been any other child, they might have already been on their knees, crying, swearing to study diligently, and to never secretly play games again.

Han Dong stared at the scene before him, helplessly.

“So they’ve been out to find props… how typical.”

Upon seeing the ‘parents’ holding their weapons, Han Dong began to observe his surroundings, his brain working at a high speed, calculating the best strategy for battle.

“With such distance, limited space, and the weapons in hand, things could get a little tricky.”

The majority of Han Dong’s attention was focussed on the ‘mother’… he was most worried about her shotgun.

Getting hit by a bullet would be manageable, but if it hit his skull, then there would truly be trouble.

Hu… Han Dong took a deep breath.

Strike first!

In Han Dong’s eyes, the ’14 years’ of implanted memory were clearly separated from his real memories.

The ‘parents’ before him were merely NPCs in the World of Fate, and had nothing to do with him.

He gripped a coffee table and hurled it towards the ‘parents’ standing in the kitchen… a direct hit could potentially injure, or even knock out an average adult.

Unexpectedly, the ‘parents’ had no intention of dodging.

Bang!

The mother, while the coffee table flew towards her, pulled the trigger of the shotgun… disregarding whether she would be hit next.

The bullet pierced through the glass coffee table, aiming at Han Dong’s skull…

Thud! (Sound of bullet penetrating the flesh)

Han Dong fell to the ground, blood slowly pooling around him.

As for the flying coffee table, the father directly saws it in half with the electric saw, preventing them from getting hurt.

Watching their ‘son’ collapse to the ground, the first thing the couple does is not to check on him.

Instead, they fire again!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three consecutive bullets are fired, hitting their marks.> But they were not done yet… Bang! Bang!

Five consecutive shots were fired to handle [housework].

Once the firing is over, the ‘parents’ appear to be content and then move closer to Han Dong to check if he is dead.

However, the way they check for his potential death is not by feeling his pulse or sensing his breath, but by using the father’s electric saw!

They plan to saw off Han Dong’s skull directly to confirm ‘death’.

The sound of a diesel engine rang through the room.

The descending saw prepared to cut through the sofa and Han Dong’s neck.

“Zzzzz!” Just as cotton from the sofa began to scatter, a stream of green energy shot out.

The Plague Beam aimed not at the father holding the electric saw but at the mother waiting for the ‘inspection’ results in the back.

The beam accurately hit the mother’s eye, causing her to be blinded and unable Only at this close range could Han Dong guarantee the ‘accuracy’ of the Plague Beam… after all, there was no sight on a short dagger, making it difficult to aim from a distance.

It was at the precise moment that the Plague Beam was shot out.

“Ghoul Arm” 100%

The claw tore through the sofa, penetrated the father’s body, and simultaneously turned 900.

Crunch! The sudden attack killed him instantly.

He seized the moment.

Han Dong, who had retracted his claws, quickly closed in on his mother, who had lost her sight.

With a swing of his claw! He severed her gun-wielding right arm.

Then, in a counteraction, his claw easily sliced through the body… Death!

He stared at his ‘parents” corpses.

Han Dong looked helpless, “Playing out of turn!?! Shooting even when I’m down!? Lucky my body isn’t fully mine…and has formed a robust beneficial fungi community within.”

Playing dead to the extreme.

This tactic was learned from the ‘shifting old lady’ previously.

The room space was limited with scarce cover.

Han Dong stood at one end of the living room door, his parents at the other end of the kitchen back door, a considerable distance apart.

With such a distance, and a lack of cover, it was hard to approach directly! It was also difficult to accurately hit her eyes with the plague beam, causing her to lose her ability to aim.

Additionally, even if Han Dong were to close the distance, he would first need to subdue his chainsaw-wielding father.

During that time, it would give his mother multiple opportunities to fire, which would be troublesome if she were to hit the head.

Therefore, when his mother decisively fired the first shot ignoring the coffee table that was flying towards her… Han Dong used his Ghoul Arm to shield his head, effectively blocking the bullet.

Taking the opportunity to fall to the ground, his head and part of his upper body conveniently fell behind the sofa.

As mentioned before, Han Dong’s family was well-off. The sofa was high-end, embedded with multiple layers of steel, solid wood, and thick cotton, which a regular shotgun couldn’t penetrate.

Even if she shot again, she could only target the ‘less important’ parts of the body.

Furthermore, Han Dong’s upper body was clad in silver soft armor… At most, only his lower half would suffer damage.

Also, the reason why Han Dong’s movement wasn’t affected even after his lower half was hit by five shots, and there was very little bleeding-

Was due to the ‘beneficial fungi community.’

Fungi controlled and distributed throughout his body helped to clot the blood vessels, assist in hemostasis, and prevent the infection of ‘Clostridium tetani.’ Even if the muscle tissue was damaged, they could still temporarily connect through the mycelium and continue to function.

Successfully feigning death! Han Dong resolved what was a [Household Chore].

At that moment, the TV reverted back to the original screen. Lights switched on one after another, everything in the house returned to normal… except, his parents no longer existed.

A ‘gift box’ belonging to Han Dong appeared in the middle of the living room floor.

“Side mission: [Hilarious Parents]completed. Small clue (Hilarious Gift Box) reward received.”

Only upon hearing this prompt did Han Dong truly breathe a sigh of relief.

“This small-scale side mission was no joke, forcing me into a solo fight, not even allowing the use of minions or pets… Managing to solve this without using the ‘pollution’ power is quite a fortunate outcome.”

Chen Li voluntarily appeared, supporting the injured Han Dong towards the bathroom.

Tweezers, dinner plate, gauze, towel. Ding!-Ding!-

Continuous metallic sounds echoed.

The bullets lodged in Han Dong’s body were gradually extracted. Two of them hit the silver soft armor, barely grazing the skin surface… Han Dong really needed to thank Mrs. Pasha for this gift.

The process of removing the bullets didn’t hurt!

Han Dong let the Faceless Skull disconnect from his body voluntarily, cutting off the sense of pain.

After finishing, he bandaged himself up.

Thanks to the internal fungi, he only needs to worry about possible subsequent infections.

The shotgun’s power wasn’t too strong, combined with a bit of luck, the bullet didn’t shatter any bones.

He just needed to wait until he met up with the squad to receive Sophia’s Holy Light Treatment for a full recovery.

“Speaking of which… Why hasn’t Cass gotten back to me yet?”

Han Dong had sent a text quite some time ago.

“Have they run into trouble too?”

Han Dong checked his body and found that, although the bones were fine, many muscles and tendons had been damaged by the bullets. The mycelium could only temporarily connect them and wouldn’t hold up for long.

As a result, Han Dong, supported by Chen Li, could only return to his bedroom slowly to rest and was unable to go and assist Cass and the others.

“The three of them should be fine.

“Han Dong, do you want me to deal with the bodies downstairs?” Chen Li asked. “Just clean up the bloodstains… leave the bodies, they might come in handy..”

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