A few days passed just like that.
Leon had already grown somewhat accustomed to life in prison... Not!
After all, anyone who suddenly went from being an unemployed university student to a Prisoner would find it hard to adjust.
He yawned casually, and despite his mind wandering, he didn't stop working.
Working in prison, Profession Experience +2
Working in prison, Profession Experience +2...
Ding-a-ling—
As the familiar bell rang from the broadcast, Leon knew it was time for meals.
Walking towards the dining area, he recalled the past few days, and his eye couldn't help but twitch.
"This so-called major event isn't just going to make me work on this twelve-hour, two-shift death assembly line for the rest of my life, is it?"
The intensity of this work was comparable to the exploitative electronics factory he worked at before he transmigrated, and it didn't even come with social insurance.
Upon reaching the dining area, Leon sat down at his designated spot, and a sticky, gelatinous substance slid out of the tubular passage in front of him.
This had been his food for the past few days, "Infused Type 10 Energy Gel," which, according to other Prisoners, was generally used to feed livestock outside.
But having something to eat was better than nothing, so Leon picked up his spoon and began to eat.
To be honest, the taste wasn't particularly bad; it had a slight salty and sweet flavor, and nothing else. Only the appearance and texture were a bit poor.
However, Leon was not in the mood to focus on food right now; he was eating while looking at the profession panel in front of him.
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Profession: Prisoner
Level: 2/5 (116/200)
Attribute Bonus: Body Strength 0.1 per level
Profession Skills: None
Profession Specialty: Slow Recovery
Promotion Paths: Escapist, Prison Boss...
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"At this rate, I'll reach Level 3 very soon."
Leon thought to himself. After these past few days of manual labor, he had already raised the Prisoner profession to Level 2.
In fact, when he first entered the prison that day, Leon hadn't expected to be able to take on a new profession.
Following the principle of "the more professions, the more paths," he directly chose to take on the profession.
Unfortunately, the Prisoner profession was only slightly stronger than a pure blank slate profession like Civilian.
Of course, even a little stronger is still stronger. At least the 0.2 Body Strength bonus brought by the Level 2 Prisoner made him feel much more energetic now.
Coupled with the profession specialty Slow Recovery, Leon didn't feel particularly tired from prison life for a while.
Slow Recovery: When you are in a resting state, your stamina recovery rate will receive a very small increase.
But even so, a Prisoner is just a Prisoner.
"But thankfully, I have the Console Player talent; otherwise, my life would probably be over..."
Ignoring the message that popped up on the panel—"Survive in prison as a Prisoner for one hour, Experience +1"—Leon quickly finished the 'Infused Type 10' in front of him.
After completing his morning work, Leon, as a Prisoner, had half an hour of rest time. However, the dining area was quite a distance from the cell block, so he chose to sit where he was and take a short nap.
But the next moment, a subtle movement interrupted his nap plans.
A fine tremor, like a small earthquake, caused him to open his eyes and mutter helplessly, "Can't those bugs just be quiet for a while...?"
Leon knew his nap plan for today was likely ruined, because this kind of shaking usually lasted one to two hours.
At this moment, a voice came from beside him, picking up his words: "Brother, you've been here for a few days; you should be used to it by now."
Hearing this, Leon turned to look beside him and saw a brown-haired man staring blankly at the ceiling with a face full of resentment.
"Hall, you woke yourself up, yet you still have the nerve to lecture me..."
The brown-haired man's name was Evan Hall, a fellow inmate Leon had met these past two days.
Hearing Leon's words, Hall pulled his wandering thoughts back and looked at him with dead fish eyes: "Brother, I'm not like you. My theft crime will only get me a few months, but your illegal entry will probably get you life."
At these words, Leon's face instantly darkened.
He hadn't expected that illegal entry in this world would result in life imprisonment. Of course, a large part of it was likely due to him being an unregistered resident; after confirming he had no special talents, the Frontier City government couldn't be bothered to support him.
At this time, Hall seemed not to notice Leon's grim expression and continued to speak: "And you even took on the Prisoner profession..."
"You'll probably just be stuck in prison, waiting to die, for the rest of your life."
As he said this, his eyes filled with pity as he looked at Leon.
The information about the Prisoner profession was, of course, something Leon had voluntarily told Hall, hoping to glean some information about professions.
After all, others didn't know that his profession slots were unlimited.
As if to comfort him, Hall stroked his chin and said, "Prisoner is pretty good. At least it makes you more durable."
"Look, the Infused Type 10 they supply you every day is more than what we get, who don't have professions yet."
In this world, Civilians were generally considered unprofessioned.
As he said this, Hall chuckled to himself.
He could understand Leon's choice; if it were him, he would also choose to take on the Prisoner profession.
After all, there would be no chance to get out in the future, so it might as well be better to figure out how to live better in prison.
"However, serious offenders with longer sentences like you, brother, will eventually be transferred to nearby Prison Planets."
"That's not a good place. Many powerful Professionals are locked up there."
"Prisoner..."
Hall shook his head as he spoke.
Leon had also subtly inquired about the Prison Planet over the past few days, the place that the previous overworked employee had used to threaten him.
As the name suggested, it was a planet specifically used as a prison, housing inmates with longer sentences, and...
Very dangerous Professionals.
An ordinary person like Leon, who had taken on the Prisoner profession, would basically be at the bottom of the exploited hierarchy on a Prison Planet, only slightly better than a fate worse than death.
Thinking of this, a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.
Seeing Leon in this state, Hall closed his mouth. There was no need for him to continue wasting words on a Prisoner who was clearly destined for no future.
He had only said so much earlier because he was bored.
And the half-hour rest period quickly passed.
Amidst the cold ringing, Leon walked back to his workstation and continued to tinker with the instrument in front of him.
Working in prison, Profession Experience +2
Working in prison, Profession Experience +2
...
What he hadn't told Hall was that, unlike the native residents, he could see profession promotion paths.
And the Prisoner naturally had promotions; even if they were very weak, they might still give him a glimmer of hope.
Of course, the ideal situation would still be to experience the so-called major event, then activate his Traveler talent and simply escape.
Thinking this, Leon worked fiercely, speeding up his manual labor.