darknovel Chapter 718 [136] The Consequences of Delaying the Manuscript
Chapter 718 [136] The Consequences of Delaying the Manuscript
Chapter 718 [136] The Consequences of Delaying the Manuscript
With Han Tiancheng's assistance, Zhou Tiannao was imprisoned in an underground prison by Qin Jiandan.
The underground prison on the west side of the martial arts training ground has eighteen underground floors.
They initially imprisoned the eldest brother, then John F. Kennedy, and now there's no one inside.
"Put this on him to prevent him from escaping through the warp."
Mu Yue walked over, holding the Ring of Imprisonment. This white ring had once been locked around Rui Shuang's neck, but had since remained unused in the intelligence department's safe.
The cell contained only a folding chair and a small wooden table.
Zhou Tiannao sat in the chair, his drunkenness subsiding a little.
He saw the ring of restraint and instinctively shrank back. Mu Yue didn't give him a chance to struggle; with a push of her hands, the metal ring clicked shut.
"You can't do this to me! What's wrong with turning humans into cats and dogs? Art is innocent!"
Qin Jiandan leaned against the cell door. Han Tiancheng stood beside him, his posture lacking confidence. Mu Yue retreated to Qin Jiandan's side.
The laser fence was raised.
"The clown's subspace is considered a kind of superpower..."
Qin Jiandan turned to Han Tiancheng.
"There has been no precedent of a superhuman being turned into a comical figure. Does that mean superhumans cannot be transformed? After all, a person cannot have two superhuman abilities unless they have two brains like the T-unit."
Han Tiancheng, fearing his daughter's scolding for getting into trouble, shrugged slightly.
"Not necessarily. I stole data from the police department's computer—Ibash turns others into clowns, and at the same time, he shares his warp abilities with them. The other clowns share Ibash's abilities; they didn't awaken them on their own. It's possible that in the future, some ability users will be targeted by Ibash and end up with two abilities at the same time."
Qin Jiandan remained silent for a moment. "I thought Mu Yue wasn't in any danger."
Mu Yue's voice was soft, but also very serious.
“I will never become a clown. I may find the world gloomy, cruel, and miserable, but I don’t find it funny. It will eventually return to order.”
Her cat ears turned slightly towards her father, so slightly that it was almost imperceptible. But Han Tiancheng noticed it.
Zhou Tiannao, sitting on the folding chair, was still muttering something like, "Cat ears are the ultimate evolutionary form of humanity" and "The mission of a cartoonist is to create a more adorable world."
Qin Jiandan asked through the laser fence, "Where did you get your clay catalyst? You're just an H comic artist, how could you possibly obtain a high-end reagent that can change the estrus cycle of the Furei people in such a short time?"
Zhou Tiannao raised his chin. "You... what gives you the right to look down on cartoonists? Cartoonists are superheroes; they can get anything they want—"
After a moment's thought, Han Tiancheng said, "My 'Furi Bomb' was based on crucial intelligence provided by Ibash, who helped me pinpoint the location of the police department's laboratory. Its catalyst was most likely also provided by Ibash."
Mu Yue picked up the conversation, her gaze fixed on Zhou Tiannao's increasingly uncertain face.
“If Ibash is an instigator, we can consider giving you a lighter sentence.”
Zhou Tiannao's neck shrank by half an inch within the restraining ring, and he remained silent for about 10 seconds.
"The catalyst... was indeed given by Ibash. Stealing the old drunkard's bomb was also his idea."
Han Tiancheng seemed a little unhappy about being called an "old drunkard," but he couldn't argue with his daughter in front of her.
Qin Jiandan and Mu Yue exchanged a glance.
“Ibash has caused us enough trouble already. On the night of the corporate attack, he tried to turn me into a clown in the Eco Tower. Although he is still against the corporate, he can hardly be considered an ally anymore.”
“Father-in-law,” Qin Jiandan turned to Han Tiancheng, “you should unite as many other clowns as possible and get them out of Ibash’s control.”
"I understand," Han Tiancheng said in a low voice. "I will do my best."
Mu Yue took half a step forward, getting a little closer to her father, the toes of her training shoes brushing against the hem of Han Tiancheng's trench coat. "If we ever defeat the company, we'll find a way to turn Dad back into a normal person. Since the identity of the comical ghost and his subspace abilities were shared by Ibash..."
Qin Jiandan continued, "After Ibash dies, the other comical ghosts might revert to their original forms. Or I can keep beating Ibash until he releases the other people from their comical ghost states."
Mu Yue glanced at Qin Jiandan briefly. Her eyes seemed to say, "Why are you so violent?"
Qin Jiandan said, "The Furui bomb has been safely stored. It might come in handy when we go to war with the company. To prevent the company from being prepared, Kazama has blocked all related information. All the videos of people watching tonight have been removed from Yelong.com. The official report is that Mingguang Tianmu is undergoing routine maintenance, and Zhou Tian's drunken disturbance has been brought under control."
Han Tiancheng coughed lightly. "That little girl is quite reliable."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his daughter's gaze fall on his profile, conveying a very clear message—Dad, how dare you judge whether someone is reliable or not?
Han Tiancheng could only cough again.
Qin Jiandan turned to Zhou Tiannao in the prison cell.
The cartoonist was drawing circles on the table with his finger, clearly accepting that tonight's plans had completely failed.
"Zhou Tian Nao,"
Qin Jiandan pointed to the other side of the laser fence.
"You don't have much fighting power, so just stay here and draw comics while you're in jail. There's comic paper and pens in the desk, everything a comic artist needs."
"Judging from the company's strict ban on the distribution of comics, reading comics, especially fantasy comics, can easily awaken superpowers. Just draw me Dragon Ball fan art, draw more Super Saiyan scenes, the more intense the better. We will distribute the finished products to the warriors through Night Dragon Network. As long as one superpower is awakened, it will be worth it."
Zhou Tiannao reached into the desk and, as expected, pulled out the things Qin Jiandan had mentioned. But the second half of Qin Jiandan's sentence made him frown.
"Dragon Ball fanfiction? I'm an original manga artist. Only people who lack inspiration draw fanfiction! Fanfiction is just a parasite that leeches off original manga!"
Qin Jiandan crossed her arms over her chest.
"Are your representative works, 'My Girlfriend Jesus' and 'My Girlfriend Shakya,' original comics? Aren't they also religious fan fiction?"
Zhou Tian's arrogant demeanor was greatly dampened, and he muttered something in a very low voice.
"Religious fanfiction doesn't count as fanfiction... many religions themselves are fanfiction..."
Mu Yue, who had been resting her chin on her hand in thought, finally spoke, her voice filled with confusion.
What is Dragon Ball? What is a Super Saiyan?
Qin Jiandan turned her head to look at her.
"Dragon Ball is a manga about constant fighting, from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the universe... When the protagonist encounters an enemy he can't defeat, he just changes his hair color to something even shinier and keeps fighting. The blond hair is Super Saiyan 1, or 'Super 1' for short, and there are even more powerful ones later on; it's not uncommon for him to destroy a planet with a single punch."
"Destroy a planet?" Mu Yue's face seemed to have been hit hard by physics knowledge. After a while, she decided not to pursue the logic of the comic.
秦剑丹继续向周天闹训话：“你给我画猛一点。超1超2级别太低了，怎么着也得超5超6……你就干脆画超18吧。”
Zhou Tiannao sprang up from the folding chair: "There are no Super Saiyan 18s at all!"
Qin Jiandan laughed and said, "That's why it's fanfiction. Go ahead and unleash your original creativity in fanfiction!"
Zhou Tiannao plopped back into the folding chair, muttering, "What color should someone over 18 use for their hair...?" His fingers were already flipping through the comic book toolbox on the table.
The three left the underground prison and entered the elevator.
Qin Jiandan leaned against the elevator wall, arms crossed over her chest.
"That's right! All cartoonists who miss deadlines should be locked up in jail drawing their work!"
(End of this chapter)