Am I A God?

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

Zhao Yao's scream rang in the cell when he witnessed the atrocity. Immediately, he notified the warden of this peculiar news.

Quickly, a few wardens entered and carried off the blood-soaked Nessie.

One of the wardens let out a depressing sigh before commenting, "Why won't this guy agree to a surgery? If this continues, he will die soon or later."

Zhao Yao could not resist the urge to pry some information from the warden as he sprang on this opportunity to ask, "Was his temper always like this? Or did he turn more bad-tempered recently?"

The warden simply shot Zhao Yao a disdainful glare before turning his body towards the exit. He was completely uninterested in Zhao Yao's question.

A pulse slammed in Zhao Yao's neck and he immediately activated Sixth Sense, "Trust me, you want to talk to me. You crave for an opportunity to chat with me!"

Instead, the warden threw his hand over his mouth to suppress a yawn and commented, "Ahh, I'm so tired. This job is getting really dull. Maybe, I should just apply for a one week leave."

"What the f*ck?" Anger rolled through Zhao Yao as he thought, "This man must be an extremely lazy individual! Recently, I've dedicated all my time to the different missions in hopes of upgrading Elizabeth! Such thoughts will never exist in my head!"

Seeing the warden disappear into the alley, Zhao Yao had no choice but to trigger Sixth Sense once more. This time around, he frantically poured his own thoughts into the warden's head.

Finally, it happened. The warden stopped before turning his head around to face Zhao Yao.

The warden simply spat on the ground in front of Zhao Yao before mumbling, "You deserve to spend the rest of your life behind bars for being so handsome!"

Before Zhao Yao could refute, the warden had already disappeared behind the bend. It was as if a spear had impaled through Zhao Yao's heart as he stomped his foot against the iron bars, "What kind of lousy power is this? I guess this makes Elizabeth's upgrade imperative."

Failing to extract any useful information out from the warden, Zhao Yao could only place his hopes on his three incompetent cellmates: Xiao Ming, Black Panther, and William.

For some reason, their chests tightened with fear the moment they made eye contact with this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man. Even goosebumps popped up all over their bodies.

Initially, they attributed this to Zhao Yao's manhandling of Nessie.

However, Zhao Yao's stern gaze was immediately replaced with an amiable smile as he asked, "Do you guys happen to know him? Was he always so bad-tempered?"

The three of them shot each other a glance before shaking their head in unison.

Something was amiss. There was definitely a reason behind Nessie's change in behavior and the blatantly violent behavior exhibited on the playground. Zhao Yao continued to ask, "Has there been any unexpected changes which you've observed in the prison? Maybe some random prison mates have turned unusually violent or is there an uptick in the number of fights?"

Black Panther and Xiao Ming immediately shook their heads as they explained, "We have no idea. We're also newcomers."

However, Zhao Yao's words struck a chord with William as his forehead furrowed slightly. Now that Zhao Yao has mentioned it, there was indeed something that's been bothering William. His eyes darted towards Zhao Yao as he asked, "Do you think something bad has happened to this prison?"

William's response caught Zhao Yao by surprise but he still answered, "Yes, Cat King of the West build this prison with hopes or rehabilitating the inhabitants, help them turn over a new leaf. However, I've only observed violence, violence and more violence since setting foot in this place."

All of them looked blankly forward as though they were considering Zhao Yao's words.

William nodded his head and added, "When I was first here, the atmosphere was significantly more hospitable than what it is now. Nowadays, I do notice that people have turned increasingly violent."

William's observation corroborated Zhao Yao's hypothesis. In the past, Cat King of the West's teaching had steadily steered the inmates towards a better life. However, the recent trend had caused a complete switch in the direction they were headed towards.

However, there was not much important information that William could provide Zhao Yao with.

Hence, after this brief exchange, the four of them returned to their beds for a rest. One hour later, it was admin time for the human prisoners.

Following behind a gang of prisoners towards the playground, Zhao Yao observed the inmates separating into their individual groups. Some were chatting, while others were lazing. Some were even lifting weights.

After a brief observation, Zhao Yao approached a fellow inmate and started a casual conversation, "What a busy day at the playground, don't you agree?"

The inmate shot Zhao Yao a glare before he walked off in the opposite direction.

However, Zhao Yao caught up to him and continued, "Do you get the feeling that there's something weird about the prison?"

"I think you are the one that's weird." The prisoner replied with a roll of his eyes before leaving.

Zhao Yao threw his palm over his face and muttered, "I guess I was never the best at collecting intel from these banters. That leaves me with one option: my superpower."

With the decision made, Zhao Yao approached his next target. By concentrating his attention on a single thought, he once again activated the Sixth Sense. He was screaming in his head, "Trust me! Trust me! Trust me! Talk to me! Engage me! Reply me!"

The target froze for a split second before noticing Zhao Yao's approach. He finally came to his senses when Zhao Yao probed the situation within the prison. With a wide grin, he replied, "Yes, that's true. The situation in the prison has turned really bad recently."

A glimmer of shock flashed through Zhao Yao's eyes as he thought, "Did I succeed? Did the Sixth Sense succeed? Has he temporarily regarded me as someone trustworthy?"

Riding on the wave of the initial success, Zhao Yao continued to probe, "Do you remember when this change occurred? Did anything special happen when this change first occurred?"

The target started to chuckle before grabbing Zhao Yao's palm in his hands, "Don't get all impatient. We can go over there and have a good long talk."

Instantly, goosebumps erupted all over Zhao Yao's body. He knew there was something fishy behind that expression of his.

Naturally, Zhao Yao was clueless that his Sixth Sense activation had actually failed. The thought which he had successfully implanted into his head was not that he was trustworthy. Instead, it was the thought that he was extremely handsome.

Instinctively, Zhao Yao quickly withdrew his hands from the tight grip. However, the target's next action was a clear sign that something was wrong.

With a wave of his arm, the target threw a soap in Zhao Yao's direction before asking politely, "Could you kindly help me retrieve my soap?" With his eyes on Zhao Yao's butt, he started to lick his lips seductively.

"What the f*ck, could you at least pretend to be a little more discreet? Are you afraid that other's don't know that you're a gay?"

Bam! Zhao Yao immediately slammed his palm against the target's head, knocking him unconscious. However, the surrounding people watched on as if it were a show. None of them seemed interested in intervening.

Zhao Yao could only sigh with regret, "I guess this is the drawback for looking so good. I always knew that I'm handsome. Hence, I might accidentally implant this thought in others when trying to perform Sixth Sense."

"D*mn it! My good looks have hindered my abilities but what can I do about it? God, why did you have to make me so handsome?"

With one inmate unconscious, Zhao Yao had no choice but to move on to the next.

However, his actions have been noticed by a few wardens.

"This new guy here seems to be poking his nose around. Should we inform Mike about it?"

A middle-aged man, with a neck as thick as a tree trunk, shook his head, "That American cannot be trusted. Furthermore, what can a powerless apostle do?"

The man continued to observe Zhao Yao running around the playground and sniggered, "If he really tries anything funny, we'll simply sell him. A young apostle like him is worth quite a lot of money."