A Prison of Endless Torment Within Me, Where Gods and Demons Are All Condemned

“Make a pact with a demon, and you have a nine-in-ten chance of dying. But for the sake of power, people rush to do it anyway.” Qin Che was a complete and utter failure, born with a stone womb and no capacity for spirit energy. To survive in his cold-blooded clan, he played the fool for three years, letting everyone bully him. Until one day, the clan elders decided to offer a blood sacrifice to curry favor with the Demon God. Qin Che wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and smiled helplessly. “I thought I’d keep pretending to be an idiot around you, but you just kept pushing your luck. Fine, I’m done pretending. Here’s the truth.” The next moment, the gates of the Silent Prison that had lain dormant within him burst open! Prisoner No. 001, a three-headed Abyssal Hound, turned its arms into lava and tore an Apostle-level powerhouse apart! Prisoner No. 002, a purebred Frostbone Demon, froze thousands of miles and crushed the arrogant clans! When gods and demons descended upon the mortal world, ready to feast on flesh and blood, they were horrified to find that the boy they had regarded as an ant was opening a bloodstained “Jailer’s Handbook” and looking at them as if they were an all-you-can-eat buffet. Qin Che: “Demons, you’re all wanted for illegal entry. Now get inside and start working those sewing machines!”