I Am Unstoppable

Gabriel calling Jonathan a thief really stung the latter. Jonathan had always been righteous and truthful, yet he was branded with that crime. Most importantly, he couldn't argue against that accusation.

After that, the two law enforcers stepped forward and took him into custody.

Just like that, Jonathan allowed them to take him to prison.

The Inquisition's prison was built underground.

Being locked up in Divine Realm's prison was pretty much the same as being sealed off. However, being sealed off was a much crueler punishment because the prisoner would get stuffed inside a small black house where light could be seen. In contrast, the prison was a little more spacious, though the prisoner would still be kept in total darkness.

Jonathan traveled down a long underground staircase as he was taken to the prison by the law enforcers. The water pipes on both sides of the stairs were rusty, and the air was filled with an indescribably musty odor.

After they entered the prison, the door was shut tight. The staircase behind the door was like a road connected straight to hell.

There were blinding lights inside the stairwell, like the ones used when criminals were interrogated.

A cold, bone-piercing sensation filled the air.

There were in total of two hundred steps on the staircase. After they descended the stairs, they arrived at the prison roughly two thousand square meters large.

Each prison cell was independent.

The corridor in the center was connected to paths leading in all directions. The floor was dark and damp.

When Jonathan reached there, he heard countless rats crawling through the place. This environment here is terrible! While Divine Realm resembles heaven, this prison looks like hell.

He eventually arrived in front of a cell. When the law enforcers opened the door, a pungent smell greeted his nose.

Staring inside, Jonathan saw the cell was about ten square meters. There was only a bed and a toilet bowl inside.

Before he stepped into the cell, the two law enforcers searched his body.

His three Ninth Immortality Pills, his phone, and other things were taken away from him at the end of their inspection.

Once that was over, one of the law enforcers injected Jonathan with something.

Then the metal door was closed, isolating him from the rest of the world.

Jonathan could hear the footsteps of the law enforcers getting further and further away.

An unspeakable sorrow and despair filled his heart. He didn't expect a disaster like that was waiting for him.

Not only that, he couldn't escape it.

Soon, he felt his body going limp and his energy leaving.

He was shocked because he thought he was immune to all sorts of poison by that point. The drug was potent enough to drain him of his strength, which drove him into greater depths of despair.

Turning back, Jonathan saw the metal bed. It was covered in rust and stains, and only a wooden board was placed in the center.

He didn't mind it as he lay directly on it.

That was because he could feel his strength evaporating too quickly. What a powerful drug!

Since standing up was making him too tired, he wanted to lie down and make himself more comfortable.

Upon lying down, he closed his eyes.

There wasn't any source of light in the prison.

After the metal door was shut tight, he had no idea if it was daytime or nighttime because there was no way the light from the outside could worm into the prison.

Thoughts began to spiral through Jonathan's mind. What's going to happen to me? Will I be sentenced to death or life imprisonment? If I'm getting the second one, I may as well just die although I don't think I'm getting lifelong imprisonment. As long as I'm still alive, I'll remain a nuisance to Gideon and Oswald. There was no doubt Oswald was working with Gideon because he was getting something out of this arrangement. Maybe he was promised the three Ninth Immortality Pills that belong to me. It makes sense that even Oswald wants something as precious as Ninth Immortality Pills.

He took in a deep breath and sighed heavily.

At that moment, he was disheartened. I guess a person's luck runs out, eventually. Am I really that useless? So much so that I need to rely on my luck every time to get out of a pinch? If I had killed Lucian in the arena back then, Lucio wouldn't have possessed that much resentment, and everything that happened afterward wouldn't have occurred. As for the grudge between Leonardo and me... Well, that's unavoidable. However, it has almost been resolved. The only one left is Jeremy, but there's no reason for me to be fearful of him. I've gotten myself into this situation because I showed Gabriel mercy. I should've ignored the oath and killed him when I had the chance. That way, Gideon wouldn't have known I had a raw stone, and this whole disaster could've been averted. If I walk out of this mess unscathed miraculously, I must be extremely careful when I do anything in the future. I must nip any potential danger in the bud.

When Jonathan's train of thought ended there, he suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly. Can I even escape this predicament? A few big shots in Divine Realm want me dead. There's no way anyone could save me. No one, except for Divine Emperor, if he decides to show me mercy. But will he? It's so sad that I'm putting my hopes of surviving in the hands of someone I have no connection with.

He became even more disheartened when he thought about that. I never imagined all the hard work I put into entering the Divine Realm and getting the Sinai Bible would one day land me inside the abyss.

Each second that passed felt like torture to him, and he hated that feeling.

With no other choice, Jonathan sat up.

At the moment, he only had enough energy to sit up and walk around.

He felt as though the place was making it difficult for him to breathe.

The most painful thing about the whole ordeal to him was that he couldn't see any hope of getting out. Divine Realm is an international holy land for martial arts, yet even if I achieve Celestial Soul in the prison here and become a Divine Master, I still can't escape my death!

People felt despair not because of misery but realized there was no hope of escaping it.

Just like that, Jonathan spent a day and a night in agony.

Not once did he shut his eyes during that period. He just stared blankly at the walls and ceiling.

The day Jonathan went to prison, Lailah received a call from Yuna. With a crying voice, Yuna spoke on the phone. “Bad news, Lailah! Jonathan was sent to prison by our master!”

A panicked expression appeared on Lailah's face as she asked, “What's going on?”

Yuna's sobbed as she said, “Master Gideon said Jonathan stole his raw stone.”

Rage instantly exploded in Lailah's mind when she heard that. “That's nonsense! Jonathan and I found the raw stone! It's something kept inside the Holy Chest! There's no way it's stolen from Master Gideon!”

“What do we do? Three days from now, The Inquisition will hold a public trial for Jonathan. If that happens, he'll be dead for sure!”

“Okay, thanks for telling me,” Lailah said before hanging up the phone.

Once again, she experienced Gideon's utter shamelessness.

Time passed quickly.

The news about Jonathan being held in Black Prison wasn't made public.

Mabel didn't contact Jonathan because she thought if she took the initiative to do so, it would make her seem like she was desperate to obtain the Ninth Immortality Pill, even though she really was anxious to get it.

As for Simon and the others, they also didn't contact Jonathan because there was no point in doing that.

They simply weren't powerful enough to battle against Divine Realm.

Even Mabel couldn't do anything about it.

Divine Realm was located in Lostaria and not in the country probably because the people in charge of Divine Realm thought that the country might keep its power in check.

In Lostaria, however, Divine Realm could do whatever it wanted.

Even if Amber learned of the news, there was nothing she could do as well.

No one in the world could interfere with Divine Realm's internal matters.

Three days after Jonathan was thrown into a cell of total darkness, he finally heard a set of footsteps approaching his cell at noon.

In the past three days, all he had was a bun and a cup of water.

He ate and shat in his cell.

Even the toughest men would be defeated by the despair he experienced in the last three days.

Despite the fact that only three days had passed, Jonathan's stay in the cell completely destroyed his mental state. His eyes were unfocused, and his face was unshaven.

When the door opened, a blinding light landed on his eyes, causing him to shut them tight reflexively.