Chapter 1 When the Five Protoss Royal Magic Academy Intern Guards Quietly Checked Their Assigned Tasks on Their Wristbands in the Warden's Office, a Stiff Atmosphere Quietly Enveloped Them.

In a short time, they quickly glanced at the task content displayed on each other's wristbands.

As the shallowest level of this prison, Sub-Level One housed prisoners of varying strengths, generally serving sentences ranging from 1 to 10 years. While not typically housing the most heinous criminals, it still posed a potential life-threatening risk to the guards on duty.

On the way here, they had seen many simpler tasks, such as supervising inmates in daily labor activities, cleaning, or other physical labor, ensuring that the prisoners maintained order and that the work progressed smoothly.

Of course, there was also the more clerical task of organizing and classifying the files of serious offenders, which required organizing and updating information on a batch of serious offenders, including their personal histories, criminal records, and behavior assessment reports.

Even the most leisurely task, routine security patrols, only required completing regular patrols of specific areas. Once a security risk was discovered, a report would be made and dealt with accordingly, based on the situation.

The tasks assigned to the five of them were almost all about executing dangerous zone repairs, handling disputes between high-level prisoners, and even monitoring the isolation areas for special prisoners. These prisoners were isolated because they had extremely violent tendencies and unpredictable behavior patterns. The guards needed to closely monitor their every move during routine inspections, ensuring that the prisoners did not cause any form of disturbance or escape from their cells.

Logically speaking, this should have been a good thing for them, as they wanted more service points.

But the problem was that these obviously more difficult tasks did not offer as many service points as one might expect, averaging less than 50 points.

And the length of time required, the extremely high risk of failure, and the deduction penalties had to be taken into account.

According to the Helrom Prison guard salary scale, these tasks, even if all successfully completed, would only earn a salary slightly higher than the average guard's wage.

Clearly, this was a bunch of thankless tasks that no one wanted to do.

At this moment, Hyperion almost understood that the difference between good and bad tasks on this level was significant and directly affected the efficiency of earning service points.

At the current rate, even if the five of them worked themselves to the bone, they might not be able to complete the minimum service points required to go to Sub-Level Two, even after working all day.

"Aren't you going to work yet? What's the point of you staying here with me?"

Just as they were about to discuss the situation, the warden's voice came from behind the desk.

The sudden sound interrupted their thoughts.

Despite the warden's obvious intention to drive them away, the intern guards did not leave immediately.

"Warden, thank you very much for assigning us these tasks, but if possible, we would like to receive some more difficult tasks that can earn us more service points."

Hyperion stepped forward, her voice both respectful and sincere.

"..."

Warden Corentin only looked at Hyperion with a critical and suspicious gaze.

The expression on his face became even colder.

"You're just newbies, and you already want to be picky? Here, tasks are assigned based on experience and seniority. Do you think assigning tasks is a simple matter?"

His voice was slow but firm, and he righteously rejected Hyperion's request.

"Young people need time to understand and adapt to the complex operating system of the Protoss Empire. They should proceed in order, rather than being eager for quick success."

Warden Corentin stated the rules of this level, his tone implying that he was teaching these students how to conduct themselves.

Hyperion was silent for a moment.

"I am the eldest daughter of the Milford Earl's family. I wonder if you could do me a favor."

She lowered her voice slightly as she asked.

Although she didn't want to cause trouble for the Milford family, she would still use this relationship if it could help with the tasks.

After hearing this, Warden Corentin glanced at her slightly.

"I've already given you all the good tasks. What would the other old guards think?"

Corentin tapped the table with his finger, his voice low and steady, seemingly displeased by Hyperion's suggestion.

He had seen the detailed files of the intern guards who had come today. This Miss Milford was not as noble as she claimed to be, but rather a niece of the Earl.

The Earl would be more likely to get rid of this niece who might steal the inheritance than to owe someone a favor because of her.

"...That's not what I meant."

Hyperion looked at Warden Corentin's seemingly just appearance and understood his meaning very clearly.

He didn't care about this empty check from a remote northern noble family. He, the dignified warden of Helrom in the Imperial Capital, looked down on it.

"Taking concrete action to prove yourself is more useful than just talking big here."

Warden Corentin put down his water glass, sat up straight again, and focused on the work in front of him, as if he no longer intended to pay attention to them.

"..."

Hyperion did not leave, but stared at the documents on Warden Corentin's desk.

She finally understood what the rules of Sub-Level One were all about.

Although it was not possible to bring in belongings when entering Helrom Prison, the magic cards stored in the soul space were considered the intern guard's own strength and could be retained.

On this Sub-Level One, before obtaining other resources, the rare purple cards that one could unbind in a non-combat state might have good value. Perhaps if she gave the warden a small gift, lowered her attitude to the extreme, and tried to please him, he would give them some good tasks. Otherwise, he would use the most arduous work to educate the newbies.

At that time, even if the team reached 1000 service points, the warden might hinder them or give them the lowest rating if he was in a bad mood.

As long as they didn't completely offend the warden, the wardens of each level wouldn't hold back the students and prevent them from going down, otherwise, if the director found out that the warden was deliberately making things difficult for the Protoss Royal Magic Academy students, the warden would be punished.

Just as Hyperion was thinking about how to further negotiate with Warden Corentin, the three people behind her already had a feeling of wanting to take action, and their finger joints were cracking.

This was the first time that someone dared to make things difficult for them from the Rebirth Church.

Sensing the demonic killing intent behind her, Hyperion quickly turned around and glanced at the three of them.

She was terrified. She absolutely could not use the Rebirth Church's method of solving problems here, otherwise, the decision-makers who were watching from the Goddess of Destiny Church would vote against her!

(End of Chapter)