Johnson was afraid of men who wore diapers before coming to his cabin. And I don't blame them, even a soft substance sometimes works like a shield.

After that, my eyes stayed on Johnson like how kids stay with their funny uncle until they grow up and understand why the uncle was the only one smiling while he was doing funny things. and it was kind of my fault too, what kind of fear I was expecting from him anyway. Of course he was afraid of something like that.

"... Anything else you were afraid of? Anything relatable to normal or common people?"

"No. Nothing else. Nothing I could think of right now at least. Though, I once ran after seeing Lord Malthus naked as he wasn't as I expected him to be."

I shook my head.

Everything was over.

The only escape I did was to escape from an already open cell and getting captured right after that.

It was like a man getting laid with a stunner escort only to find out that it was his wife. He paid for the services for nothing.

Fine. Come and kill me, Johnson. Use your oil on me. If you still have some of them left after the diddy party, that is.

It was good while it lasted.

I am sorry, grandma.

I am ready to di—

"It's fire."

Hmm?

I know this voice.

And I heard it after a while too.

Johnson also had his brows raised as if he was surprised to see the fearlessness of a disabled man who made fun of his walking style, not knowing Johnson could destroy him with just one comment, and I turned to look at the source of the voice.

'What is it, Jack?'

"It's fire, pal. His fear and his weakness."

My eyes widened.

'You mean…'

"Yeah. I did it."

My heart skipped a beat. I forgot to talk through my mind as well.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I have been silently paying attention and as soon as I did it, I told you. When you asked about his fear, he thought of fire. He is afraid and weak against fire."

Great. This is helpful. The only problem was, I wasn't the only one who heard Jack.

"You bastard! How do you know all this!?" Johnson barked, now finally losing his sense of calmness he had all this time.

So it must be true.

Jack is right.

He did it. He managed to use his mind reading skill by staring at Johnson for five minutes straight. I had completely forgotten about it. I was sure my death was near, but Jack came just in time like experienced pornstars.

Now I just needed to use fire.

Just some fire and I would be able to get away.

Think, Racis. Think.

"Answer me!" Jack roared. "How can you read my mind? Who are you people? Wait.. are you the same ghost my guards talked about? Who removes his pants whenever he sees a chance? Who has lived here for more than a hundred years? Who got no bitches so he decided to become a bitch himself so that he could help more men like him? Are you that one? If yes, then why didn't you see any chance to do that? What mistake did I make for you to not drop your pants? Answer me!"

"... Pal, are you angry because I read your mind or because I didn't strip in front of you? Clear that out first. And you can stop fantasizing about my accomplice here. He would die before letting you lay your hands on him."

"What? He wants to lay his hands on me?" I covered my bare chest.

"Yes. He found your voice hot and in return for not killing you, he was going to propose an offer. You can guess what that offer might be."

"Stop revealing my plans!" Johnson screamed.

He was getting angry by every passing second like a woman arguing with a calm and intelligent man and I decided to ask some important questions before things could escalate.

Jack had used his Skill and I would make the most of it. Therefore…

"How can we escape this prison? Where is the exit?" I asked.

"Like hell I will tell you that!" Johnson obviously refused but—

"It's on the first floor or level. Through the cabin of the jailor. Slide the cupboard inside the cabin to the left and you will see a door behind it. Pass it and you are out."

"Alright. Thanks, Jack. Now, tell me," I looked at Johnson. "What is the best time to enter the Jailor's cabin? When should we enter inside his cabin so that he doesn't get to know? How to escape without him knowing?"

"Heh. There's no way to do that. No matter when you enter his cabin, whether he is inside or not, whether it's day or night, he would always get to know that someone entered and the Jailor would make sure that the intruders die."

"Is that right, Jack?"

"Yes. He is telling the truth this time. The jailor would get to know whenever someone enters inside his cabin and his wife."

"... Fine. Now tell me how to leave this floor."

"I won't tell you shit. And I will not think about anything. I will empty my mind!" Jack refused again. But I had a cheat now.

"What do you hear, Jack?"

"He is saying, 'empty mind, empty mind, empty mind, empty mind, think about Harry, think about Harry's thick, long juic—no, don't think about it. You will get hard. And wait… Stop! Don't think about the exit of this level! Don't think about your cabin, the cupboard, don't think about it! Johnson! Stop thinking!'"

"Were you relaying his thoughts right now?"

"Yes. And I think you must have found out the answer."

I smiled. "Yes. Not only the exit of this level…"

I jerked my hands, did a few jumps on my spot and finally, got ready to start the great escape. Because not only the exit of level 10…

"I figured out the exit of all the ten."

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