บท 287: Priority

As I soared above the prison walls, I couldn't help but notice the architectural wonder below.

It was an architectural wonder, but only in the sense that it achieved unparalleled levels of ugliness.

The building's design was so basic; it looked like someone forgot to unlock the "creative mode" in their Sims game.

It was as if they ran out of virtual money, resorting to building bare minimum walls, no paint, no frills—just the essentials in the most uninspired way possible.

Even the so-called barracks and offices were rocking the aesthetic charm of a cardboard box.

I touched down in the prison courtyard and noticed a couple of guards on duty. I casually hovered right beside them, and found it funny how oblivious these people were .

They were yapping away about kissing up to their generals and the supreme commander, as if that's the only way to live.