It isn't everyday you get yourself stuck in a wrestling match between the Earth Government and you.

This prison isn't just any human prison, but a prison for the unlucky. If you were found with a single speck of magic or power, kiss your ass goodbye cause' this'll be your new home. Not even gods or goddesses are safe.

You sat onto the comfortable sofa with a Tachyon-level restrains, capable of holding till deity levels, and the Warden's table.

[WARDEN Kayden]: "I'm guessing you know why we're here, eh?" He tipped his shitty cowboy hat with a cigarette on his mouth.

"Well, I'll be introducing you to everything, i guess."

There was a battalion task force that protected him, and atleast 100,000 guards on the base. If you love to try, Be their guest.

"And, by the way, this is a blacksite so.. we don't really care. And yeah, welcome to Laderion-IV." He spat out the cigarette into a personalized bin.