Life After Prison Novel by Silencieux

The North Pole Prison was located in—as its name suggests—the North Pole, specifically the northernmost part of the North Pole. It was situated more than 500 meters beneath the earth’s surface, and it was there that the world’s most vicious and well-known criminals were imprisoned!

It was a prison that no one in history succeeded in escaping from!

At that moment, an elevator had risen to the earth’s surface from beneath. The elevator door opened slowly, and a man with a scruffy-looking face stepped out from inside.

“Congratulations on being released from prison.” A burly man said in a coarse voice. He was in charge of guarding the place.

A bodacious middle-aged woman looked solemnly at the prisoner who had just stepped out of the elevator and said, “You’ll be a free man after stepping out of that gate over there!”

Severin Feuillet, fresh out of prison, glanced at the door in front of him with mixed emotions. “I could’ve left this place whenever I wanted.”

The middle-aged woman’s red lips parted slightly, but she did not say a single word. After all, she could not refute what he had said. The multitude of evil people imprisoned beneath them included well-known secret agents, warlords, and even the leaders of several huge underworld organizations, yet all had been subdued by Severin. All those individuals were nothing to him.

There was war in the country of Dracodom three years ago, and it was an uphill task for the kingdom to resist the foreign powers that invaded it. Eventually, the kingdom’s officials decided to send four young people to receive tutelage from Severin.

He taught them for only half a year and sent them back as full-fledged warriors who turned the tide of the war almost instantly. Their achievements then earned them recognition as Dracodom’s renowned war heroes!

When Severin reached the gate, he stopped, turned around, and glanced intently at the tall castle-like building behind him. He then knelt down and kowtowed three times. “Old Wacko! I’ll be leaving this place now! Thank you for taking care of me the past five years!”

Emotions began welling up inside of Severin. When he was first sent to that prison, he witnessed how a gray-haired old man was bullied and withheld from having any food. Severin then willingly decided to share half of his food to the man.

Everyone in prison called the old man a wacko because he was constantly mumbling about achieving immortality. Many ignored him, and some even abused him verbally, yet the Old Wacko seemed rather nonchalant about the whole thing. Severin was the only one who chatted with him every day, prompting the others to call Severin ‘Little Wacko’.

Severin discovered that the Old Wacko was actually an erudite savant, and the latter

left the prison was also the day the Old Wacko left, but their destinations were completely different. The thick steel gate closed behind Severin as he walked

“Greetings, Master!”

of all Dracodom’s upper-cla*s individuals would almost certainly drop to ground if they were to see

when he saw them. “Why are you folks

them stood up, and the old man cupped his hands respectfully before answering,

you’re all doing well?” Severin asked

Heroes of Dracodom. It’s not just power and glory that we’ve acquired…we have our own territories too!” The middle-aged woman explained to him the achievements

expression, “Glad you didn’t

of them were secretly delighted, for it was not easy

so use it as and when you like. I’ll top up the account

you like a position? I can give you a territory so you can rule on

man said, “My granddaughter is a beautiful woman,

lacks a ruler, Master. Why don’t

want is for none of you to pester me. I’d like to spend my days in peace with my parents and Lucy, thank you very much. I’ve been meaning to

even if you don’t want anything

received wealth and power, courtesy of Severin. It was only

you guys a visit once I have the time!” Severin smiled faintly and

give you a phone! Thank goodness I brought one with me!” The middle-aged man immediately took out a new cell phone and handed it to Severin. “Our

have a smoke?” The middle-aged man immediately took out a pack of cigarettes and handed them respectfully

the utmost appreciation, “Thank you all. Don’t you worry about me though. I am your master, after all, so I’m more than capable of surviving on my own!

you just

of them exchanged shocked looks at each

city of Brookbourn

the sun was about to set, Severin