The Ultimate Host

Feng was tossed into a disgusting prison cell that smelled like sewage. The smell wanted to make him throw up. He slowly crawled into the bottom bunk, taking deep breaths. This wasn't the way he wanted to start in a new body. He was sharing the cell with a serial choker named remained Magic. Magic was 45 years old. The first person he choked to death was his school teacher who gave him an F on a test. Magic always had incredibly strong hands that could make a watermelon exploded with ease. After finding out his hands were strong, he wanted to use his talent and strength to the max and fullest. Over the years Magic choked at least 600 people, becoming one of the most hated and wanted serial killers in the world. Finally, after almost 35 years, he was finally caught and imprisoned in the world's most disgusting, terrifying prison, The Black Prison. He was sentenced to quadruple life in prison.

However, he wasn't the worst prisoner in The Black Prison. Currently, he was smoking a cigarette he stole from an Elven guard while he wasn't looking. Magic was staring at the ceiling with a serious expression on his face. Magic removed the cigarette from his mouth exhaling the smoke from his nostrils. " What are you in for?" asked Magic. Feng wasn't in prison to make friends or join any gangs. " Oh, the silent type ah?" Tch." " Your no fun. It's been a while since I had a cellmate, considering I choked my former cellmate. He was an elf."

" A farmer and former Elven guard that answered to one of the Queen's sons." However, my time spent in this disgusting cell has changed me." Before I was a cold-blooded serial choker." Now I am much settled down." Feng sucked his teeth. " Look I don't give a shit about your past life." Just f.u.c.k up and go to sleep." Magic began laughing. Kids today really need an ass-kicking." Both Magic and Feng were now fast asleep. Night had fallen over The Black Prison.

The Black Prison, The Bottom Floor.

The Bottom Floor of The Black Prison laid the world's most dangerous killers and criminals in the world. They were sent to The Black Prison for the rest of their lives to be forgotten. The Black Prison was underwater. The outer walls of The Bottom Floor were surrounded by extremely tough steel that could withstand almost anything. The Bottom Floor was also guarded by Ego The Shark, a 10,000-pound shark. The shark was fifty feet long, having the desire for human blood. Ego was white and black. The shark's eyes were blue and black. Ego had 5 rows of incredibly sharp teeth that could shred through meat and the hardest steels like butter. Ego The Shark was controlled and belonged to the warden of the black prison, who was also an Elf. Victor Zen was being held in The Bottom Floor, receiving the most delicate furniture and dishes. His giant cell looked like a hotel. His cell was like this because Victor invested over 3 million gold coins in The Black Prison to make it better. Victor was one of the richest Zen's to walk the face of the dimension. He was currently eating steak covered in a sauce filled with herbs and orange peel. As he shoved the meat in his mouth using a silver fork he smiled.

His face lit up in joy. This meat is tasty!!" yelled Victor. He picked up a glass filled with wine guzzling it down as if it was water. Victor burped loudly, tossing the empty wine glass to the side. He walked into the bathroom and examined his face. The left side of his face was covered in an eyepatch since his eye was gone thanks to Akashiri. He slowly removed the eyepatch from his face, tossing it into the bathtub. He had a nasty scar on his eyebrow. He snickered, placing the eyepatch around half his face. " I hope you're taking care of my sword kid." " The next time we meet I will not take it easy on you." " I will take my sword back and your heart out of your chest." Victor wasn't kidding. He punched the window to smithereens.

When he was about to pour himself a glass of wine, he heard a very loud knock on his cell door. The cell door opened and the vice warden walked in. The vice warden was in his mid 30's. He had a spiky mohawk and a bushy trimmed goatee. The vice warden had tattoos all over his head. His pointy elf ears had diamond earrings in them. He wore a black vest, black pants, black boots, a black belt, a white gold watch, and black gloves. His name was Garnett. Vice Warden Garnett." " What a surprise." " What the f.u.c.k do you want?" Garnett snickered. " Just remember who you're talking to. " You are the convict here not me." Just because you invested 3 million gold coins in this prison doesn't mean you're untouchable. " However I didn't come there for that." " You see every year a bloody tournament between the world's dangerous criminals is held in this disgusting prison." The winner of this tournament will be granted with 10 million gold coins and freedom with a pardon." Victor began shaking his head.

He opened his fridge, pulling out a block of cheddar cheese and butter crackers. The warden has added you to this tournament. " Why me?" Because the warden sees you as the strongest bastard in this godforsaken prison. " What if I don't accept?" asked Victor. Garnett smiled. " I don't think either of us doesn't need to worry about that. Garnett stood on his feet, taking the toothpick from his mouth. He had a habit of sticking toothpicks between his teeth. The vice warden ordered the prison guards to lock the door behind him. Victor breathed heavily and smiled. If he could be crowned the winner and the tournament he would immediately go after and take his sword.