Episode 362 Voluntary Tax Payment (4)
‘New Wave? Don’t talk. It’s a living hell. It’s a place I never want to go back to.’
‘It was luck that I was able to come out of there alive.’
‘……I never imagined that that monstrous old man would free us himself.’
Vikir recalled the memories before returning.
During the war against the demons, Bikir had quite a few comrades from prison escapees.
The War of Extinction that made the entire human race one.
Once classified as a human, criminal records did not matter.
Everyone was on the same side, everyone was a comrade-in-arms.
While living life and death with the escaped prisoners of New Wave, Bikir saw and heard many things.
I was able to indirectly experience the culture of that terrible prison in many ways.
Just as there is no end to the story of a man who has served in the military, the escaped prisoners of Nouvelle Vague scrambled to solve detailed, lengthy, and long stories whenever a story about life in prison came out. .
‘……So I know it well. What kind of place is New Wave?’
Bikir went into the coffin.
When the lid was closed, the nails in the coffin pierced Bikir’s body mercilessly.
However, the physical resistance stats accumulated in Naraksu and the aura inside the body were fused into the body that was hardened by the blessing of the River Styx.
Wood Deuk!
The nails in the coffin could not pierce Bikir’s skin and bent.
In such a situation, Vikir spoke through the eyes and mouth holes of the Iron Maiden at the top of the coffin.
“Push.”
firm voice. Not a single bit of agitation.
Eventually, the coffin containing Bikir tipped toward the sea.
All the openings of the coffin were sealed with special wax, and a heavy weight was hung from the bottom.
Now the tube will sink in the middle of the vortex at high speed.
Heading towards the bottom of the deep, deep trench below.
“…”
Isabella brought her longsword to the bow chain attached to the coffin.
Her mission is to exterminate all the people on this ship to get Vikir to escape.
But what? The fact that the target to escape so stubbornly wanted to go to New Wave.
Even Bikir seemed to be aiming for something else.
I don’t know what it is, but it must be something that exists in a far higher world that even the seven-count countess cannot dare to guess.
Meanwhile, apart from the situation, Isabella was quite surprised inside.
Having sent so many prisoners to New Wave, I never thought I’d see them again.
……But now it’s different.
It seemed that the day would surely come when we would meet Bikir again.
‘It’s a strange thing. A person going to New Vague would have this thought.’
Isabella let out a light sigh.
And soon, her black sword erupted with anticipation.
Pit-
As a drop of liquid aura dripped down like honey, the chains connected to the coffin and the bow of the ship were cut cleanly.
…with a plop!
The coffin sank heavily beneath the water.
Only the white foam that floated on the black water surface was the final proof that Vikir existed in this world.
Even that was immediately swept away by the raging torrent.
Eventually, the ship began to rewind the anchor line and gradually escape from Malstrom’s sphere of influence.
After midnight, the whirlpool had subsided and the current had rapidly softened.
Whiiyiying –
The sound of the sails fluttering in the blowing sea breeze is loud.
Each of the four surviving escort officers kept a heavy silence.
Soon after, the love bad of the bourgeois family was the first to speak.
“……What should I say to my younger brother. To the kid who is already sick from love sickness.”
“I agree with you. Our sogaju will also make a fuss.”
“How grievous the saintess must be…”
“I’ll go back and be very broken by the family head.”
Mozgoose of the House of Quo Vadis, the banshee of the House of Morgue, and Isabella of the House of the Baskervilles also touched her forehead with her hand.
In the end, Banshee was the first to face reality.
“For now, let’s return as quickly as possible. And we have to hand over the demons locked up in the fish hold to the trial. We also reveal the mutiny on board.”
“We must also request a retrial from Bikir-kun.”
Isabella also nodded at Mozgus’s words.
“It’s not all about requesting a retrial. I need to investigate Don Quixote, La Mancha, Pasamonte, Usher for Madeline Hobbs de Leviathan, who the demons testified about.”
“All of them are eminent magnates. If something goes wrong, there will be a huge political battle between the 7 families…”
It was as Love Bad worried.
Even when Bikir went to Newvag,
he didn’t just go, he planted a huge seed of blue.
It was so ominous and dangerous that it could shake the very roots of the empire.
* * *
Meanwhile.
Bikir was encased in a coffin, sinking into the center of a vertical whirlpool.
Innocent and retrial are nothing to worry about in the first place.
The important thing now was to safely go down to New Wave.
Rurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry,
the sound of foaming water gradually darkened our vision.
It felt like water was leaking as the narrow toe space became slightly damp.
The coffin was caught up in the waves of the whirlpool, and it rocked violently, but soon calmed down.
Because of its heavy weight, it sank quickly.
After a while, a strange sound came from the coffin lid.
Wooddeuk –
The pipe is sinking rapidly and the water pressure around it is getting higher and higher.
The coffin made of Orhalcon alloy began to distort.
It will eventually be crumpled to fit perfectly into Bikir’s full body size.
Most prisoners cannot endure this process and commit suicide or go crazy due to the feeling of waste.
“…”
But Bikir was enduring this time with his mouth shut quietly.
Wood-deuk-woodeuk-kudeudeuk!
The Iron Maiden hugs Vikir tightly.
Despite the pressure pressing down on the whole body, the problem was the lack of oxygen.
at that time.
Sssssss…
Oxygen is flowing from somewhere.
It bubbled out through a faint crack at the tip of the foot.
‘Is this the power of handcuffs?’
Bikir looked down at the BDSM restraints that were wrapped around her wrists, ankles and other parts of her body.
This mysterious substance gave off oxygen, albeit faintly, and was helping Bikir breathe.
‘Absorbing mana, forcing physical force, and exhaling oxygen? It’s a strange substance.’
Bikir recalled that among the stories he had heard from his comrades who had escaped from prison before returning, the BDSM handcuffs restrained body movement, but they were also essential survival tools in the deep sea.
Wood deok! Deud deude deuk!
The degree of distortion of the tube was getting worse and worse.
Deep, deep, deep sea Now there is not even the slightest light, so the world is full of darkness.
The void of infinity.
An empty but full space.
Being put in a coffin and thrown into the deep sea was no different from being buried alive very deep in the ground.
The path of death led by the Iron Maiden.
The journey of living through over 3,000 life sentences is extremely difficult and exhausting.
But Bikir endured all of this.
Even if a huge metal coffin turns into clothes that cling to the body, even if it sinks endlessly in the darkness of the open sea without a single light, even if it sinks down endlessly, the nameless giant monsters of the deep sea roam the surroundings insidiously.
The only helpful being was Dekarabia, which was embedded in his chest.
[human. Is it okay?]
“It’s worth enduring.”
[An impossibly large creature just passed in front of us. He had a lot of legs.]
“Will it be as good as King Muyeong of the Black Sea?”
[That’s right. Hehehe… You still have plenty of time?]
“You shouldn’t talk about dying like this. How many difficult things will happen in the future.”
After hearing Bikir’s words, Dekarabia became proud as if he was patronizing them.
[Okay human. If so, let me show you one of my many superpowers. It is probably the most necessary ability at this point.]
After speaking, Dekaravia emitted a strange light from her only one eye.
“……!”
Bikir should have been a little surprised.
It was because Dekaravia let out her eyes, and the view outside the coffin began to appear in her head.
“Sharing sight. It’s worth using.”
[Is it worth it?
Hmm- Maybe it’s because it’s the sea,
but it’s a bit salty for the praise you get for finding the light?]
Dekarabia grumbled as if he was dissatisfied, but Bikir ignored it without replying.
Before long, Bikir’s vision began to see the landscape below, where the coffin was sinking.
It’s like a forest.
jungle. huge forest. Seaweeds, each stem as huge as the pillars of a temple in mythology
, were growing wild
over an
incredibly wide range.
colonies of seaweed.
The seaweeds
swaying upward
look like
giants from an ancient civilization that have been forgotten
, standing upright and standing guard .
The coffin containing Bikir
was sinking
to the top of the cliff at the highest point
in the middle of this seaweed forest .
Rurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,
above the black forest, a cliff rises like an awl, and at the end of it stands a building that emits a dim light like a lantern.
An old, gloomy old castle built in the style of a very long time ago, made by densely stacking large bricks on top of an extinct volcanic mountain in the deep sea.
Nouvellevague!
The world’s worst prison
was welcoming Bikir.
