Episode 366 Underground Expansion Construction (1)
It’s 4:00 AM the next day.
As soon as Bikir woke up, he was taken to the workshop.
No matter how strong and ferocious the prisoner is, there is no business with the BDSM chain attached to his neck being forcibly pulled by a giant pulley while he sleeps.
Thousands of prisoners were dragged out and lined up in the corridors, looking like rotting zombies.
Then, at dawn, guards on duty come out and count the number of prisoners from a distance, out of reach of the prisoners.
That’s the morning roll call.
Prisoners were generally docile.
Even though he was suffering from chronic sleep deprivation and malnutrition, he could not be irritable or sensitive to those around him.
Then, there was a risk of being killed by a fellow prisoner, but it was also because, above all, there was no energy to be angry in the first place.
Standing in front of the huge iron gate into the workshop, Bikir waited for a while to receive the tools.
While waiting, I could see the prisoners on the lower level next door waiting in line to receive their tools.
“Hey, give me more nails. I can’t work with this today.”
“Jailer. The pickaxe is too blunt, so it’s not easy to dig mines.”
“The handle of the hammer is loose. Do you have anything else?”
Prisoners were fighting to get even a little bit of good equipment.
This is because the assigned workload was always set, and terrible corporal punishment awaited them if they failed to achieve it.
Guards were also relatively cooperative with the demands of the prisoners, as they would receive disadvantages in terms of wages or leave if they failed to complete the work on time in the area that the prisoners in their team were assigned to.
Some guards even fought with other guards to give good tools to their prisoners.
Bikir estimated the number of guards in the New Wave, taking into account the number of guards on the move and their chain of command.
‘The number of guards capable of combat is at least 4,000 if you add up to 3,000 non-combatants.’
Due to the information before the return, it is also known that the number of ‘guardians’ who lead these guards is 5.
There were more people than I thought, so I thought I needed to be careful about my actions.
at that time.
A sack of work tools was placed in front of Bikir.
Second Lieutenant Gareum, the jailer with a familiar face, was distributing equipment to Bikir.
‘Weirdly we meet often.’
Bikir took the tool from him without thinking.
Second lieutenant Gareum also gave instructions in a businesslike tone.
“Working tools are strictly managed to prevent prisoners from doing nonsense. Work tools must be returned at the end of the working hours, and if lost, you will be confined to solitary confinement until the tools are found. There must be a statement from the jailer, otherwise, of course, you will be in solitary confinement until the tool is found.”
If you lose your tools, it means you will die soon.
Therefore, the prisoners protect the tools they received at the beginning of the work as if they were their own lives.
It is unimaginable to secretly hide and take it for a prison break or a fight.
Also, of course, before going to work, prisoners had to write and sign the status of equipment that they had been issued with.
After meticulously writing down every single strand of rope and being inspected by a guard, the prisoner can go out to the workshop.
“Now, don’t waste your time and move quickly!”
“If you go over the construction deadline like this, you’ll be in solitary confinement again!”
“Write down the status board quickly and get out of here, you slug bastard!”
Prisoners were frantic to get out quickly to the workshop.
It is not because I like the work, but because I am afraid of severe corporal punishment if the construction is delayed.
Bikir was also quietly taking care of the work tools.
“It’s modest.”
All he had in his hand was a hammer, a bundle of iron chains, and a handful of nails.
The prisoners of Level 9 are not given any special tools.
After all, the working environment they work in is so harsh that wood burns down and metal quickly turns into molten iron and melts away.
So they have to break rocks and scoop up dirt with their bare fists.
I had to endure the heat with bare skin, and no matter how high or deep, I had to climb barefoot.
Sharp and pointy things, hard or tough things, rough and heavy things, I had to bear with my bare body.
Of course, Bikir was also prepared to some degree from the time he was imprisoned in Level 9.
at that time.
“Huh? What’s this little boy?
A sarcastic laugh came from the back of the next row.
When I turned my head, I saw a huge man with ugly features and unpleasant spots.
Creepy de Leviathan.
The prisoner who was judged to be ‘level 8’ at yesterday’s entrance ceremony was openly arguing with Bikir.
Every time he bursts out laughing, a disgusting smell spreads.
Prisoners around were afraid to go near them because they were afraid of spreading the disease.
“Did you hear? That madman couldn’t be disinfected even with the sulfur shower at the entrance ceremony.”
“They say that if you get close to it, the plague will spread unconditionally. Even the guards seem to be at a loss.”
“Damn, I avoid shit because I’m afraid. I avoid it because it’s dirty.”
“……I thought that shit was scary?”
Hearing the gossips around him, Shikeot became even more energetic and began to laugh.
A poisonous aura and a stench were coming out from between the teeth that had fallen out due to the terrible poison.
“Kid, what did you do to come in here? Seeing how slick it looks, it must have been that you touched the wrong girl of a noble house? There are people who are imprisoned like that sometimes. He said there was. Was his name Casanova? What was it? Well, I don’t know anymore. I ate it yesterday. Heck, he chewed it up and ate it alive. Kkereuk-kkeuk-
” .
The other prisoners are hesitant, wondering if they will transmit the plague.
The guards stood far away, wearing masks and protective clothing, frowning on their arrogance.
but.
“…”
As much as Vikir stood there and did not move.
I was just handwriting the list of work tools that had been handed out on the status board.
Then, as if the medicine had risen, he bit the prisoners around him and came to Bikir’s side.
“Hey kid. Can’t you hear me?”
“…”
“Oh hora- I saw it yesterday at the entrance ceremony, and it looked like it was quite a bit. Is it a level 9?”
“…”
“Hey. Just because I’m imprisoned on the 8th floor and you’re imprisoned on the 9th floor doesn’t mean you’re thinking that you’re stronger and more dangerous than I am?”
He poked Bikir’s head with his finger and continued.
“I mean. I came here on purpose to serve ‘him’ by my side.”
“…”
“But what is this? He’s in Level 9, so why do I have to be in Level 8? It’s me and it’s not me! This is it! Send me to Level 9 too! Serve him by my side!”
As soon as he was clearly excited, a dark aura began to form all over his body.
It was the poisonous energy that could not be stopped by the BDSM restraints, regardless of the mana, the poison that had been accumulated in the body for a long time came out naturally.
“Why am I level 8! Is it because I surrendered!? Is that why you didn’t send me to level 9!? Then, I just need to turn this place upside down! Where should I spray the plague once!? Would you like to taste ‘death’!”
When he was clearly roaring madly into the air.
“…I think I know why.”
A short voice caught his attention.
After Bikir finished the suyeol, he was talking while collecting work tools.
He said it in a slightly bewildered manner.
“Kid. Did you just say that?”
“Yes.”
“Kureurreuk! Kreurreuk!”
A roar of laughter erupted from the depths of his clean throat.
And with a terrifying expression, he thrust his face in front of Vikir.
“Yes. Why do you think I didn’t go to Level 9?”
“That’s because it’s not basic.”
“Basic? What is that…”
Just as he was about to open his mouth and ask.
Shh-
Bikir’s hand moved.
Bikir dumped the handful of nails he had just received into Sigeot’s gaping mouth.
And then he raised his fist and slapped his chin.
Oops-billion!
Shigeuk’s head jerked back.
At the same time, the nails in his mouth hit countless times and pierced his cheeks, nose, chin, and neck and protruded in all directions.
“Puhak!? Kkeueh!”
Bikire smiled lightly at the bloody, struggling Shikkeur.
“Shouldn’t you live with understanding the subject to that extent whether you are a predator or a prey?”
At the same time, the sound of numerous military boots could be heard from the stairway above the door leading to the workshop.
Guards from major to lieutenant colonel and above were running like crazy.
“What a fuss is this ‘Night Hound’!”
All the prisoners who heard the screams of the task commander, Lieutenant Colonel Bastille, turned white with blood draining from their faces.
night hound. Only the number of life sentences sentenced to was 3021 times. Prison floor level nine.
Who would have known that the identity of the terrifying inmate, about whom only rumors had been circulating until now, was such a handsome boy?
