#Episode 147
A huge club appears in the guard’s hand. Without hesitation, he begins to beat the man’s body.
Paaaaak-! Paaaaak-! Paaaaak-!
Blood was spurting and flesh was being torn off. Even the clothes, which were already no better than rags, were torn and ripped.
The guard who had been beating him for a long time spoke while gasping for breath.
“I don’t know what crime you committed to be here. You little punk, you have to understand the situation before you speak. I’m a guard, you’re a prisoner, and when I tell you to crawl, you have to crawl.”
The guard squatted down in his seat.
He grabs the man’s chin with his hand.
“What did you say your name was?”
“… … It’s Joo Sung-cheol.”
“Joo Sung-cheol, that’s a good name. Looking at the name system, it seems to be roughly from the East. Where in the Goocheon did you come from?”
“… … .”
“Or is it the Earth side? Or the Central Plains side? Where exactly?”
“… … .”
“Aren’t you going to tell me? The kid didn’t get hit enough.”
The fighting has begun once again.
About five minutes passed like that.
The guard wiped the sweat running down his forehead and looked down at the crouching Cheonma as he spoke.
“That incompetent little punk with all his pride is this. Tsk tsk.”
The guard laughed bitterly.
“Why is that kid, who doesn’t even have the ability to remove the ‘chip’ embedded in his body, acting like this?”
The guard who had thrown Joo Sung-cheol’s face to the floor stood up from his seat.
And then he burst out laughing.
“Honestly, there were many guys who were as proud as you, but I personally think this is the most fun.”
“… … .”
“About 10 years at the shortest, 40 years at the longest. After about this much time, even rebellious kids like you will learn to bow down. I’m looking forward to that time. Joo Sung-cheol, let’s see how long you can endure.”
As the guard turned around and tried to leave the solitary cell, Joo Sung-cheol’s small voice flowed out from behind him.
“… …What is your name?”
The guard turns around.
Joo Sung-cheol is seen with his bloody body, but his eyes are still clear and uncluttered. The guard frowns.
“Why are you curious about that?”
“… … Someday, you will die by my hands.”
Laughter erupted.
“Huxley. Huxley van Zyomer. The last survivor of Star #1822, the second son of House Zyomer, and the chief warrior. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Okay, that’s enough. Now get out.”
Huxley shook his head. It can’t go on like this.
He swung the huge club he was holding strongly.
Paaaaak-!
Cheonma swallowed a sigh as the beating began again. His whole body ached. He was on the verge of losing consciousness.
How should I explain this?
The moving stone that was received from the ascenders to star #875 had one device attached to it.
As soon as the moving stone is activated, a ‘chip’ is implanted inside the body, which completely suppresses mana activity within the body and completely stops the function of all blood vessels in the psychic region.
It means that he will become no different from an ordinary person. On the other hand, the guards who are currently beating up Cheonma, Cheonma knows that there are about 40 of them.
All 40 of them are second-time awakeners.
Even if you are a transcendent being, you can fight monsters that know how to use natural energy with a normal body that can’t even use mana?
There’s no way that’s possible.
After the guard’s beating was over, Huxley, who had spat on Cheonma’s body with a smirk, left the cell.
As soon as Huxley’s body is outside, the bars that had disappeared reappear.
Joo Sung-cheol, covered in blood, got up with difficulty.
I leaned my back against the wall.
ha.
A deep sigh escapes.
I’ve only heard about it, but seeing it in person is the worst.
Joo Sung-cheol recalled what his teacher had once said.
“… … If you want to achieve what you want, wait… … .”
Waiting.
That’s what Joo Sung-cheol could do.
Cheonma Ju Seong-cheol.
He waited for that moment.
Time passed.
One day, two days, three days, four days, five days.
Even though he was beaten every day, Cheonma did not give in.
“Ha… … This damn bastard.”
Huxley was sincere.
Most of the guys coming to Star #875 are strong guys like Joo Sung-cheol in front of me, but not to this extent.
I didn’t treat him like I treated other guys.
Huxley beat Joo Sung-chul like crazy every day.
I wanted to make him lie down at least once. I wanted to make him get on all fours at least once.
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They all failed.
It’s exclusive.
Previously, it was said that monopolies like Joo Sung-chul would surrender within 10 years at the shortest and 40 years at the longest, but it seems that it could go on for even longer than 40 years.
Tch.
Huxley, who had clicked his tongue, eventually led the half-crippled Joo Sung-cheol out of the solitary cell.
29CA has a lot of single rooms, but the demand is high.
Since this place is full of crazy people, it is impossible to continue using one room to train ‘new recruits.’
He continued walking, leading Joo Sung-cheol.
The place we arrived at was room number 99.
This is a room with other prisoners. Huxley, who pushed Joo Sung-cheol inside, snickers.
“We could have had more fun, right?”
Joo Sung-cheol, who had been sitting on the floor, raised his head.
The two eyes of Joo Sung-cheol, who is not dead, look at Huxley.
“This kid… … I’ll rip his eyes out later.”
Joo Sung-cheol did not support it either.
“I will tear off your only wing and shove it into your mouth.”
Huxley, who let out a strange laugh, turns around.
Joo Sung-cheol lay down on the ground and looked up at the ceiling.
This is driving me crazy.
It was at that moment that Joo Sung-cheol, who was mumbling softly, was about to get up.
“You’ve worked hard.”
A lightning bolt struck my head.
This voice.
I can’t forget it. Joo Sung-chul, who had struggled to get up, could see Jin Shi-hoo sitting on the second-floor bed in his prison uniform.
“… … .”
My mouth wouldn’t open. I had a lot to say, but I felt like I couldn’t say anything. Jin Shi-hoo said with a smile.
“I’m sure you have a lot to tell me. Should I wait until you recover? Or do you want to tell me right now?”
“… …Before that, I want to ask.”
“What?”
“Will the ascendants help me and plan together?”
Jin Shihou shook his head.
“That’s wrong.”
“… … is something wrong?”
“Cheonma, I don’t know how much determination you have. But I must make this clear. It’s not me helping you, it’s you helping me.”
“… … .”
“I’m going to kill those ascendants or whatever. You’re going to be my hands and feet. So I’m asking, are you ready?”
“Ready?”
“Readiness for what lies ahead.”
Only then did a smile appear on Cheonma’s lips.
Ready?
It’s been like this for a long time.
The man kept his promise.
We’ve arrived at Star #875. Now it’s Cheonma’s turn to keep his promise.
I slowly knelt down in my seat.
“I, Joo Sung-cheol, will serve you from this moment on.”
Jin Shihou stood up from his seat.
I got a new piece of luggage today.
however.
“Let’s change our tone a bit.”
“I will be careful, no, I will be careful.”
That was when.
Ding ding ding-!
A strange alarm sound is heard throughout the prison cell. It is the sound of meal time. Jin Shi-hoo said with a smile.
“Should we eat first?”
#Chapter 5
29CA has one total meal time per day.
2 o’clock.
Even though Earth’s prisons are worse than they should be, considering they provide food three times a day, that’s how it should be.
Feeding these criminal bastards once a day is enough.
They don’t need human rights.
What human rights do we guarantee to those who trample on the human rights of others?
Anyway, since mealtime is only once a day, this time is very important to the inmates.
Of course, the food that comes out is terrible.
Jin Shi-hoo said, as he was eating a strange soup that looked like porridge.
“Hey, this is surprisingly delicious.”
Jin Shihou has a peculiar taste.
Cheonma took a sip of the soup in front of him and almost felt like vomiting.
Even though I’m in terrible physical condition, this food just can’t possibly taste good.
I glanced over and saw a strange-looking bug and something that looked like a cockroach antenna floating around.
“… … But, there’s one thing I’d like to ask.”
“Oh, your speech.”
“… … I have something to ask you.”
“What is it?”
“… … How did you come here?”
“How did you get here? You must have kidnapped some bastard who was either a gourd or a dog.”
Cheonma was a little curious.
“Did you kill him?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
“… … .”
As we talk, more and more questions arise.
“If it’s the moving stone that Goeuroon gave you… … there should be a ‘chip’ implanted in your body as well.”
“Chip? Oh, that thing? It was trying to get into my body, so I just broke it.”
Cheonma was genuinely surprised.
No, wait a minute.
“… … So does that mean your current physical condition is normal… …?”
“Oh. I’m normal?”
“… … But why are you here like this?”
“just.”
Jin Shihou looked around with a strange expression.
“It’s nice to finally experience prison after a long time.”
“… … Didn’t you get hit by the guards?”
“It didn’t fit?”
“… … .”
“I’m pretty good at handling things.”
I had nothing to say.
Jin Shi-hoo asked Joo Sung-cheol, who was quietly silent.
“Okay, now let’s hear the plan.”
It was so obvious what plan he was talking about.
The plan is how to capture the ascendants.
Joo Sung-cheol continued speaking silently.
“First things first, there are quite a few prisons on this star #875.”
“so?”
“The wardens of the prison basically have moving stones, and among those moving stones, you need to find the one that leads to #12.”
“#12? Why there?”
Joo Sung-cheol answered, his voice quiet.
“… … Among the ascendants, there is one I know for sure. The Emperor of the Aeons, ‘Plati.’”
“Plati? Why is your name like that?”
“In Hancheon, it is a name that means a very noble and sacred person, and the star that Platy ‘only manages’ is #12. There is a moving stone here that leads to Hancheon, so I plan to find it, go to Hancheon, and cut Platy’s head off.”
I ended up laughing.
“Okay. First, there are eight ascenders. Let’s start by cutting off the head of one of them, okay?”
“Yes. If you cut Platy’s neck, the other ascenders will react, and then another plan will be made. If you don’t come, that’s okay. I also know the star controlled by the ruler of the underworld, ‘Kwonsin (拳神)’, so you can go there and climb up like Platy did.”
It was interesting.
“That’s interesting. But do you know what that Platy looks like?”
“You always wore a mask, so I couldn’t see your face.”
“Really? That’s too bad. Then what, we have to turn things around from here, is that it?”
“……yes.”
Jin Shihou looked at Ju Seong-cheol with a strange expression.
“Hey, but what the hell are you guys doing that makes you try to kill the kids here whenever you see a constellation?”
