Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 14
The Burning Hell Jailbreak (2)

“Huff… Heo-eok..”

Vergo ran hard, not letting go of the vial in his hand, even as he heard a series of explosions and screams behind him.

There was only one thing on his mind.

The promise that he had to see Rohan and tell him this.

In fact, he tried to take Redin with him, but the explosion sealed off Zone 4, and there was no way to save him.

A situation that cannot be saved alone.

He needed someone’s help, and he knew it was only Instructor Rohan, so he ran to the ground floor.

It’s just that

Praying that Redin won’t die.

“H-huh?”

“Didn’t the ground just shake?”

As Vergo walked down the hall, he saw the guards. The old ones he knew, the new ones he didn’t.

“Vergo, are you okay?”

“What’s wrong with you, what happened?”

Vergo could not take the hand they held out to him.

The corruption of the guards in Zone 4. The way they stood by while the prisoners went on a rampage.

He couldn’t easily ask for help.

Unable to determine who was a traitor and who wasn’t, he gritted his teeth and ran to Rohan’s office.

“Huff… huu”

Vergo exhaled harshly and entered Rohan’s office without knocking.

Thud!

“Instructor Rohan!”

There were other people in the office.

A scruffy man was having tea with Rohan.

“What are you doing?”

Rohan cocked an eyebrow.

“T-that’s…”

Vergo looked back and forth between Rohan and the beggar, and noticed the special uniform the beggar was wearing.

A special uniform only worn by a special group.

He’ll trust the Special Task Force, Vergo decided, and pulled a vial of a special liquid from my pocket.

“This is the liquid we found on the first floor of the basement. The prisoners were using it to make explosive gems.”

“Why did you bring that to me?”

“Redin says the only person he can trust is Instructor Rohan…”

Rohan gave him a strange look.

“Redin?”

“Yes, Redin is in danger, and if we don’t go save him now… he might die.”

Vergo bit his lip hard.

*Baaaaaang!*

A huge explosion shook the entire office. Black smoke could be seen through the windows, and the emergency bell rang.

*Beeeeeeep!*

[Currently, an unknown explosion occurred in the workshop on the first basement floor, and the prisoners were released. As of the current time, all guards are armed and on standby.]

After checking the emergency transmission, Rohan looked at Daylon, the beggarly man, and spoke up.

“Did you know this was going to happen?”

“Yes. That was the warden’s order.”

There was only one order from the warden.

Expose the moles on the inside.

So, he broke the Magnes organization and released false information.

They won’t be able to breathe without moving.

“Well. That was a bit of an unexpected variable.”

“Did something go wrong?”

“Nope. I’ve got the evidence, and I was just waiting for them to make a move, I just didn’t think they’d move this fast.”

Daylon grinned.

“Because of that variable, I’ll have a drink tonight and sleep with my legs stretched out.”

That moment.

Eight Special Forces prison guards appeared unexpectedly in the office. To them, Daylon barked orders.

“We’re going to leave the rest of the guys alone, and we’re going to get the VIPs on target.”

“Understood!”

“Then leave, Riena stay.”

The officers on special assignment disappeared in a flash, and a pretty, silver-haired guard crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Again and again, are you going to leave everything to me and goof around alone?”

“Uh, no. I have a new hire interview today, and I need you to finish up some work.”

Daylon winked at Vergo.

He walked over to Vergo, who had a blank look on his face.

“Where’s Redin?”

* * *

A ceiling enchanted to absorb damage.

A single blast did little more than crack it, but a series of explosions caused the ceiling to collapse.

The workshop grew darker.

Redin hid himself in the stone dust, using his senses to move as best he could. The eyes of Arrakis saved him from a fatal blow.

‘right’

He could see a red trajectory being drawn. Redin lowered his stance. Something whizzed by overhead, creating a small breeze.

He dived right in.

In this situation, stabbing is better than cutting. He got into a stance and stabbed the front several times.

*Swik*

*Swik*

An agonized scream erupted.

“Kaaaah! Shit, he’s here, that fucking prison guard is here!”

He moved towards the sound. Stone dust was flying, but as he got closer, Redin could see his face.

Though contorted with pain.

Then he looked at Redin, and the corners of his mouth twitched in a crooked grin.

“Trying to kill me, do you think you can, kid?”

He doesn’t argue back.

Because Redin knows what he’s talking about.

He’s not asking if Redin can actually kill.

Supreme Decree, Article 2, Section 3.

The guards at Burning Hell are told that no matter what happens, they cannot kill a prisoner at their discretion.

The moment the law is broken.

They would be judged by a tribunal of the Senate. Those who have broken the law so far have been disqualified and locked in the second floor of the basement.

“Moron, you are done for.”

“But do you know why the law was created?”

“What do you know?”

“Because people who lost family members to assholes like you came in as prison guards and killed prisoners.”

Revenge of the family members.

Redin knows how they feel, and he feels it more than anyone. Because he was once like that.

So when he sees people like that, he gets angry.

People who know the law and use it.

They don’t see what they’ve done as a crime, but rather as a way of acting with pride and not realizing the pain their victims must be going through.

Gah!

A cold heart calmed his anger.

He calmly raised his sword as he heard multiple footsteps approaching from all directions.

“And you’re mistaken, at this point, you can’t tell if I killed you or if you killed each other.”

“… !!!”

*sswish!*

Redin slashed his chest with the sword. Seeing the guy fall down vomiting blood, he threw away the sword he was holding.

He picked up the axe the dead man was holding.

Harungel fought on many battlefields and mastered other weapons to fully understand the sword.

“Die!”

A sword appeared through the white smoke.

He raised the ax to block the attack and twisted the sword blade through the gap between the ax blade and the handle. The opponent’s hand loosened and the sword fell.

A perfectly exposed gap.

Slashed at the enemy’s waist with an axe.

*thud!*

“Aagh!”

Redin threw away the ax and took the opponent’s sword again. Now the smoke has subsided, and he will have to deal with the prisoners who have all restrictions lifted.

Ramped up the stakes.

Redin can’t kill everyone here. They won’t be as easy to kill now, and there will be more eyes on him.

Let’s focus on developing practical sense.

With that in mind, he watched the situation change. A gust of wind blew the smoke away.

Poof!

This technique utilizes mana.

As the smoke cleared, his position was revealed.

“There he is!”

“Get him!”

“Stop!”

Someone came down through a hole in the ceiling. Slit eyes in gray hair. A spy of Magnes who hid his true identity as a trainee.

Dharman.

He said to the prisoners.

“I’ll take care of him, and you guys just do your jobs, we don’t have time.”

Then the prisoners grabbed the gems and scurried out.

An empty workroom.

Darman scanned his surroundings. Cracked walls, dead prisoners as the ceiling collapsed, and half-dead, groaning men.

“Well done, you’ve ruined it.”

“If bugs can squirm, you should be able to squirm as a human.”

“Then try to the end.”

Darman laughed and moved his body.

Redin remembered the information about Dharman that he had seen before. A slight edge over him in physical ability, a fist-fighting style.

He recalled them and raised his sword.

It’s a situation that is pushed overall, but it’s worth doing enough. Redin took a deep breath and tensed his nerves.

*Tadadak*

Darman, who ran quickly, stretched out his foot. It contains great power. the sound of cutting the wind. He drew up mana and put it in his sword and swung it.

*Boom*

The blade shattered, splinters flying. There was no time to panic. Through the shards, He could see Dharman’s feet. Redin quickly raised his arm to block.

“Ssum!”

His body jerked. The arm that blocked the attack throbbed. But his opponent had no intention of stopping. The barrage continued. He focused on dodging it.

“Let’s see how long you can avoid it.”

If Redin hadn’t trained his body, even avoiding it would have been impossible. And now it was difficult to even avoid.

Puff!

Dharman was getting faster and faster.

One would think he would be exhausted from the gale-force attack, but Dharman kept his smile on his face and focused on the attack.

Thud!

Redin wonders if this is the difference in experience.

None of the fights he envisioned in his head worked out. Redin couldn’t even plan a proper counterattack.

He gritted his teeth.

Perhaps he got too excited.

After acquiring the knowledge of the sword and gaining enlightenment, Redin realized that he had been acting like a master swordsman. Knowing and practicing are two different things.

On the one hand, he was glad.

If this had happened later when he encountered something more dangerous, He would have just died.

“This is getting to be too tiring, I’m going to finish you off.”

As the attacks piled up and accumulated on his body as he dodged and darted, Redin stopped listening.

He was right, the window of opportunity was closing.

Fighting him fist to fist won’t cut it. Redin needed a sword. His eyes darted quickly, searching for a sword.

The sword used to first cut the prisoner.

He sidestepped and threw himself out of the way of Dharman’s attack. Rolling on the ground, Redin grabbed his sword and quickly stood up.

“Huuuu… Huuuu……”

“All sword-wielders are the same: they can’t do anything without a sword. That’s why I like fists.”

Redin let him get away with it.

He cleared his head of all the complications and focused on the simplest, most basic things.

Harungel’s First half 3 Secrets.

Among them, the first herbivore was confident.

“I’ll break it again.” Dharman voiced out seeing Redin holding a new sword.

Darman’s first shook with mana. Seeing that, Redin poured mana into the sword in the same way.

There is nothing difficult to think about.

Just do what He’s been taught.

A technique that was born when Harungel suffered his first defeat and struggled to defeat an opponent stronger than him.

gale cut.

The moment Dharman raises his fist.

He swung wide, releasing the mana in his sword.

*Quagua quagua quagua!*