Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 163
Burning Hell’s Dungeons (8)

Creating a Shadow Dragon to transport them. They flew through the sky to an area next to the Shadow Archipelago.

A great waterfall of flames flowing like water.

At the center of it, the prisoner Fatos was being consumed by the curse, radiating demonic energy.

“Aaaaahhhhh!”

With a scream, flames erupted and an explosion of demonic energy burst forth. A mighty demonic energy rose into the sky.

Just as Henry Baskervan had done.

Even Fatos had a vulnerable past. He was the son of a farmer, living an ordinary life, until the day his village burned.

The fire that occurred then killed everyone in the village.

His family, close friends, and villagers who he interacted with all perished in the flames, leaving Fatos as the sole survivor.”

Fatos vowed revenge.

He sought to find the cause of what happened to his village and discovered that it was the work of the Red Tower mages of the Kingdom of Resha.

An accident during one of their experiments.

Fatos went personally into the Red Tower to learn magic, became a mage of the Red Tower, and killed all of the mages who had conducted the experiments with his own hands.

Afterwards, he turned himself in and was imprisoned in Burning Hell.

Fatos the Mad Magus.

“Aaaah!”

Fatos, consumed by the curse, is probably looking at a time when all his family members were killed.

“Subdue him, please.”

Henry Baskervan nodded and jumped down from the Shadow Dragon.

Roles were assigned to make the assault more efficient.

Once Henry Baskervan overwhelms the enemy with his formidable power, that’s when he steps in to remove the curse.

*Kwah!*

Henry Baskervan’s shadow sword descended upon Fatos’ head. Fatos blocks the attack by creating a shield of flames around him.

With that, Pathos began to unleash a barrage of offensive magic, utilizing the surrounding waterfall of flames.

*Whooosh!*

*Fwoosh!*

Flames erupted from the ground, enormous fireballs plummeted from the sky, and massive fire whips lashed out from all directions.

It was a barrage of attacks that were deadly if hit accurately.

Henry Baskervan dodged all of Fatos’s attacks with timely shadow movements, waiting for an opening.

His fighting style was on display.

While he may be stronger in sheer raw shadow power, Henry Baskervan has been wielding it for far longer.

Indeed, learning from Henry’s experience and know-how is essential.

The nimble Henry Baskervan calmly observed the situation and analyzed Fatos’s every move.

“You damn rat!”

Fatos threw both his hands toward the ground, and a wave of flame erupted. Henry Baskervan leapt to avoid it. Then Fatos raised his hands upward as well.

The wave of flame became a giant tornado, which consumed the surroundings.

Fatos is a mage who primarily uses fire magic, so he is highly resistant and unaffected by it.

“Die, you who killed my parents……!”

“The shadow devours all.”

A giant maw appeared and engulfed the fiery tempest.

Henry Baskervan calmly regarded Fatos.

“And it can create anything.”

Shadow alter egos materialized around Henry.

Soon, they began to take on different forms.

From children to adults.

When Fatos saw them, he stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth agape. The apparitions of his burned family and villagers, consumed by fire.

Henry Baskervan, moving silently behind Fatos, formed a shadow sword and plunged it right between Fatos’s chest.

*Squch*

“Cough!”

As Fatos coughed up blood, a curse shot out of him, radiating demonic energy to defend his body.

Taking out a vial of holy water from his subspace pouch, Redin used Shadow Shift.

Stepping in front of Fatos, he smashed the vial of holy water to form the Sword of Judgment, eliminating the curse.

*Pah!*

With the curse dissipating into dust, Fatos collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Supporting him, he calls out to his Shadow Dragon.

When it reached the ground, they climbed back onto the shadow dragon and quickly traveled to the next area.

Reaching out to Fatos lying on the dragon’s back.

“Ygg. I. Ar. Offen.”

Concentrating and channeling his mana, he spoke the words he had learned from Redis, the half-dragon.

Four mana characters appeared.

One moved to the head, one to the legs, and the other two to the arms. Bringing both hands together, he poured mana into the characters.

The mana in his body wasn’t enough, so he gathered the mana in his surroundings to bolster the power of the incantation.

*Oooooh!*

A blue light pulsed through the characters as they shone. The glowing characters flowed into Fatos’ body.

[You have appointed Fatos as your Guardian].

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the message pop up.

“What was that?”

He answered Henry Baskervan’s question.

“It’s a countermeasure to keep Fatos from going on a rampage.”

One of the spells available to Dragons, Guardian Magic.

Dragons created Guardians to protect their Lairs. A mind control spell that allows a being to retain their free will, but to follow the dragon’s commands as a priority.

The prisoners here, including Fatos, needed to leave with him to the outside world.

They have to deal with the 12 Apostles and the Demon Gate.

However, if they were to leave like this, they would be uncontrollable, so they needed to be turned into guardians.

“Did you use it on me?”

“In your case, there is no reason to use it.”

Henry Baskervan led Brassel, one of the major crime organizations, but upon closer inspection, he had not truly lived the life of a criminal.

He simply protected the vicinity of the port city, preventing pirates from freely operating.

From the beginning, his principles differed from those of other crime organizations’ leaders.

But the other prisoners were different.

Some like Fatos, who had their own unique backstory, were bound to go berserk when confronted with events related to their past.

The ones with no backstory were never normal because they committed their crimes for no reason.

So, he plans to use the Guardian Spell, a Dragon Magic, to control them.

“You’re sure you can control them?”

Seria gave him an apprehensive look. To demonstrate, he took out a potion and fed it to Fatos.

“Ugh!”

Fatos stirred awake.

Speaking to him in dragon tongue, he issued a command.

“I want you to subdue the prisoner below.”

“Okay.”

Fatos leaped off the shadow dragon’s back and used fire magic on the prisoner below.

*BAAAAM!*

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As the number of prisoners grew, the attack became faster.

Two prisoners under the effects of the Guardian magic

Then Henry Baskervan and Seria.

They descended onto the desolate land to subdue the remaining prisoner.

A muscular man standing on the barren ground.

Berserker Fresher.

A being born solely for combat.

He began to show his presence in the arena from a young age, awakening his primal instincts and starting to revel in killing.

Humans, as well as monsters and demons.

He would kill anyone deemed strong. Naturally, he became wanted, but even prison guards or elite knights of kingdoms found it difficult to subdue him, as he possessed formidable skills.

In attempts to apprehend him, situations arose where prison guards or elite knights ended up dead instead.

The best and most talented of each Kingdom were brought together to take down Fresher.

“Are you strong?”

Fresher quirked a grin.

Untainted by the Curse.

With no darkness within him, it was as if the curse hadn’t even been triggered.

“Not us, but there are strong ones.”

“Really? How can I fight them?”

“You can follow me. I’ll take you to fight someone much stronger than us.”

“Okay.”

Fresher accepted without a second thought.

Approaching him, he used dragon magic to turn him into a Guardian.

“What is this?”

“A device that allows you to escape from prison. Think of it positively. It won’t affect your life

“Kehahaha.”

With that, all the prisoners in the dungeon were accounted for.

All that’s left is to break the dungeon and get out.

Perhaps due to the interruption of demonic energy, the core of the dungeon revealed itself in the sky.

Normally, it should have taken the form of a boss monster, but since the purpose of this dungeon is different, it manifested in that way.

The four orbs hanging below the dungeon core.

It was clear that the members of the Special Task Force 1st Division were trapped there, generating demonic energy.

“I’ll take care of that.”

He took out the last vial of holy water, clutched in one hand, and flew through the skies on the back of the Shadow Dragon.

Forming the Sword of Judgment, he swung it wide at the dungeon’s core in front of him.

*Crack!*

The core of the dungeon fractured, and the black orb underneath expelled the members of the Special 1st Division.

He hoisted them all onto the dragon’s back.

Descending, he waited for the dungeon to collapse. As the world dissolved into particles, the dungeon finally collapsed.

*Flash!*

A flash of white light and the landscape around them changed.

The sight of the 9th underground level before entering the dungeon. The group stood in the center and faced towards the Demon Gate in front of them.

“This…… What the!”

The cultist who was merged to the demonic gate frowned. Fresher took a step towards him.

“Is that him? The strong one.”

*Thump*

Leaping off the ground, Fresher clenched his fist and slammed it against the translucent black shield.

*BANG!*

The shield began to crack under the force.

Fresher didn’t pause, pounding his fist like a maniac.

*Booom!*

*BAAAANG!*

*Crack!*

Overjoyed, Fresher clasped his hands together and slammed them against the shield. In an instant, the shield was shattered.

“Im…… impossible!”

The demon cultist grabbed Fresher with his huge hand. The intention is to raise the demonic energy and do something with the Fresher.

It was a futile effort.

Fresher powered through with his mana, ripping off the cultist’s arm, then thrust his fist through the Demon Gate.

*Rumble*

The Demon Gate crumbles in one fell blow.

If Fresher hadn’t been able to use his mana, and if one of his arms had been cut off.

This would never have happened.

It was the result of the excessive greed of the Demon Church. Their plan to use these people to turn them into demons and dominate the continent.

It was a plan that backfired on them.

“This one is rather weak.”

Fresher looked disappointed.

Several figures descended from the 8th level. One of them spoke up, panting heavily.

“Another demonic gate has been opened.”

“Where is it?”

“A Demonic Gate has opened near each of the Kingdom’s borders. The Crane Kingdom in particular is in ruins. It’s being taken over by a supposed Apostle.”

“First, please move the members of Special Task Force 1 to the infirmary.”

The Task Force members carried the Division 1 members with them and went upstairs. He ordered the prisoners to go upstairs and remain calm.

He then looked at Henry and Seria and opened his mouth.

“Why don’t you two go upstairs and talk for a moment.”

“And you?”

“I have to run a quick errand.”

He sent the whole herd upstairs and was left alone on the empty 9th level.

Time to fill in the gaps in his skills.

Standing on the stairs, he looked down towards the bottom of the 9th underground level. An empty space tinged with darkness. Arrakis’s eyes activated, revealing a green path.

He jumped towards it.