Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 172

The Great War (1)

A dark space.

A flash of white light came from a place where nothing was visible. From it, black-hooded figures emerged.

The members of the Demon Church who had entered Purgatory.

The apostle at the head of the group removed his hood, revealing a face with a long scar across his cheek.

“You all worked hard.”

“No, sir!”

“It won’t be easy to adapt to your bodies since it’s a different environment from Purgatory, so take a rest today and do your best to acclimate.”

“Understood!”

“Dismissed.”

When he lit the torch which was prepared in advance, the cave was illuminated. The cultists behind the apostle started moving.

Seeing them disperse, the apostle also started to walk away.

As he walked along the trail in front of him, he began to hear peculiar sounds.

“Kweh-eh-eh!”

“Grrrrrr!”

“Goaaaaaah!”

The Apostle walked on without the slightest change in expression, as if he was used to it. Arriving at his destination lay a huge laboratory.

A space consisting of three floors.

Demon cultists were busily conducting experiments, and as he watched, someone approached him.

A man in a black robe and glasses.

The Director of the Laboratory.

“Roton.”

“Oh, I greet the Apostle.”

“Long time no see?”

“It’s been less than a minute for me.”

Time does not pass while in purgatory.

The apostle chuckled as he remembered that.

“Yes, it has. Here.”

The apostle handed Roton the spoils obtained from Purgatory. A pouch made of black leather. Roton looked inside the pouch.

Seven fist-sized orbs were inside.

He stared at the strange energy within, then lifted his head to look at the Apostle.

“Did you fail?”

“Of course not.”

The apostle took out the orb he had set aside. It contained the soul of the Sword Saint, subdued in an instant by special sealing magic. Rolling the radiant orb in his hand, he began to speak.

“Here.”

“Oooh.”

Roton’s mouth watered as he received the orb.

“Would you like to come with me?”

“That’s what I came here for.”

“Let’s go.”

The apostle followed Roton.

On the first floor, demon experiments involving monsters.

On the second floor, experimentation using humans.

And the third floor, where he and Roton arrived, was where they were experimenting with chimeras, a mixture of monsters and humans.

“Please sit here.”

He sat down where Roton indicated and looked around the lab.

There was a transparent tube in the front, filled with a green liquid. Inside the liquid was something in the shape of a human.

Green skin and elongated ears.

A perfectly proportioned body.

The Apostle’s eyes gazed at the test subject curled up like a fetus.

“Human brain, orc skin, elven senses, troll sinews. What else did you say it had?”

“There’s also the blood of a half-dragon.”

“I see.”

The blood of the half-dragon, Roton explained, served to bind the traits of all those different races together.

“Then let’s proceed with the Demon People project.”

Roton waved his hand, and the waiting Demon Cultists started to move.

“We will inject the awakening agent into the test subjects.”

The test subject’s closed eyes snapped open.

Two glazed eyes. The white pupils began to turn green.

“Awakening stimulant infusion complete.”

“Activate the magic circle.”

“Activating the magic circle.”

A black circle of magic was drawn inside the test tube.

The surrounding Demon cultists infused it with their demonic energy.

Black light glowed and coursed through the test subject’s body.

*Clunk*

*Clunk*

Roton climbed the ladder to the top of the test tube. He reached into the pouch the apostle had handed him and pulled out a single orb.

“Open it.”

“Yes.”

The lid of the test tube popped open.

Roton dropped the orb into it. The black orb sank into the green liquid, and soon, a whirlpool was created.

The black orb melted, spilling out black liquid.

“The soul has melted. We will close the test tube and proceed with the bonding with the test subject.”

“Proceed.”

A rapid vortex occurred within the test tube.

The green and black liquids spun around the test subject, merging into one.

Soon, the test subject disappeared.

*Oooh!*

*Rumbles!* *Rumbles!*

The test tube produced a tremendous vibration.

The apostle watched the experiment with interest. If this experiment succeeded, the resurrection of the Demon God would be accelerated.

*Thump!*

A powerful impact was heard inside the test tube.

*Thump!*

A fist appeared through the liquid. At the same time, the test tube cracked. The cultists scrambled to their feet.

“The test subject is in a state of overstimulation.”, mentioned by a nearby cultist.

“How much longer can the test tube hold out?”, Roton questioned.

“We estimate it can hold out for another 30 minutes.”

“Administer the tranquilizers. Continue the experiment as is.”

“Understood.”

*BAM!*

Gradually, the intensity of the blows increased.

Liquid began to flow from the cracks.

The cultist hurriedly administered the tranquilizer, and over time, the inside of the test tube began to slowly settle.

The swirling liquid also ceased.

As the bubbles cleared, the test subject’s figure emerged, frowning intensely in an agitated state.

Bubbles of air erupted with each snort, and their muscles twitched.

Its once glazed eyes were now filled with black pupils.

Roton stepped forward and stood in front of the test tube.

“What’s your name?”

“….N.. ame.”

“Yes. Your name.”

“A… leck.”

A successful experimental result.

The corner of Roton’s mouth lifted.

“Apostle, this is a huge success.”

“Indeed.”

The Apostle mirrored Roton’s grin.

They had successfully transferred the soul of a master level user into the body of a Demonic Being. Now if they could extract the data from it.

It will be possible to transplant the soul of a sword saint into a Demonic Being.

After that, they can proceed with the real goal of the Demon People Project.

“Transplant the rest of them as well.”

“…….”

“Let’s send this one to the Adrian Kingdom first.”

“I understand.”

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When Redin opened his eyes, he felt the cold floor.

He moved his arms to push himself up off the floor.

The moment he put his arms on the floor.

“Ugh…….”

An intense pain rushed through him.

After relaxing his arms, he lay back down.

‘Why did this happen?’

Slowly, Redin assessed his body condition again.

First, all his senses were normal. Both arms and feet, as well as his eyes and mouth. He had no problem moving them.

Except.

When he overexerted his muscles or strained to support himself, his body ached like it was going to break.

Not that anything was broken.

After considering the differences between before entering purgatory and returning, Redin realized there had been a significant change in him.

Realm of Life and Death.

He ascended to the life and death stage as a spirit in Purgatory. But his physical body did not undergo the change.

*Crack!* *Snap!*

Changes began to take over his body.

Bones shattered, and skin cracked.

The changes that Redin had already undergone in Purgatory were once again taking place through his physical body.

It was a sudden development.

The pain was overwhelming, but he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

“Ugh….”

How much time had passed.

The pain in his body faded, and he could barely move his arm. Rddin pulled a potion from his subspace pouch and popped it in his mouth.

Drinking the potion, it drove away the pain and enhanced his recovery.

Redin laid down again, waiting for his body to fully recover.

Clenching his fist, he couldn’t feel any more pain. He pushed himself up off the floor.

“I guess I can start moving.”

Dusting off his ass and looked around.

He is currently on the 10th underground level.

Up above, Warden Ruckel would be waiting, along with Henry Baskervan and the other prisoners.

“Time to head up.”

Using Arrakis’s eyes, he scanned for a way out. As he followed the blue light, he saw a path that led to the ninth level.

He climbed up the staircase.

After a long climb, Redin reached the ninth level. He looked at the corpse of the cultist on the floor and jogged his memories.

It was here that they defeated the Demon Cultists who had combined with the Demon Gate.

There are now 11 Demon Gates remaining.

When he gets to the surface, he’ll have to work quickly.

“Be careful out there!”

“It’s cold, so we have to keep moving.”

As Redin ascended to the 6th level, he could see the people cleaning up the area.

5th underground level.

4th underground level.

After passing through the Infernal Hell, he finally reached the first underground level.

“Sir Redin?”

“Yes.”

“The Warden asks you to come to his office as soon as you return.”

Redin started to walk towards the warden’s office.

As Redin walked down the corridor, he could hear the guards around him whispering.

“He brought out the prisoners?”

“Henry Baskervan. The Head of Brassel!”

“He’s not the only one, I hear there are three others?”

‘So it’s already been brought up.’

When Redin arrived at the warden’s office, the secretary immediately led him inside. As he opened the door and entered, he saw the four prisoners and Warden Rukel sitting on the sofa.

“I apologize for being late.”

“It’s fine.”

Redin moved over and sat down in the empty seat to the warden’s right, and Henry, who was sitting across from him, had a look of amazement on his face.

“What happened in the hour you were down there?”

“I gained a fortuitous encounter.”

“It doesn’t seem like the Master Level is something that can be reached just by a fortuitous encounter…”

“I got lucky.”

Since it was difficult to explain, Redin avoided answering, and Henry Baskervan nodded and changed the subject.

“So what are your plans to do next?”

Redin turned and looked at Warden Rukel.

“Warden, I’m thinking of forming a special organization with these four.”

“Before that, did you really reach the Master’s realm?”

“Yes.”

Rukel exhaled heavily and nodded.

“I’ll allow it.”

“Thank you.”

Rukel handed Redin the documents beside him.

After taking it and checking the contents, Redin understood the current state of affairs on the continent.

The Crane Kingdom has collapsed.

The alleged apostle and the Demon Gate have been activated.

In addition, Daylon, who leads Cerberus, has discovered the Demon Gate, and the Demon God Church has begun to become more active in various kingdoms.

“Their intentions are clear. They intend to keep us from uniting our forces.”

“I see.”

“Can you do it?”

Rukel asked, wanting to know if Redin could solve this quandary.

Redin nodded his head.

“I can.”

“The most urgent place is the Crane Kingdom.”

“Then I’ll start with the Crane Kingdom.”

There was no time to waste.

The reason for the Demon Church’s visit to Purgatory.

Why did they take the soul of the Sword Saint from there?

Whatever their reason, it’s definitely up to no good. He had to find out while smashing the Demonic Realm’s Gates.

“Then I’ll immediately get to work.”

Using dragon magic, Redin gave instructions to the three prisoners. Then he and Henry Baskervan headed to a special warehouse.

There, he retrieved Cerberus’s uniform and outfitted the prisoners and Henry Baskervan.

They were prisoners, but they had joined a special organization.

If they walked around dressed as prisoners, they would be mistaken for escaped prisoners and possibly be attacked.

This wasn’t done to protect the prisoners, but to protect the people who would see them and attack them.

“Have you spoken to your daughter long enough?”

Redin asks Henry, who is now fully garbed, and Henry gives him a strange look.

“Not enough time to tell her everything.”

“If you can help me get rid of the Demon Church, I will do my best to help you get free.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

With that, Redin walked out of Burning Hell and created a shadow dragon using Lord Mode.

“Let’s go.”