I Became a Leader in a Wretched Prison - Chapter 122

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Chapter 122

 

I quietly offered my neck.

 

He could blow this wrist away right now if he wanted. Yet he watched as if observing.

 

Gleaming red eyes were right in front of me.

 

“Why do you only act like that toward me?”

 

The voice that had thrown away honorifics and tone was almost raw. This too was something I had heard before.

 

In truth, the relationship between that bastard and me had been twisted for quite a long time. To trace it back, I would have to go up quite a long stretch of time.

 

At least to those days when Mama was still alive.

 

However, those flashing eyes would be no different then than now.

 

I always think this bastard and I, I and this bastard should never have met.

 

* * *

 

“Child, you know what?”

 

It was exactly when I was fourteen, no, maybe fifteen.

 

The prison was in an uproar.

 

At that time, I was in a state where my eyes had turned quite red from trying to climb the Tower even if I had to crawl, so I had no interest in other people’s affairs at all.

 

At most, I would hear a few words from Mama who came crawling over annoyingly enough to be bothersome, or from my roommates Ramona and Deril who were making a fuss.

 

Ah, this place operates in the same way too, was all I felt.

 

“Another little one about your size came in here, you know? Aren’t you curious? Huh? Huh? If you call me Mama, I’ll take you to see them.”

 

“Shut up and get lost. You interrupted the Trial again because of this…!”

 

“Kyaaah, puberty. It’s puberty! So scary.”

 

“…I’m going to kill you.”

 

At least at that time, I was in a state of being consumed by rage and hatred.

 

If I were to describe the process of a person wearing down, it would have been the period when I was burning up at the fastest speed before completely turning to ash.

 

That’s why I was prickly toward Mama and everyone else.

 

No, to all prisoners except Mama, I was a ‘prickly and dangerous little one.’

 

“Ah, fine, I get it. Just go away!”

 

But Mama made such a fuss saying another little one besides me had come in, so I couldn’t help but know.

 

The little one like me that Mama had mentioned, I was able to encounter before long.

 

The rest area for prisoners was the same then as it is now.

 

However, back then, things like drugs, Mind Manipulation, or fights were even more frequent in every corner.

 

Mama wasn’t a bad person, but she wasn’t an infinitely good person either.

 

At least she didn’t stop fights in secluded places like this.

 

Among the prisoners who had fallen covered in blood, someone was standing quietly.

 

‘Uniform.’

 

It was a guard’s uniform, but small. Of course, it was taller than the average height of male prisoners here. His face was full of youthfulness that couldn’t be seen in this space.

 

I could immediately tell that bastard was the ‘little one’ Mama had mentioned.

 

Dark red Kia, ominously sinister, swirled around that little one.

 

“…It got dirty.”

 

The voice muttering quietly was a beautiful tone I had never heard anywhere before.

 

I met eyes that turned to look back.

 

Bewilderment crossed the other’s face but soon disappeared into a smile.

 

Only tall like a beanpole, with a pale and white face as if he had never eaten even blood porridge.

 

Pretty, but a face like a doll abandoned in a cemetery.

 

‘What bad luck.’

 

The moment I turned around, having come to rest but instead realizing I needed to move, my body stopped.

 

Mental Realm Kia.

 

I easily shook this off and flew into a rage.

 

“Fuck. Where do you get off pulling this shit. Get lost before I kill you.”

 

Crackle.

 

A blade made of lightning reconstructed in my hand grazed the youthful face.

 

A hand wearing white gloves moved slowly over the bleeding cheek.

 

“Ah, it’s you.”

 

The moment that bastard saw me, I realized.

 

Ah, getting involved with this fucker would be quite troublesome.

 

“I’ve heard a lot about you. The first youngest serial killer?”

 

I moved without delay, but the voice followed behind.

 

“You know. How did it feel when you were killing?”

 

Mama had rambled on her own that a prince who had lost early in the imperial succession struggle had been exiled here.

 

But I knew better than anyone.

 

That bastard was the first major character from the book I had ever met.

 

‘Hades’. An important fucker who plays a crucial role in this original work.

 

Actually, words like this were something I had heard countless times from the prisoners. Worse insults were daily routine.

 

But at that time, I hated the original work.

 

There were days when I couldn’t breathe without doing so. Until a full 10 years had passed, everything had worn away, and it felt detached.

 

“So what. Should I make sure you’re the next one to go into the cemetery?”

 

“Cough…!”

 

“Worthless piece of shit. Only your mouth is alive and running.”

 

I hate the original work. I hate the world, the universe that made me open my eyes in this place. I hate this situation I can’t escape from.

 

It was frustrating and suffocating, and I was sick to death of this inescapable situation. Why the hell do I have to live like this?

 

Everything was annoying and hateful, including myself desperately struggling to survive today.

 

Mama seemed to try to make light of me, saying it was just a period of storm and stress.

 

But I had no leisure back then. Hades must have been the same.

 

We met each other as blades that scarred one another during a time when our lives were covered by storms.

 

When I came to my senses, I was stepping on Hades’ chest.

 

“…Cough.”

 

Even then, that fucker whose face was creepily beautiful, grabbed my ankle and laughed while covered in blood.

 

“You’re similar to me, aren’t you?”

 

“….”

 

“I like that.”

 

That day, for breaking the ribs and arm of a newly arrived guard, I was locked in solitary cell for three days without water, and had to starve for ten days.

 

That’s where it all began.

 

Having to encounter Hades throughout my hatred of the original story.

 

* * *

 

When I closed my eyes once and opened them, I saw a face so close I could hear his breathing.

 

His pale skin was unchanged from then to now.

 

Because we had similar aspects, Hades would have known.

 

How to provoke me the most.

 

How to draw reactions from me as I climbed the tower alive, dyed red with hatred and filled with malice.

 

“Do you like it?”

 

Sometimes rat corpses were thrown in front of me. I would step on them without care and kick them away with my foot.

 

Perhaps feeling that ordinary things couldn’t provoke me, his next targets were prisoners who had even slight interactions with me.

 

They would limp or collapse in front of me. I didn’t care.

 

I was too busy trying to survive myself to worry about others.

 

‘If I become the boss, I can have a conversation with the Warden.’

 

At the time, to even attempt discussing ‘Mint’s’ innocence again, I needed to meet with the Warden at least.

 

That was my only thought.

 

But the day after that, when my roommate Ramona collapsed in a mess.

 

Hades’ arm was broken once more.

 

“Why? She was saying bad things about you, so I punished her for you.”

 

The brightly smiling boy’s face showed no guilt whatsoever.

 

Rather, he waved his splinted arm.

 

“The one you broke. I’m worried they might set the bone wrong. Then your mark would remain here forever. Right?”

 

Hades became even more deeply imprinted as a symbol of the original story.

 

A symbol that showed me this world I once loved had become disgustingly desolate, distorted by oppression and obsession.

 

Actually, if I had lived well on my own, I wouldn’t have cared about this world at all.

 

But Hades appeared constantly to provoke me.

 

“You act detached from everything, yet you readily show anger toward me alone, hate me, and show such threats. Always.”

 

“….”

 

“Why do you hate me more than those bastards who betrayed you?”

 

Our mutual hatred piled up layer upon layer. At least that’s how it was for me. The moment I realized that for Hades, it wasn’t just hatred.

 

Disgust surged through me.

 

I had become like this because of that original story, so why should I have to endure the irrationality caused by those original characters?

 

You and I were inherently selfish beings, and sometimes I hated Hades more than this Prison that directly oppressed me.

 

The me of that time could not bear this imbalance even more.

 

Even after becoming detached from everything, only my hatred toward Hades remained rooted in my heart like roots.

 

But if I had to evaluate this, it was self-inflicted.

 

Because Hades had built up anger inside me over the course of 8 years.

 

“If you hadn’t done anything, I wouldn’t have done anything either.”

 

“Don’t be ridiculous, miss. Then I wouldn’t be anything to you.”

 

The hand gripping my neck applied faint pressure.

 

“I can’t let that happen.”

 

That hand was trembling slightly.

 

Soon his gracefully smiling face twisted mercilessly.

 

“Fuck.”

 

Hades, who cursed even elegantly, looked down at me.

 

“That woman said this to me before she died.”

 

“….”

 

I was no longer consumed by anger toward the original story like the day I first met Hades.

 

“Since you and I are the same kind of human, we should approach each other normally with a sense of camaraderie so we won’t be lonely.”

 

I would simply accept everything and walk forward.

 

“What an unfunny woman.”

 

But Hades remained as the distorted boy from the day we first met, wearing the same expression as that day.

 

Even while dragging countless people into the Abyss and receiving fanatic adoration, he pursued, demanded, and obsessed over something from me like a deprived person.

 

“Miss, then what is a normal relationship?”

 

“At least you and I can’t do that shit.”

 

I firmly grabbed Hades’ wrist. The woman Hades mentioned must be referring to Mama.

 

“What are broken bastards going to do together?”

 

I muttered expressionlessly while putting strength into the hand gripping his wrist.

 

“If you’re thinking of killing me, then kill me. If you can’t, then let go, you son of a bitch.”

 

At his rigidly frozen appearance, I wore a mocking smile.

 

“When you can’t even do it.”

 

The moment Hades’ hand fell away, bang! His Kia pierced straight through the sofa right next to me.

 

It was venting his anger.

 

Without batting an eye, I opened my mouth.

 

“From now on, I’ll be the one making threats, not you.”

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