I Became a Leader in a Wretched Prison - Chapter 139

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Chapter 139

 

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“The trial content completely changed?”

 

After the trial ended, people gathered together.

 

The assembled faces were diverse, to say the least.

 

First, there were the top floor prisoners who had been helplessly bound by Ramona’s Kia just moments ago. Among them were those who followed Deril.

 

There was Deril, the former Master of the 95th Floor who had been defeated by Helios.

 

Not only that, but other prisoners who followed Deril—those who could be considered executives—were also present.

 

Thump thump!

 

Someone couldn’t hold back and pounded the table. It was a large man.

 

“What the hell, why does only that woman get special treatment? The Tower has never done anything like this before…!”

 

“Why can that woman do what even the Boss couldn’t!”

 

“Isn’t it because she’s completely insane? The Tower probably only likes crazy bastards.”

 

“Damn, that makes sense and it’s annoying.”

 

While everyone was busy discussing the situation Ramona had stirred up on her own.

 

Someone quietly raised their hand.

 

“Um, discussions are fine, meetings are fine, everything’s fine. But when are you going to introduce our new guests?”

 

It was a woman with blue hair.

 

Her name was ‘Melanie’, and she had disheveled curly hair left wild. She was a prisoner who had reached the 89th Floor.

 

“If you brought them, introduce them, introduce them.”

 

Where she nodded her head, Ged’s Group sat with somewhat tense expressions.

 

To be precise, only Ged and Seth looked tense, excluding Haira and Brett. Ged’s expression was closer to wariness than nervousness.

 

Unlike his usual foolish behavior of talking about being a man, he had the steadfast look of a doberman guarding its master and home.

 

And next to Ged’s Group sat Mint, lounging leisurely as if showing off.

 

“Yaaawn.”

 

Next to Mint, who yawned slowly as if bored, sat Helios, looking around with a prickly expression.

 

‘Somehow…’

 

Haira glanced at the two of them, thinking that while their expressions were different.

 

Their atmosphere had somehow become quite similar.

 

That is, they seemed to look down on this place quite a bit?

 

Sure enough, Mint, who was sitting right next to Haira, yawned again.

 

Helios, who had been looking around, suddenly spoke up.

 

“What a mess.”

 

Mint stopped mid-yawn and nodded.

 

“I agree.”

 

Crackle.

 

As soon as their conversation ended, Haira felt sharp Kia directed this way. It was filled with killing intent.

 

Those with some skill had gathered. There was no one who couldn’t hear the conversation between the two.

 

Moreover, they didn’t even try to lower their voices.

 

“…These are the ‘collaborators’ who will be joining us this time.”

 

When Deril raised her hand, the killing intent subsided, but it still remained.

 

That was the nature of prisoners, after all.

 

Those who could not be perfectly obedient.

 

Those who came here because they violated social norms, laws, and human morality.

 

Of course, there were those who came here unjustly, but the fact that this was a prison where the worst criminals gathered didn’t change.

 

‘…A place without good and evil.’

 

Even someone who seemed good here might have been the worst kind of criminal on the outside.

 

Haira raised her head while reflecting on this obvious fact.

 

“Collaborators? Aren’t they just newcomers? They look frozen stiff, just like cute little shits.”

 

“Hey. Hey. Not little shits, puppies. Puppies! You’re causing a misunderstanding.”

 

“Ah, fuck. Right, little shits!”

 

As soon as Deril finished speaking, a man and woman who had spoken up started bickering.

 

The target of their words was Seth. Naturally realizing they were talking about him, Seth quietly sidled up to Ged.

 

“Haha, just like Boss said, it’s really a mess…”

 

“You be quiet.”

 

Haira cut off Brett’s words. He was probably going to say “a mess.”

 

Haira was quicker to read the situation than Brett. The only reason Helios could say those words was because he had defeated their boss.

 

Did they say he became the Master of the 95th Floor?

 

He had gone to a place far beyond reach now.

 

“Giggle, are those kids well-balanced? I like the quick-witted one.”

 

It was Melanie, the blue-haired woman who had first brought up the guest introduction.

 

“…”

 

While everyone was chattering incoherently, Haira noticed someone’s gaze.

 

When she turned her head, she saw a man with dark gray hair.

 

He looked about five years older than Seth, but when you looked at his eyes alone, he seemed very young.

 

He was a man with a strange atmosphere.

 

Moreover, the way he stared without even blinking wasn’t quite normal.

 

It was strange that he gave off an innocent feeling at the same time.

 

“Everyone be quiet.”

 

At Deril’s single word, it became quiet all at once. Deril glanced around briefly, then blinked.

 

With Kia responding to the commotion, one of the lanterns that had briefly gone out lit up again.

 

“As you probably heard as soon as you arrived, that crazy event is going to happen on the top floor. All you have to do is enjoy yourselves.”

 

“Tch, does it look enjoyable? I can’t figure out what that crazy bitch is thinking.”

 

“When has Ramona ever moved with thought? She just moves however she pleases. Crazy bitch.”

 

“Yes. Next prisoner who almost died to that crazy bitch.”

 

“Why are you picking fights since earlier?”

 

“Just shut up. Let Deril speak. You insubordinate bastard.”

 

“….”

 

Deril waited for the prisoners below her to quiet down again before continuing.

 

“Anyway, those bastards on the 90th floor and below are just told to watch the guys above run around in circles.”

 

“…Deril got pissed off because of you, you bastard.”

 

A woman quietly scolded the man who had been grumbling continuously. The man shut his mouth and lowered his head while pretending to clear his throat.

 

“Deril, what does the Boss plan to do?”

 

“Execution is in 3 days. Taking one floor in the meantime would be easy. If we do it, the 94th or 96th floor would be good. They’re extremists who follow Ramona.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“But I don’t plan to do that.”

 

Haira quietly watched how the meeting was proceeding.

 

There must be a reason why Mint and Helios had dragged even those people here to sit down.

 

Haira was concentrating when she noticed a gaze reaching her again. She thought it was that strange gray-haired man.

 

It wasn’t.

 

Sir ‘Garret’ was looking at her. Somehow, Haira felt that his gaze seemed to be saying ‘you’re doing well’ toward her.

 

‘…Did he take medicine?’

 

She thought her eyes were mistaken.

 

Praise? Praise?

 

But it wasn’t a mistake. Soon Haira realized.

 

…He had changed.

 

Garret had changed. At least from what she had first seen of him.

 

Who had brought about this change that came like a gentle rain soaking through? The obvious answer was sitting next to Garret.

 

At the meeting table, Deril’s words continued.

 

“Instead of taking the Floor Master position, I won’t participate in Ramona’s tournament.”

 

“Huh? What, Deril. Are you giving up now? Should we all live as Ramona’s dogs?”

 

“My one eye is too precious for that.”

 

“….”

 

“And Ramona isn’t the Boss.”

 

Deril’s gaze briefly turned toward where ‘Garret’ was. Haira noticed this.

 

“Right, right. We have to wait until the Boss comes.”

 

“Maybe if it were that bastard Clark. But I can’t stand seeing that bitch Ramona sitting on my head.”

 

Everyone naturally nodded their heads.

 

“Instead of becoming Floor Master, during the tournament. I’ll hit Ramona’s underlings.”

 

“….”

 

“When all the matches are over, only she will be left for Ramona.”

 

Ramona’s Followers were naturally mostly pleasure criminals.

 

At the same time, they were like reeds who would naturally switch sides when they realized the tide had changed.

 

Among them, there were people of concern, and most would participate in the tournament.

 

Deril planned to deal with those who weren’t participants from the outside.

 

When Deril’s story ended, the prisoners below either nodded their heads or some even clapped.

 

Haira wiped the cold sweat from the back of her neck.

 

I could feel a gaze. This time it wasn’t from Sir Garret.

 

“And by the way… when we hit those Ramona bastards, I’ll move together with those collaborators over there.”

 

“Hm? They look weak. Will they even be helpful?”

 

“They will be.”

 

An unfamiliar voice interjected.

 

The gaze that had been constantly looking toward Haira. It was a man with dark gray hair.

 

Despite his handsome face, he had a low voice that sounded metallic.

 

“There’s a psychic type over there.”

 

“Hm? Psychic type? Didn’t all those guys attach themselves to Hades?”

 

“There’s one over there too. Pretty strong.”

 

The dark gray-haired man stood up from his seat.

 

“The scent is very thick.”

 

Only then did Haira realize.

 

What the dark gray-haired man had been looking at all along wasn’t her.

 

It was Sir Garret. She had just mistaken it because his gaze and the Kia he emanated were so intense.

 

“And it’s a nostalgic scent?”

 

“Hey, hey, hey! Twins!”

 

“Hey, Twins, that bastard’s about to have another episode! Stop him!”

 

The man too easily shook off or kicked away his colleagues who tried to grab him, then leaped like a cat to reach Garret.

 

Soon, Haira’s mouth as well as those of Ged’s Group fell wide open as if they had made a promise.

 

“I missed you.”

 

The metallic voice instantly became a clear, beautiful tone. The voice was like… a child’s.

 

“Didn’t you miss me?”

 

The man who had reached out embraced Sir Garret just like that.

 

“I missed you.”

 

While everyone was surprised, only the man called ‘Twins’ earnestly rubbed his head against Garret’s shoulder.

 

He looked like a child, or perhaps like an excited puppy or a purring cat.

 

Haira shot up from her seat.

 

‘A rival, is this a rival!’

 

No, this wasn’t the time for such thoughts. Haira instinctively looked at Helios.

 

But even before that.

 

CRASH!

 

The spot where the man had been was dented. The man was no longer in that place.

 

The man called ‘Twins’ tilted his head.

 

“What are you?”

 

An innocent voice.

 

Across from him, Helios was glaring at him with a murderous expression, his fist clenched tight.

 

He looked like he was about to explode.

 

“Don’t touch him.”

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