I Became a Leader in a Wretched Prison - Chapter 86

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Chapter 86

Well, anyway, in a structure where teams are bound to fall apart.

There’s ultimately only one answer for climbing up smoothly.

Trust. Colleagues. Faith.

If you trust your colleagues, if you believe and join forces. And if you’re strong on top of that. You can climb up.

I turned toward Helios.

‘To think they made it so the Prisoners’ Den can’t survive without a Hero.’

What bad taste.

If Helios hadn’t been there, Ged’s Group would have ended up living no differently from the other Prisoners.

“I thought it would be easy…”

“In the end, don’t we just need to keep beating the Floor Masters?!”

I wonder about that.

Beating Floor Masters isn’t just about recklessly charging in and crushing them like on the 41st Floor.

“By the way, when a Floor Master sets rules and proposes a game, challengers are obligated to accept. You’ll hear about this on the 42nd Floor too.”

They don’t know how dirty and despicable this can get. That’s why they can say such things.

Each member of Ged’s Group fell into thought or became serious for different reasons.

“If you’ve all earnestly realized this, you must have learned one more thing.”

I clapped halfheartedly.

Helios naturally stood up from his seat, either understanding what I was going to say or not.

“Where are you going?”

“…”

“Let’s roll around until we’re dead today too.”

* * *

That night.

When the Prison was shrouded in darkness. During the time when Prisoners should be sleeping, the Guards actually became busier.

It was to prevent other crimes that might occur under cover of night.

Of course, there were no crazy bastards attempting Prison Break in this place.

Instead, there were beatings and violence between Prisoners, fraud, deals… Various crimes that never ceased even within the Prison.

Of course, crimes weren’t the only things that proceeded under cover of night.

A shadow moves stealthily.

“This way, you maggot.”

The person who briefly revealed himself from the building’s shadow was the Guard who had come to fetch Mint before. It was Sergeant Robson.

Tsk, am I really at the rank to come fetch some Low-ranking Guard?

Robson inwardly grumbled and never stopped complaining.

But it was an order from the lord he followed like the Sky.

‘Damn annoying bastard.’

How dare he. The low-ranking guard was grinning with gleaming eyes.

“Bring him back intact. It’ll be troublesome if he gets hurt.”

If his master hadn’t said this beforehand, Robson would have plucked out one of those insolent eyes first.

Robson soon knocked on the door, bringing the insolent human along.

“I’ve brought him.”

“….”

“Lord Hades.”

Hades, who had been leaning loosely against his desk looking at documents, raised his head.

His slouched posture and curved back made him appear crumpled.

He smiled leisurely.

“Come in. You can leave.”

Robson bowed his head without showing any complaint to Hades.

Only Hades had recognized and fulfilled his inadequate desire for rank. He would continue to follow Hades like the sky.

The heavy door closed silently.

“A good night for a secret meeting, isn’t it?”

Under the moonlight, pale skin contrasted with blood-red eyes.

Gently swaying, red kia rippled seductively beside the man standing before Hades.

It was beautiful like red paint dissolved in water, but this was poison to kia ability users.

Poison that corrupts the mind.

The man swallowed his breath. He had met people like Sergeant Robson who treated him like vermin as naturally as breathing.

So it didn’t matter.

‘…Is this the first time seeing him since coming to this place?’

But the man before his eyes was different from those like Robson who treated him like a parasite.

Hades lowered his head again to finish reading the documents in his hand.

“I was just looking at this. I heard your name before, but I was busy for a while and forgot.”

The document Hades held was a personnel report. He set it aside for a moment, then picked it up again.

“Right, your name is ‘Brett’?”

Brett swallowed his breath. He endured his trembling body with his whole being due to tension.

“…Yes, that’s correct.”

He wanted to smile, but barely managing his expression was the best he could do.

This fear must be what the room’s owner desired.

“You’re the second one. I was too indifferent to someone who trusted me and came here. I’m sorry.”

“N-no, sir.”

He wanted to say it was an honor just to be remembered, but his mouth was stuck shut and wouldn’t open.

Hades, who raised his head, showed a surprised expression.

‘Not bad….’

Yes, he was holding up quite well.

From what he could see, his skills weren’t particularly useful. Well, they weren’t bad for that grade level. But he had no potential to reach the top.

But he was withstanding that pressure remarkably well, at least at an equal level.

‘That guard.’

‘Garret Binson’ certainly had skills too valuable to waste as a low-ranking guard.

And since Brett had infiltrated next to the target, he would have seen that guard every day.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

Hades feigned harmlessness.

“What we promised remains valid, then and now.”

Recently, the Warden’s summons for Hades had become frequent. As if trying to prevent Hades from focusing on any one thing.

The intention was so transparent it was almost laughable.

No, the Warden must know it too. It was a warning. That’s what it was.

A signal not to look for Mint.

And the Warden’s actions had finally gotten on Hades’ nerves.

The faction led by Hades and the faction led by the Warden were extremely different from each other.

Just as the Warden knew him, Hades also knew the cards that could shake the Warden.

“Brett.”

A leisurely voice pretending to be affectionate echoed through the room.

Brett, who had barely managed to smile, bowed his head. At the gentle coercion to raise his head, Brett lifted his eyes.

“Does your wish remain unchanged?”

Brett moistened his lips and answered.

“…Yes, it does.”

“Yes, you must save your noble house.”

Laughter flickered in Hades’ eyes.

Compassion and sympathy crossed his face. Like the day he had saved Brett who had lost everything. Hades was the messiah of such people.

Brett didn’t know that all of this was emotion crafted to seem like truth.

“Come to think of it, how nice.”

“…Pardon? Ah, I’m sorry.”

Brett, who had reflexively questioned, hastily corrected himself.

Hades’ smiling face changed subtly.

“There’s someone in the same situation nearby. That guard is also a victim of serial murder, just like you. He lost his family. How pitiful…”

Brett’s narrowed eyes widened for an instant.

He hurriedly composed his expression. Thanks to his effort, he could quickly feign calm.

“I won’t speak at length.”

A paper fell from Hades’ hand.

“Betray them.”

A gentle voice.

“Kill them.”

“…”

“Or destroy them.”

He already knew who the target was. He had heard it when the mission began.

Brett had come to this place long ago to receive compensation in exchange for following the single command that would someday be given.

“I accept.”

He was a tool. A tool that had sold his own body.

Even so, it was certainly surprising. To think that ‘Garret’, who was always so detached, had a past like his own?

But.

…It didn’t matter. It had to be that way.

“I’ll trust you.”

The words urging coercion were gentle. Even as the Red Kia bound his body like vines, Brett stood still.

“Yes, my lord.”

After Brett left, Hades’ body disappeared silently.

He had only used his Illusion Ability to make it appear as if he was there.

So that even if discovered, he would suffer no harm.

The empty room.

The Personnel Report that had fallen to the floor began burning silently.

[Brett Sturgis (Alias: Brett Boehmer)]

Special Notes: Older brother deceased (murdered), close friend Josh Vinson (murdered)

Characteristics: Vulnerable to Brainwashing

Whoosh.

After the completely burned paper disappeared, nothing remained.

* * *

Several days passed.

As for the 42nd Floor, we passed it similarly to the 41st Floor. Which is to say it was easy.

Since rumors had spread widely after passing the 41st Floor, we were greeted by people who were extremely tense from the moment we entered the 42nd Floor.

“H-how about we attack as soon as we enter? If we subdue them to the point of being unable to fight, wouldn’t the 42nd Floor be easy too?!”

Seth came up with a trick.

If we couldn’t refuse the game proposed by the Floor Master. Then let’s subdue them before they could even state the rules.

Just like on the 41st Floor.

Well, the intention was good, but…

“I-I propose a game!”

It was useless.

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