The S-Rank Warden Devours the Academy - Chapter 111

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Chapter 111

“What on earth happened here…?”
Hae-seong’s voice emerged thin and strained.
He’d rushed to the Research Lab at Yeom Sa-hyeon’s late-night summons, expecting something urgent.
But nothing could have prepared him for the gruesome scene that awaited him.
Blood everywhere, painting the room in crimson.
Though his mind insisted Yeom Sa-hyeon couldn’t be responsible, the evidence before his eyes left no room for doubt.
“S-surely you didn’t call me here to help cover this up…?”
Hae-seong’s imagination spiraled toward the worst conclusion, his fingers curling into his hair.
“What are you talking about?”
Yeom Sa-hyeon exhaled softly, his voice settling into a languid drawl.
“Get your head straight. If you’ve got a Potion, hand it over.”
“Pardon? A P-Potion?”
“We can’t leave him like this.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon gestured dismissively with his chin.
Only then did Hae-seong’s gaze follow toward the sofa.
On the carpet beneath it—stained with drops of blood—lay a young man, his body marred by bruises of every shade and spatters of gore.
…….
Hae-seong swallowed hard.
All the notorious rumors surrounding Interrogators came flooding back.
‘Is he really torturing him and then healing him with Potions, over and over…?’
Such cruel interrogation methods…!
Were the baseless horror stories actually real?
“Well?”
“Y-yes, of course. My apologies.”
But at Yeom Sa-hyeon’s quiet prod, Hae-seong’s instincts took over, and he dropped all resistance.
He quickly withdrew a recovery Potion from his Inventory, drawing from his supplies.
“Here you are.”
Ha Jin, taking the Potion bottle, looked back and forth between Hae-seong and it with a sullen expression.
His wariness was plain to see, yet he tightened his grip on the bottle and nodded curtly.
“Thank you.”
“??”
Hae-seong hesitated, bewildered, as he was about to hand over the Potion.
A man who’d clearly been beaten senseless was thanking him—the apparent accomplice of his attacker.
But Ha Jin simply snatched the Potion from his hand, uncorked it, and drained the transparent liquid in one long gulp.
“……!”
His eyes widened.
The moment the Potion slid down his throat, its effects rippled outward through his entire body.
Every aching, tearing muscle suddenly burned with intense warmth.
The strange sensation of organs sliding back into their proper places, as if guided by invisible hands.
“…Ah.”
Ha Jin wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, exhaling a low murmur of wonder.
‘……This is on a completely different level from what they gave us at the Fighting Arena.’
There, too, staff members had distributed something called a Potion after each bout.
But those had never aided recovery so immediately.
They were merely emergency aid, cheap remedies to keep fighters from dying on the spot.
The stadium shop did sell Potions for athletes, but everything cost money.
For someone like Ha Jin, just starting out in the ring, such prices were unimaginable.
“…I’ve never had anything like this before.”
Ha Jin let out a breath, far more relaxed than before, then carefully gauged Yeom Sa-hyeon’s reaction.
Noticing the bloodstains on the floor, he glanced cautiously at Hae-seong and spoke.
“Give him some too.”
“What?”
Hae-seong blinked reflexively at the request, and Ha Jin cast another meaningful glance toward Yeom Sa-hyeon.
“You were bleeding pretty badly back there.”
“……! Pardon?!”
Hae-seong spun around, startled, to look at Yeom Sa-hyeon.
“Sa-hyeon?!”
No, why is Sa-hyeon bleeding like that…!
Sa-hyeon’s face remained as indifferent as always.
Beside him, Yu-wol stood with drooping ears like a dejected hound, carefully tending to a handkerchief stained red with blood.
‘After Sa-hyeon hit him, he probably didn’t bother cleaning up the blood so kindly.’
So that blood….
Hae-seong’s eyes trembled uncontrollably.
“A mere potion does nothing for me but add a vitamin or two. Drinking it would only ruin my palate.”
Sa-hyeon declined in an unconcerned voice.
Ha Jin’s eyes narrowed with irritation.
“…That’s pretty tasteless….”
“What did you just say to your teacher?”
Yu-wol’s eyes snapped open, reacting immediately to Ha Jin’s words.
Ha Jin flinched at the murderous glint in Yu-wol’s gaze but pressed his lips shut and shrugged.
“??”
Hae-seong watched the exchange in confusion.
For a situation he’d imagined as gruesome, the atmosphere was oddly light.
Hae-seong’s mind began rapidly reassessing what was happening.
‘…There was another time Sa-hyeon bled like this.’
When he’d first brought Yu-wol in.
Hae-seong narrowed his eyes and asked.
“Sa-hyeon, is this person perhaps in a similar condition to Yu-wol?”
The circumstances were far too alike.
There had been an incident when Sa-hyeon forcibly tried to pry open the seal in Yu-wol’s mind, and the backlash had caused him to cough up blood.
This young man, like Yu-wol, clearly had an artificially imposed memory seal, and Sa-hyeon had suffered internal injuries from recklessly attempting to examine it.
The stronger the force that strikes, the greater the rebound—that was the rule.
Of course, the question of why the man’s body was in such a state remained unanswered.
“Probably.”
Sa-hyeon gave a casual confirmation.
“But where did you suddenly bring him from? What’s his identity, really….”
‘I can’t believe there’s another case like Yu-wol….’
He said he’d step out briefly with Yu-wol, but where on earth did he bring this person from!
Hae-seong hadn’t even finished pouring out his questions.
Sa-hyeon answered lightly.
“Lee Ha-je’s younger brother, apparently.”
“What?!”
Lee Ha-je? Why is that name suddenly coming up here!
Hae-seong’s mouth fell open.
“No blood relation, though.”
Ha Jin added matter-of-factly.
Then he bowed his head slightly toward Hae-seong, his tone more subdued.
“I’m Ha Jin.”
“Y-your name is similar too?!”
“I changed it after meeting my brother. The original name the Director gave me didn’t hold much meaning anyway.”
Ha Jin shrugged dismissively.
“I… I see….”
No matter how sharp Hae-seong was, a conversation with so many holes in it left him unable to grasp the full situation.
As Hae-seong’s mind grew tangled with confusion, Sa-hyeon spoke.
“Now pull up that one’s Status Window.”
“Yes, Sa-hyeon.”
Hae-seong exhaled slowly as if steadying his breath, then fixed his gaze on Ha Jin and activated the skill.
But just as it had been with Yu-wol, no window appeared.
Hae-seong’s shoulders sagged.
“It still won’t come up.”
“He wouldn’t be registered.”
Sa-hyeon clicked his tongue sharply.
He’d checked on the off chance, but it was as expected.
His gaze drifted slowly toward Ha Jin.
“What’s your Attribute? Main skills?”
Ha Jin narrowed his eyes, as if searching his memory.
“…I don’t even know the name of my Attribute. The main skills I have are Bone Reinforcement and a Resistance Skill, maybe?”
As Ha Jin mumbled uncertainly, Yeom Sa-hyeon let out a sigh.
“So you threw him into the ring without even knowing what his Attribute was….”
This was precisely why Ha Jin’s combat technique had been so clumsy.
Since he didn’t properly understand what power he possessed, he naturally couldn’t figure out how to use it.
The deeper one’s comprehension of their own power, the more effortlessly they could wield it.
‘Bone Reinforcement is a common enough skill.’
“What exactly is this Resistance Skill?”
“Nothing special, really. When my stamina drops to its limit, I become several times stronger than normal. Of course, after that I collapse and lose consciousness….”
“Ah. So that’s how you managed to throw your opponent like that during the match?”
“…Yeah, I suppose so.”
Ha Jin answered sheepishly, recalling the moment he’d hurled his opponent in front of Yeom Sa-hyeon.
It seemed the organizers had figured out Ha Jin’s skill set roughly enough to deliberately withhold weapons from him.
‘They were angling for a dramatic reversal at the crucial moment.’
If they showed a man getting beaten senseless suddenly flip the tables, those who’d placed bets would go wild, eyes bulging with fervor.
“Um…….”
Hae-seong, who’d been listening silently to the two of them, mulled over Yeom Sa-hyeon’s words and let out a small question.
“A match, you say?”
“Ah, I didn’t mention that.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon exhaled softly and replied without much concern.
“I picked him up from the Fighting Arena.”
Ha Jin’s face twisted irritably, as if to protest.
“…Why are you talking about me like I’m some stray you found?”
Meanwhile, Hae-seong had to swallow another gasp of alarm.
“……You picked him up from where?”
A Fighting Arena? Did such a place even exist?
Hearing Yeom Sa-hyeon’s cold tone, it was clear this wasn’t a legal establishment.
“Anyway, Yoon Hae-seong, you probably understand most of the situation already….”
Yeom Sa-hyeon began explaining slowly from the beginning.
Right up to when he’d met Ha Jin at the Fighting Arena, following the Badge’s vibration.
“Hmm…….”
After hearing the full account, Hae-seong blinked blankly.
‘No wonder his wounds were so severe!!’
It was an enormous relief that they weren’t marks from Yeom Sa-hyeon’s interrogation, but why did every person he brought always seem so far from ordinary?
As Yeom Sa-hyeon’s antics grew increasingly bold in scope, Hae-seong felt his lifeline burning in real time.
“Yoon Hae-seong, you go to the Association head tomorrow morning and bring back some documents.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon gave the instruction casually, hands thrust into his pockets.
Hae-seong barely managed to hold onto his sanity as Yeom Sa-hyeon turned to leave and asked, “What documents, sir?”
“Academy admission papers.”
“……Pardon?”
Yeom Sa-hyeon made the bombshell announcement flatly.
“Ha Jin starts at the Academy tomorrow.”
“What?!”
Hae-seong’s eyes went wide.
“…….”
Lee Yu-wol, who’d been maintaining a poker face beside Yeom Sa-hyeon, twitched ever so slightly.
But the one truly taken aback was the person directly involved.
Ha Jin had frozen in shock before poking his own chest with his index finger and raising his voice.
“……Me?!”

S-Rank Prison Guard Devours the Academy · Episode 111

Author
Baek Ru-ga
Publisher
Daon Creative
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Yoon Tae-ri
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