Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 365

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 365

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 365: Castle of the Deep Sea (3)

The formalities were all over. The bodies of the deceased prisoners were tossed like trash beneath the cliffs under the volcano.

Since they were not officially ‘executed’, nobody cared about the situation of the prisoners reported as ‘alive and incarcerated’ in the records on the surface.

They would remain bureaucratically trapped in this prison even after death. On the other hand, the surviving prisoners from the arrival announcements were assigned floors and rooms.

Vikir, who had received a life sentence of over 3,000 times and showed a casual attitude during belongings inspection, health check, and bathing, was naturally assigned to ‘Level Nine’.

...Clang!

Vikir found himself trapped in a cramped room. Level Nine meant solitary confinement by default.

Surprisingly, the atmosphere in the room was ordinary. It was a chamber built of large black bricks, with bars made of a substance called BDISSEM, which absorbed mana and physical force, covering the entire chamber.

‘So, it seems I won’t be chiseling bricks with a spoon anytime soon.’

The BDISSEM bars were not only tightly spaced but covered the ceiling, walls, and floor, making escape an impossible dream.

Even if one managed to break through the wall or floor, it would lead to the seabed 10,000 meters below, rendering digging meaningless.

Drip-drip-drip- Cold water droplets fell between the bricks. It was heavily salted water, saturating the air with extreme humidity, making Vikir feel sticky all over.

The dark, cold, damp aura filled not only the cell but also the entire corridor.

Inside the chamber, there was nothing. Just an empty cuboid space devoid of even basic bedding or utensils.

Yet Vikir’s assessment was somewhat positive. ‘It’s a livable place, relatively speaking.’

Compared to the hellish battlefields he had traversed during the era of destruction, this situation could be considered comfortable.

As Vikir muttered quietly to himself...

Thud!

The heavy iron door across trembled loudly.

Creak-creak-creak- Nearly a hundred guards had to exert themselves to open it

Inmates were likely coming back from forced labor outside.

Huh, huh! Huffing... puffing...

“Ugh...”

“Gruhh... ugh...”

The state of the prisoners returning from forced labor was uniformly dismal.

“By the way, if you refuse to work or resist the guards’ control, it’s straight to solitary confinement. Don’t think there’s a floor worse than Level Nine.”

Garam seemed to address Vikir specifically.

Vikir listened and nodded slowly. The solitary confinement mentioned by that guard must be a completely different concept from the solitary confinement Vikir was in.

“It’s solitary confinement. A dreadful place. I heard it’s almost impossible to come out alive once you’re locked in there... And there’s supposedly only one prisoner in Nouvellebag who could endure it.”

As Vikir recalled various pieces of information he had heard before his regression, a sudden exclamation interrupted his thoughts.

“Oh, they’re coming! They’re coming!”

“Everyone, move aside! You might get eaten if you’re not careful!”

The low-level floor prisoners returning from their labor recoiled in terror as black shadows stretched across the horizon, large or small, or monstrously huge.

“They’re the Level Nine prisoners who have just finished their work in the center of the labor yard.”

When all eyes were focused on the returning Level Nine prisoners...

Vikir, seemingly indifferent, turned his head and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

“Hey, guard. Do we have newspapers here by any chance?”

The guard, who had been tense with sweat beading on his forehead, turned his head as if dumbfounded, then replied incredulously.

“Newspapers? Why would you, a prisoner, be interested in such a precious thing?”

“Newspapers are precious? I didn’t know that.”

“Information from the outside world is valuable, no matter what it is. Especially something like newspapers. Even guards can’t easily access them; only guard chiefs or a few privileged individuals can read them.”

The connection with the outside world was that valuable and dangerous. At least that was the case in Nouvellebag.

Vikir clicked his tongue with a hint of disappointment.

“Whether you’re a prisoner or a guard, being trapped here is essentially the same.”

To this remark, Garam put his hands on his hips, looking puzzled. But he didn’t draw the truncheon from his belt.

“...Tomorrow, even that luxury will disappear.”

No matter how demonic the prisoners trapped in Level Nine might be, once they tasted the labor in Nouvellebag, they would likely be completely overwhelmed.

This was a prison named after the once hotter-than-any-volcano, Nouvellebag. Though it had now become Mount Sahwa, the geothermal energy trapped inside was as hellish as ever.

Starting tomorrow, for Vikir, who had to dig into it, especially the deepest and hottest areas, Garam silently expressed condolences in his heart.

Even monsters trapped in Level Nine often perished here.

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]