Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 390

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 390

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 390: The Worst Torture (1)

Several more months passed since then. The changes that occurred during the end-of-month evaluations were not just temporary; they had become an expected occurrence.

1st place. Task completion rate 114%.

1st place. Task completion rate 121%.

1st place. Task completion rate 136%.

1st place. Task completion rate 142%.

1st place. Task completion rate 155%.

1st place. Task completion rate 161%.

1st place. Task completion rate 178%.

1st place. Task completion rate 185%.

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With the steadily increasing records of exceeding targets, the lower-ranked supervisors could only stare in amazement. Now, there was no one among them who disregarded Garam’s achievements.

Treating each other as comrades became natural, and those who wanted to be friendly approached Garam first.

“Hey, Garam. You were first place again this month, huh?”

“It seems like every prisoner under your watch is as disciplined as can be.”

“What’s your secret, anyway?”

“Let’s play some poker after dinner.”

The first ones to act friendly were surprisingly the same ones who tried bullying Garam.

Gradually, more and more followed suit. However, there were still those who maintained a certain distance, then and now.

Kirko was one of them.

“......”

The one who always secured first place suddenly became perpetually second at some point. Since then, Kirko had been observing Garam.

Quietly eating her meal, Kirko recalled Garam’s methods from a few months ago.

“Everyone, attention!”

A guard burst into the mess hall. It was a mid-level Captain, the rank Vikir was currently aiming for.

“A riot has broken out! All guards currently on duty and those waiting to be deployed, gather! Even those who have just finished their shifts, assemble immediately!”

The atmosphere inside the mess hall tensed up at the alarming news. And sure enough, the Major delivered a shocking statement.

“A riot! Level 8!”

The riot caused by Level 8 inmates.

It was different from the riots instigated by lower-level guards on Level 1 or Level 2. The lower-ranked guards’ faces turned pale, and even the intermediate guards hardened their expressions.

The Captain spoke, his voice tinged with cold sweat. “The reason we’re gathering all guards, even the lower-ranked ones, is because of the tactical situation. With the high-ranking guards absent, it’s necessary.”

D’Ordume and Souare were gone to the surface. It was due to a shortage of escort personnel, as dictated by Prison Warden Orca.

“Lieutenant Colonel BDISSEM and Lieutenant Colonel Flubber are not here as well... Major Black tounge is too risky, as you all know. We’ll have to handle it ourselves somehow.”

Even the Captain-ranked guards were intimidated by the riot of Level 8 inmates. Naturally, the lower-ranked guards could only watch without daring to intervene.

Then, there was a sound of scraping chairs.

All eyes turned to see Garam walking out casually. It was an immediate and unworried response, without any hesitation or concern.

Then, there was a thud!

Someone grabbed Garam’s wrist. It was Kirko, who had been observing him from a diagonal table.

“Hey, are you insane?” she muttered softly. “It’s Level 8. Going there means certain death.”

“What do you suggest we do then? It’s an order.”

“...,” Kirko fell silent at Garam’s words. After all, one couldn’t refuse a command. Especially when the probability of certain death was over 98%.

“Let’s go see what the situation is for now.”

Garam walked with a calm demeanor. His attitude was so serene that he seemed like someone heading to a good place for a good reason.

Eventually, the other lower-ranked guards reluctantly rose from their seats. Orders were orders, and disobedience wasn’t an option in Nouvellebag.

Everyone walked through the corridors with anxiety and apprehension. And leading the group was Garam.

Unlike the others, whose eyes betrayed their unease, Vikir’s gaze remained calm and steady, flickering with anticipation.

‘Perhaps this will be a good opportunity.’

What could be as helpful for one’s career advancement as a riot among high-level inmates?

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]