Chapter 361: Ghost Castle of the Ultra-Deep Sea (1)

Chapter 361: Ghost Castle of the Ultra-Deep Sea (1)

It is the coldest, hottest, roughest, foulest, and harshest place in the world.

God cut it off from the rest of the world, separating it from the sunlight forever.

It is a hell that no one can imagine.

No words or illustrations can fully convey the horrors of Nouvelle Vague, and its unique and grotesque atmosphere can only be felt by breathing its air.

People of the world, please do not sin. If you have already committed it, find a way to repent as soon as possible.

For Nouvelle Vague, the Great Prison of the Deep, awaits you at the bottom of the abyss of unknown depths with its mouth open!

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At the bottom of a deep, deep trench in the ultra-deep sea.

A castle rises high above a thick forest of black seaweed.

A yellowish-blue light glows eerily like the luminescence of a deep-sea fish on the peak of an extinct volcano.

It was the very nature of the Nouvelle Vague, a dilapidated old castle made of giant cube-shaped bricks stacked on top of each other.

...teoeong! kung!

The coffin containing Vikir was dropped onto the very top of the main castle, onto a huge circular iron gate.

A ghost castle of the Ultra Deep Sea, Its interior is dug deep into the social mountain.

Vikir surveyed the landscape outside through the eyes of Decarabia.

'...This is the Gate of Good and Evil.'

The huge circular iron gate was tens of meters in diameter.

The material seemed to be an alloy of adamantium and orthoharcon, like the vaults of the Bourgeois he had seen before, and he dared not imagine its thickness and weight.

White on the left, black on the right. There is only one meaning to this antithetical placement of colors.

'The Gate of Good and Evil'. The final boundary between good and evil.

It was the main gate and symbol of the Nouvelle Vague.

And now.

rl-gigigigigi!

The door slowly began to rotate 180 degrees.

Like the lid of a manhole, the open door slowly flipped up and down, sucking the coffin containing Vikir into the castle's interior along with the seawater.

Beneath the gates of good and evil, an unidentifiable sticky, mucousy membrane could be seen, which appeared to be blocking the influx of seawater. Điscover new chapters at novelhall.com

The windows throughout the castle were also covered with the same clear slime.

kwakwang! ...cheolsseog!

The coffin containing Vikir fell to the hard ground with a heavy splash.

By this time, the coffin had been molded to Vikir's size like a suit of iron.

Next, Vikir felt sinister hands twist the lid open.

"....We have arrived."

Vikir stuck his head out as soon as the coffin lid opened.

The interior of the Nouvelle Vague's true nature came into view.

The floors, walls, and ceiling are pitch-black. The atmosphere was cold, dank, and dreary, as befits a castle built in the depths of the sea.

Guards in black uniforms peeked out from under the brims of their hats.

"... 'Night Hound'. Is this the last resident?"

He heard the burly guard in front of him mutter.

He had a large burn scar on his face and a nameplate on his chest that read 'Garm Nord'.

The prisoners about to be admitted giggled and murmured among themselves.

"I was sentenced to eight years in this place, this is awful."

"Shit, I got a 13-year sentence, this means that if you live on earth, you will have to rot in bread for 130 years! I'd rather serve my sentence here short and sweet."

"Tsk tsk tsk... I'm a life sentence. Fuck, you want me to live in this shitty place for the rest of my life?"

"They are young chicks, you do realize that life imprisonment has a count, right? I've served three life sentences."

The prisoners were engaged in a nerve-wracking battle, matching each other's strength and brutality.

One in particular drew all the attention.

He was huge, with black spots covering his body, and facial features like a demon.

There was no one among them who did not know him.

'Sakkuth De Leviathan'. His earthly nickname was 'Plague Leper'.

An extremely evil criminal who was expelled from the Leviathan family for his outrageous human experimentation, the bounty on his head once reaching 11 figures.

He grinned, baring sharp teeth.

"Have you ever heard of a plague called the Red Death, child? It was created by this very body."

Recognized as a danger by the Empire, Sakkuth was sentenced to life imprisonment, 666 times over, and imprisoned here in Nouvelle Vague.

He now resides on Level 1 to wait for the news of admission, but he is not the person who was originally supposed to be here.

When he opens his mouth to speak, the mouths of the prisoners around him shut in unison.

As if enjoying the heavy silence, Sakkuth continued.

"We even completed clinical trials on the indigenous people of the jungle. Out of nowhere, Quovadis intervened and messed things up. ugh... It's a shame. It was an opportunity to see the pandemic, an infectious disease spreading at an all-time high. Uhuk-uhuk-uhuk."

Clean. There was one more unique thing about him besides his appearance and biography.

He'd come in as a self-declared prisoner.

"Grrrr! I came here of my own volition to meet 'Him', So, we are on a different level from minnows like you who were forcibly brought in."

Sakkuth was ignoring not only the prisoners who were to share in the ceremony, but even the guards.

However, the momentum he was giving off was so vicious that not one of the guards came forward.

They kept their distance for fear of the plague he might carry.

Meanwhile.

Lieutenant Garm was briefly explaining the procedures for the upcoming entrance ceremony.

"There will be a total of three steps in the process. First, an inspection of belongings. Second, a medical examination. Third, bathing."

The prisoners looked surprised.

"We don't need to be searched or have our weapons removed, do we? We can't bring them here in the first place."

"They're going to do a physical and then a health check? That's like a medical service, not a prison welfare center."

"They also disinfect and bathe you! Haha, the Nouvelle Vague is more comfortable than I thought."

"Ugh, I can't wait to get cleaned up, the saltiness of the sea water made me sticky all the way here!"

Contrary to the rumors, the Nouvelle Vague was quite comfortable.

The prisoners seemed to be relaxing into the idea that the news that would soon follow would be no big deal.

... but.

'It's begun.'

Vikir knew.

The entrance ceremony mentioned here does not really mean simply the entrance ceremony.

And how terrifying this series of events, wrapped up in ordinary words like 'belongings check', 'medical examination', and 'bathing', was.