Chapter 402: Jailbreaker (2)

Chapter 402: Jailbreaker (2)

There was a gate.

It was massive and solid.

A perfect circle. The door was white at the top and black at the bottom, forming a Taegeuk pattern (as the big circle in the Korean flag, that is a Taegeuk pattern).

It was magnificent, overwhelming to behold, and once closed, it seemed to be impenetrable to anything in this world. Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.cometer 70 meters. Thickness 5 meters. Weighing 6,535 tons. Made of mithril and adamantium, with some copper applied to the surface to prevent corrosion.

It was shaped like a rounded circle, and the world called it the Gate of Good and Evil.

It is the main entrance to Nouvelle Vague, the symbol of Nouvelle Vague, and the final dividing line between good and evil, inside and out.

Standing beneath the massive gate, which forms the ceiling at the very top of Nouvelle Vague's castle, Vikir marveled.

" ... Even if Nouvelle Vague were to fall to pieces, this gate would survive."

[I agree. How did human technology build such a strong gate?]

When even Decarabia, whose nickname is "The Wailing Wall," is impressed, it's enough.

The Gate of Good and Evil, the symbol of the Nouvelle Vague, was much larger, stronger, and more magnificent than the vaults of the Bourgeois.

Even Vikir, who had seen it through to the end of the Annihilation War, couldn't imagine it being destroyed.

[By the way, human, why are you staring at that door from earlier, are you really going to break it down, I don't think human strength can break through it?]

At the frowning Decarabia's words, Vikir spoke up in a low voice.

"Do you like to surf?"

[...?]

Decarabia rolled its eyes in confusion.

[Say what you're thinking, don't just keep your mouth shut all the time, it's frustrating to behold!]

"Was it frustrating to behold?"

[...You're not asking because you don't know, are you?]

Vikir smiled weakly and looked away.

"I apologize. I've been disciplined to keep my mouth shut my whole life. All my talkative colleagues and brothers have been questioned."

[...Sheesh].

Meanwhile, at the Gate of Good and Evil, a number of high-ranking guards, including Lt. Colonel Bastille, were waiting.

They were awaiting an entrance ceremony that would take place in a few hours.

"Finally, Warden Orca is coming back. He hasn't been gone this long in a while. Over two years, I think?"

"And it's good to see Colonels D'Ordume and Colonel Souare back as well. It's been a while since we've had the Big Three of Nouvelle Vague together."

"And there are so many prisoners to escort that the Warden and the two Colonels had to go above all at once?"

"They say this is the biggest one yet. Security on the ground has collapsed and the criminal population has exploded."

"Ground? Why would ground security break down? Is there another revolt?"

"I'm afraid someone in the Nouvelle Vague hasn't been keeping up with the news. There's a civil war. Not a group vs. group war, but a nation vs. nation war. Rumor has it that the demons have invaded."

"That's bullshit. Destruction and apocalypse are the stuff of religious books."

"Well, whatever. The world is as chaotic as it was during the Warring States Period, and the Nouvelle Vague, which used to be a hellhole, is now a paradise."

"By the way, did you hear? There's a new Level Ten transfer coming in, sentenced directly to Level Nine without a trial. And she's a girl. She's even pretty." (Proofreader: I bet it's Camus, that wanted to see her dear fiancé ^^)

"Are you out of your mind? You'd have to be a monster to be sent straight to Level Nine without a trial, and that's not even a woman."

The prisoners were nervous and talking amongst themselves, each in their own way preparing for what was to come.

And, of course, Vikir was not interested in their conversation at all.

'...It's an opportunity when everyone's eyes are focused on the news.'

The new prisoners were brought in wearing BDISSEM handcuffs.

The guards will pay close attention to the induction ceremony, both to keep an eye on the new prisoners and to keep them in line.

"...?"

Vikir furrowed his brow for a moment as the conversation continued in a circle.

Then, in a voice as cold and sharp as ever, Vikir spoke to Kirko.

"Go to the fifth floor, to the gulper eel kennel, right now."

"...?"

"Don't ask me why. You are to wait there unconditionally until I tell you to go there. This is an order."

Kirko shook her head, but the seriousness in Vikir's tone made her nod.

"...I have a feeling something is about to happen, sir, I understand."

Kirko was a smart person.

Her answer was trustworthy.

Vikir nodded and turned away.

The second hand moved relentlessly.

The predicted bloodshed.

Now it was really goodbye to the Nouvelle Vague.

* * *

Dripping-

Dripping corridors.

Vikir walked through empty corridors and over the arched bridge that connected spire to spire.

Several lower-ranking guards stand guard and salute when they see Vikir.

He recognized them from his room as a low ranking guard.

Vikir returned their salute with a raised hand.

Then he said something.

"You are no longer on guard duty. Proceed to the fifth floor and stand by. The kennels will not be accessible at this time, so the closer you are, the better."

The only way to survive what was about to happen.

Vikir said this to most of the guards he met.

The lower-ranking guards, hearing Vikir's words, look at each other and shake their heads.

jeobeog- jeobeog- jeobeog-

The black corridors and spiral staircases are endless.

An abyss 10,000 meters below the ocean floor. Vikir continues to fall into the dank, damp silence.

A deep-sea fish passes through a window made of flubber slime, emitting a dull glow.

Just two more turns around the corner in front of him and he would be in the room where BDISSEM was staying.

... just then.

"Where do you think you're going in such a hurry, Major 'Rotten Dog' Garm?"

An eerie voice came from the darkness up ahead.

"No, should I say Major 'Night Hound' Vikir, blah hathathat-"

A laugh he'd heard once before.

Vikir curled the corners of his mouth dryly.

"Okay. I was going to take a look at your face before I left."

There was only one other being in Nouvelle Vague who sounded so unpleasant.

A man with sinisterly writhing black skin, eerie eyes, and teeth.

Lt. Colonel Black Tongue.

He was crouching in the darkness, waiting for Vikir.