Chapter 312
Chapter 312
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 312
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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Yustia Empire.
Zone 1,030, Taul, the City of Wheat.
Hidden in an alleyway, I touched my face with my left hand.
Stubbly beard and rough skin. My cheekbones were sunken in, and my nose was a bit larger.
'Not bad. The feel of the wind on my cheek feels so real. It's like this is my real face.'
Right now, I had transformed into a man in his mid-30s using the item Elena gave me. I'd even changed my build and skin tone.
It was an expensive item that would cost at least 300,000 AP to acquire. I was impressed that Elena handed it over so readily, thinking once again that imperial nobles sure had deep pockets.
For reference, an SSS-rank transformation potion lets you turn into a woman too. Of course, I had zero intention of doing that.
'There she is.'
A woman walked by. Compared to others, she wore a clean, elegant dress. She looked to be in her late 20s, her long brown hair tied up like a noblewoman's. A young girl who seemed to be her maid followed behind.
Anyone could tell she was of higher status than a commoner.
Right now, I was carrying out Elena's orders regarding Helten. It wasn't unpaid labor, so I'd accepted the job.
'This is also a kind of test for me.'
I quietly tailed her. She entered a mansion. It was a bit small for a noble's residence.
Once I confirmed she'd gone inside, I used Deception (SS) to turn invisible and hopped the wall to infiltrate.
A man who looked like a servant was sweeping the mansion courtyard with a broom.
'Can't kill him. Can't kill him...'
Minding my strength, I struck the back of his neck with the side of my hand.
Thwack!
"Guhk!"
The man collapsed. I checked his pulse—he was alive.
I opened the mansion's front door and went inside. I bumped into a maid carrying luggage. She tilted her head.
"Why'd the door open all of a sudden?"
She couldn't see me.
Thwack!
I knocked her out the same way and headed toward my target.
'Presence... over there.'
The woman was bathing in a tub, attended by her maid. I revealed myself.
"Kyaaah?!"
The maid screamed at the sight of me. I struck her neck. No other presences in the mansion, so the scream didn't matter.
"Wh-who are you?!"
The brown-haired woman gripped the tub's edge with her pale, slender hand as she asked me. Fear laced her trembling voice.
"You don't need to know who I am... Heh heh... Nice body you've got."
I eyed her body in the tub. C-cup breasts, slightly sagging, but a slim waist. Long thighs and calves too.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her up.
"Agh! St-stop!"
"Screaming won't help. Everyone else in this mansion is out cold."
"Wh-why... what did I do...?"
"Your fault for having such a fuckable body."
I dragged her dripping body to the bedroom next door and tossed her onto the soft bed.
"Kyaaah!"
Her legs spread, revealing her pussy. Crimson labia minora peeking lewdly from beneath brown pubic hair.
I dropped my pants, revealing my half-erect massive cock.
"H-heok!"
"Your shocked face is vivid. Yeah, cocks like this aren't common. How's it compare to your husband's?"
"D-don't come closer! Do you know who my husband is?!"
"I do. Koum the merchant. Started as a farmhand, but his father sold land to a mage for a fortune and struck it rich."
"You know him well! My husband won't forgive you! It's not too late—get out of this house now!"
"Idiot. If I was scared of him, I wouldn't have come in."
I pinned her to the bed.
"Aaah! No, stop!"
I roughly sucked her crimson nipples, pinned her arms with one hand, grabbed one flailing leg with the other to spread her, and rubbed my cock against her pussy.
"I'll knock you up. Heh heh heh."
Her husband, Koum, had gotten drunk at a tavern two months ago and insulted one of the Empire's Five Dukes, the Duke of Illusions, calling her an arrogant bitch, a clueless slut, a muscle-headed bully, and worse.
It was drunken rambling, and since this wasn't the Duke's territory, there was no punishment.
Koum had badmouthed the Duke because a trade deal failed. To succeed, he needed to pass through her territory, but a monster subjugation was underway, blocking passage. He had to detour, arriving late and taking a loss.
'Elena is Helten's executive. Helten's intelligence network is the continent's best. And Elena isn't the type to let someone who insulted her slide.'
She doesn't forget. If there's an opening, she'll get revenge.
"Oh. Pretty nice pussy. This'll be fun."
???
Three hours later.
Koum came home, and I rose from raping his wife on the bed. She had passed out, her body covered in semen.
"You bastard...! You think you can rape my wife and live? Big mistake! Kill him! Kill that fucker!"
Koum bellowed. His guards drew swords and charged.
I fled past them.
'Can't kill them. Can't kill them...'
Koum's guards chased me.
"Stop right there!"
"Pay for your crimes with your life!"
I ran to the city watch station. I shouted at the baffled soldiers at the entrance.
"I'm turning myself in! Surrender! I'm surrendering!"
Zone 1,030, Taul the City of Wheat, was one of Viscount Osten's territories. The laws in Viscount Osten's lands differed slightly from imperial law.
Murder and such heavy crimes meant execution, same as everywhere. But other crimes usually got prison time. Rape could mean death depending on the victim, but surrendering lowered the chance of execution.
'Koum's just a nouveau riche, not a noble. With surrender, no execution.'
I surrendered at the watch station, admitting my guilt. The trial was quick and simple; I was sentenced to 15 years.
That night, I was transferred to Zone 1,066, Osten's prison.
Everything according to plan.
'Harsh laws. In Korea, it's 3+ years... here it's 15 minimum.'
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"Rohan! Don't think this is over! 10 years? Bullshit! You think prison time pays for raping my wife? I'll kill you! Even if it costs every penny!"
Koum yelled at me, loaded into a cart, his voice full of hate.
It just made me yawn.
'He's got money, so he might cause trouble. Better kill him later.'
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Zone 1,066, Osten's Prison.
It could hold over 30,000 criminals. Osten grew stronger with every inmate. That's why Viscount Osten obsessed over incarcerating criminals.
To the point where a starving orphan who stole a scrap of bread got two years.
In a way, it might be good for the orphan. At least they wouldn't starve in this prison.
"Inmate 756487."
The armored guard read the number on my prison uniform. He led me to a cell. A cramped 3-pyeong room with four inmates leaning against the walls.
"This is Room 7214, your suite for 15 years. Fellow rapists, so get along."
Clank clank.
The guard indifferently opened the cell door.
"By the way, one of your roommates is in for raping a guy."
"...You just leave him be?"
"As long as no one dies, we don't care. First day, so advice: our job is managing you, not protecting you. In you go."
I grimaced like I'd eaten shit and entered the cell.
The inmates were a colorful bunch.
One scrawny guy with a sleazy grin.
Two burly ones with scars on faces and bodies.
One tall, muscular bald guy with a honest face.
'One of these is the gay one?'
Clang!
The guard locked the bars.
"Lights out in 30 minutes. Keep quiet and sleep."
The guard left.
Then they all stood up like they'd been waiting.
"Kee hee hee. Fresh meat after so long."
The scrawny one leered at me, eyeing me up and down disgustingly.
"Two weeks."
"That one suicided during exercise time. You won't, right?"
The two burly ones synced well.
"I'm Sevige. Let's get along."
The honest-faced pig extended a hand scarred with cuts and calluses, like from blunt weapons.
Seeing I had no intention of shaking, he grinned and introduced the others.
"Feeling awkward, huh? We're stuck together for years, so let's be friends. These two muscleheads look scary but are good guys. My seniors too. We treat each other like buddies, no senior-junior bullshit."
"Gudong."
"Gujin."
The two greeted curtly.
"Look like twins but consecutive years. Gudong's the older."
Sevige pointed to the small one.
"Renji. Longest here among us. Our room's baker too."
"So?"
"So, let's all get along. I'm Sevige, as I said. Been here two years. Baby of the room."
Sevige stepped forward. I looked up at the tall guy, tilting my head. He was trying to intimidate, but I'd hear him out.
"...until you came. Now you're the baby. And my boyfriend."
He reached for my shoulder.
I clicked my tongue and kicked his left knee with my foot.
Crack!
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!"
Sevige collapsed screaming. I felt nearby inmates and others staring in shock.
No wonder—his thick knee twisted 180% and bone pierced flesh.
"You pig fuck... who told you to touch me?"
"Aaaagh! My leg! Leg! Leg!"
I frowned. His screaming annoyed me.
"Shut your trap. Before I do the other one the same."
"Kuhk!"
Sevige shut up, tears streaming. He took my warning seriously.
'...Shit. Kicked too hard in anger. Didn't mean to wreck it that bad...'
Good he didn't die. Serious injury, but still groaning without passing out—tough bastard.
I glanced sideways.
Gudong and Gujin brothers met my eyes and flinched. Their earlier cockiness gone, sweating bullets.
"Eyes down."
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
They obeyed swiftly.
I turned to the small guy. Renji, was it? His sleazy smile frozen pale.
"H-how..."
His gaze went to my right ankle. Iron shackle there. Not ordinary—seals 80% of stats when worn.
"Hey. You were leering earlier, right?"
"Th-that..."