Surviving in Prison (3)
Surviving in Prison (3)
Hidden Pieces.
Special Items or Powers obtained from a hidden location. Every player wants to have one, but it's extremely difficult to find.
Because it is literally hidden.
When the game was at its peak, it was to the extent that each guild had professional expedition members. It also became the main source of money for dark gamers.
He'd also earned quite a bit by selling information regarding Hidden Pieces.
Only one person could obtain the power of the Hidden Piece, so it was highly valued and sought after by countless players.
The rankings of the top rankers can change at once because of it. Everyone frantically searched for them and developed their own characters.
However, that atmosphere also disappeared as the game became ruined.
There were almost no people looking for Hidden Pieces, and after the Burning Hell area update, it was difficult to find even the letter 'i' in information.
In the end, he had to find everything himself.
From simple things one can get on the 1st floor of Burning Hell Dungeon to special things on the 10th floor.
Perhaps, even that is not all of it.
He found a hint of another hidden piece before the end of the game service, but he couldn't find it in the end, and there must be many things that he couldn't even find a trace of at all.
"Haaa..."
"It was really hard… … ."
"Shut up! you spy bastard!"
When he turned his head, one prison guard was blowing his nose. The way he opens his eyes is exactly like a peacock.
Pretending to be someone important.
"Hehehe. Did you know that there were only one or two guys like you? You're fucked now, you asshole."
All the way down the hallway.
He sputtered out all kinds of curse words that I couldn't bear to put in my mouth. Do you have any grudge against the Magnes organization?
It seems that he knows how to exude a sense of intimidation, whether he has time for his stern face. He wasn't afraid because of his Cold Heart skill.
Clang
The guard opened the prison bars.
A small space where you can barely lie down.
If one look at things related to a normal prison, this kind of space is commonly called solitary confinement.
"You trash bastard! Hurry in."
He went inside when he heard a knock behind him. He heard the door close and lock. When he turned around, he saw a prison guard.
"Shut up and be quiet, if you don’t want to be beaten."
'This fuck!'
The sound of footsteps went away.
After confirming that he was completely gone, he activated the Eye of Arrakis. he looked up and looked around the room.
It was a prison room he had never seen before when he was playing the game.
There was also a place like this.
However, no matter how much he searched, he couldn't find any blue tinged color. As he looked for it several times just in case, but there was no change.
"H-huh?"
With the use of the Passive Skill Eye of Arrakis he saw something green in his vision, and moved as he was directed.
'Did I miss something?'
He slowly recollected his memory.
Seria.
Looking at him who was subdued by the instructor, a cold smile came to mind. Are there any hints in her history?
"Hmmm"
Seria Baskerban.
The daughter of the leader of the crime syndicate Brussels.
There is only one reason why she came to the Burning Hell Prison. She's trying to save her own father from being imprisoned.
A situation where you have to completely hide one's identity.
From Seria's point of view, when Magnes started the incident, it must have been a headache. It was a plan that took years of planning and shedding blood and sweat.
Is the ship under attack?
Everyone on board has become a potential culprit. If you start an accurate investigation, it's only a matter of time before she gets caught.
So it looks like she has been scratching her head to come up with a solution.
In order to mark him as a dangerous person who defuses the bomb, and to make a new plan out of it to clear any doubts about her.
Thanks to that, He was put in solitary confinement after arriving here.
There was nothing strange about this process.
"Should I wait?"
There are also hidden pieces that can only be found at special times.
Plopp
Redin lays down on the cold floor
He put his hands on top of his head and crossed one leg. he flicked his toes in a comfortable position and looked up at the ceiling.
He was put in jail
He was not impatient or anxious. If he puts his mind to it, he can leave, and even if he got interrogated, there are plenty of excuses.
More than anything.
In the end, the situation wasn't quite bad.
Because he was able to organize his thoughts alone in a quiet space.
"This isn't a dream."
This is the world in the Bern Chronicle, and he possessed the body of a new trainee named Redin that he created.
Coming to terms that this is now his Reality, and not a Dream
Then the future is important.
The goal has already been set.
To step up to the position of prison warden, the most powerful person in Burning Hell Prison, and block the gates of the demon world. There are things he needs to get there.
A standing committee member who manages Burning Hell.
Those executives were the kings of the six kingdoms on the Bern Chronicle. Only with the consent of four of them can he become the prison warden.
"There is quite a lot to do."
Some of them want power, some want money, some want conviction.
power, money, belief.
He has to get hold of it all.
At the same time, he wants to find out why this happened to him in the first place.
He cleared out various information and plans that complicated his mind, and thought about what he needed right away.
Anyway,
The easiest and fastest thing to get in the current situation is power. Also, he must have strength so that the plans behind his goals can be implemented.
The remaining number of copies of the copy skill is five.
He had roughly drawn in his head what skills he would need to acquire.
S-class skills possessed by giants.
He can't have those skills right now. To get there, he need to use other things in the Bern Continent.
Things like special items or hidden pieces.
'what else'
"Hmmm"
He now has an outline of some kind for his plan.
Is it because the tension is relieved?
His eyelids become heavy due to adrenaline rush finally subsiding and he closed his eyes.
.
.
.
dang!
Ddang!
Ddang!
The sound of the bell awoke him and he opened his eyes.
Looking out the window, it was still dark.
The bell announces its 6 o'clock in the evening.
"Make it stop."
Redin complained out loud.
As he stretched and stood up, He activated Arrakis' eyes. Then, in the blurry vision, a green light bloomed within the peripheral vision.
As he raised his head following the light, letters began to be engraved on the ceiling.
"Waiting here was the correct answer.", Redin muttered while smirking.
He got up from his lying position and stretched out his hand over the writing.
Then, a group of green light wrapped around his hand and flowed into his body.
[Ttring!]
[You have acquired Harungel's Virtue x1.]
'uhh?'
In an instant, goosebumps all over his body.
His heart pounded and his fingertips trembled.
"Fuckin- crazy..."
The one who was called the Sword Saint in the distant past.
He, who was the pinnacle of the continent, wanted stronger power, ran out of control, and confined himself here.
The feeling left by such a swordsman.
Virtue is the same as the experience of the Sword Master.
How to train one's body, how to use mana, how to fight enemies, how to handle weapons, how to move quickly.
These five things were hidden inside Burning Hell. But if you collect them all, you'll get something special.
No matter what he did, He couldn't find the first impression. That's why it was a hidden piece that was excluded from the strategy guide.
"T-this… Why are you here?"
He was so shocked that he couldn't close his wide mouth.
The moment the green light is captured on his body.
[You realized part of Harungel's mind.]
[The swordsman's physical training method is imprinted in your mind.]
Information flooded into his head.
As if he had experienced the life of the Sword Saint, the realization he had gained in the process of training his body was imprinted in his mind.
'Oh my god.'
At the same time with admiration, He remembered another location with a deep interest. Except for one place, these are places you can easily go to.
If he can start getting them all.
It can make a big difference in his current plans for the future in a very favorable way for me.
"Wouldn't it be worth it?"
He clenched his fists with a pleasant trembling.
He guess he got a chance now, he just needs to get out of here.
clomp clomp
Just then, A prison guard approached his room.
"Redin, you'll be released now"
* * *
The prison guards in Burning Hell exist from the 7th to the 1st grade.
Vergo belonged to the 6th grade prison guard among them.
It is a position that can be called a real correctional officer who completely removes the apprenticeship ticket and manages the prison in earnest.
For him, today was a lucky day.
It was a historic day when a Magnes's spy, who tried to infiltrate Burning Hell while sinking the ship, was locked in solitary confinement.
"Heh."
After hitting all sorts of curse words, He remembered the image of the spy who couldn't make a sound.
The appearance of quietly going into solitary confinement.
Vergo raised the corner of his mouth, thinking that it was because he was afraid of him.
'Although I didn't catch it myself.'
It doesn't really matter.
It was important that the superior entrusted an important task. Trusting and entrusting this kind of work means that the rope that can go up has come down.
He thought.
No, I should have.
"Vergo."
"yes!"
"Bring back the guy you locked up earlier."
"Is there a problem?"
"Release him. It's the warden's order."
gulped.
"Shi-- Are you talking about that warden?"
"Hmm. He said he verified his identity. It must be a person that the warden knows."
Vergo's head turned white at the words of the senior prison guard, who threw it as if it was nothing special.
until confined to solitary confinement.
He remembered the double curses and contempt he had made on the ears of the guy who he called a spy, and the treatment he did as earlier.
"What are you doing? Hurry up and take him out."
"U-uhh? yes!"
After leaving the office, Vergo quickly ran to the solitary cell.
After that, he hid himself against the wall for a while and looked out of the corner of my eye at Redin in the cell.
Short black hair.
A cool atmosphere with a good-looking appearance.
He didn't know because he didn't look at the face properly before, but when he look back now, there was a person that came to mind.
Instructor Rohan Habir.
Vergo also became an official correctional officer while being trained by him during his freshman days. At that time, Instructor Rohan's nickname was 'Ice Prince'.
Cold yet arrogant.
Sometimes like a cruel devil without emotion.
Redin was in just such a mood right now.
The atmosphere is already unusual, but the close relationship with the director. If the actions he did to him reach the warden's ears...
It's over.
"What do I do?"
He chewed his fingernails.
He wants to tear his hair out, but since this has already happened, there is only one answer. Acting like nothing.
"Kuhm."
Clearing his throat, he stood in front of the solitary cell as if nothing had happened.
"Redin, Get out."
"Are you releasing me?"
"Hmm. Yes, you're free now."
Vergo motioned for him to come out quickly. Redin carefully examined Vergo's expression as he exited her solitary cell.
"Senior?"
"W-why?"
He began to stutter.
There's definitely something to this.
"What is the reason for my release?"
Redin's cold gaze turned to Vergo. Facing that gaze, Vergo grabbed his head with both of his hands and tore it off.
Then he sighed and fell to his knees.
"I’m sorry for swearing and shouting earlier."
Vergo grabbed the crotch of his trousers toward Redin, who was coldly looking down without answering.
"I'm really sorry. Can you keep this matter a little secret from the director?"
Redin thought to himself.
'It must have been what happened earlier.'
It sounds like he is talking about the things he did like being treated as scum and being sworn and cursed.
When he says warden, He thinks of the mean prison warden.
Looking at the situation, it seems that the warden was deeply involved in his release. Was it a direct order or an acquaintance?
Come to think of it, I don't know anything about Redin's background. He guess he need to know a little bit about this.
"Secretly.. will you do it?"
Vergo looked at Redin with eyes full of anticipation. At that, Redin lowered his stance.
"For free… You mean?"
"w-what... what do you want?"
Hope reflected in Vergo's eyes.
There was a desire to rise above.
The corner of Redin’s mouth lifted slightly.
"Please take it out of the declaration ceremony."
Vergo trembled as he saw Redin's smile. When he laughs, it feels like a cruel demon extends his hand.
"That’s a bit.."
"Then I'll go straight to the warden."
"W-wait!"
Vergo urgently grabbed Redin, who was trying to stand up. He bit his lip hard and pondered, then let out a deep sigh.
"okay."
"I hope we get along well."
Redin reached out.
Vergo shook hands reluctantly and stood up. Now is the time to slowly go back.
"Follow me, I’ll tell you where to stay."