3 months later.
"Hohoho-what is it? "Are you alive?"
With Suware's exclamation, the concrete of the cell shattered.
Pap-deuk-pap-deuk-deuk! Wow!
When the solid mold broke, Vikir opened his eyes inside.
His body was so gaunt that only bones and skin remained, but his eyes still had a clear sparkle of life in them.
Suware said, stroking his mustache.
"Well, if I had known it would be this active, I would have taken it out a month or two ago. It's better to be in my room than in solitary confinement. yes? "I just happened to be lonely these nights."
"I refuse."
"Hohoho- what a cocky little boy. I liked it. "I'll be nice to you next time I come to solitary confinement again. See you later!"
Bikir walked out unsteadily, being seen off by Suware.
I glanced back and saw a pile covered in countless piles of concrete and asphalt.
It was probably a solitary cell where old man Angajumang was locked up.
'It was a terrible time.'
It was a noisy day as the old man next to me, Angajumang, kept asking me to join him in the rice field dance.
Vikir returned to Level Nine's stone chamber where he was originally imprisoned, his body emaciated.
Clap- Bang!
As soon as the door closes, darkness falls.
A few hours later, at dawn, they had to be taken to the labor site immediately.
Bikir decided to save up some stamina for that time.
Jiying- Ugh!
Decarabia spit out Andromalius' ring from his mouth without knowing where it was.
Since there was a considerable amount of food stored in it, Bikir took food out of it little by little and ate it.
"I think I'll live a bit after eating."
Vikir looked down at Andromalius' ring.
In the past, after creating a large barrier at the academy, the strength has not been gathered well, so it can only be used to take out food or small amounts like this.
I was very disappointed about that.
[human. What are you going to do from now on?]
"I have to do labor. "Now I have an excuse to work hard."
[but. Other humans will think that you work hard because you are afraid of solitary confinement.]
"okay. Level 1 construction should proceed as soon as possible. "That way I can find what I'm looking for."
When Decarabia asked, Bikir responded indifferently.
But today, Decarabia had a lot of questions.
[By the way, what on earth are you looking for in such a deep seabed? Is there some treasure hidden under an already dead extinct volcano?]
"… … ."
Bikir was silent for a moment.
What Bikir is looking for.
It has a very important meaning now that there are only four Sipsangsi left.
'The three surviving members of the Tensangsi joined hands. If that's the case, something strange will happen.'
There was a high possibility that they would hasten the era of destruction, even if it was through unreasonable efforts.
If that happens, no matter how much you are Vikir, you can't do much as long as you have one body.
A terrible war in which countless people will die in the future. A battle of destruction will occur.
Now the fight against Sipsanshi has entered its final battle. Bikir also had to lose what he had to lose and gain what he had to gain.
'Maybe we can end the fight once and for all.'
Therefore, Vikir came down to Nouvelle Vague to find a weapon to fight against the ultimate weapon of the Ten Sages.
[It is the final weapon of the Sibsangsi. It probably means 'the rainy season of evil,' right?]
"I know very well."
[I know. Because I too was once their colleague.]
Decarabia blinked in agreement and continued asking questions.
[…] … However, is there a weapon on the human side that can fight against the 'rainy season of apocalypse'? As far as I know, there is none.]
"The devils probably know that."
Bikir continued speaking with his eyes shining.
"But there is. In the depths of the Nouvelle Vague volcano, deep beyond the reach of even the evil eye... … .
An ancient weapon that modern humans may not even be aware of its existence, 'one that shakes the earth with a roar.'
"'Poseidon' definitely exists."
The devils' ultimate weapon is 'The Rainy Season of Awesomeness', and the only thing that can suppress it is humanity's ultimate weapon 'Poseidon'.
Bikir had personally come down to the Nouvelle Vague to find just that.
Even by tearing away all the affection I had built up with my friends.
'Anyway, I'm just a school friend who I passed by for about a year when I was a teenager. People like me will soon forget.'
Bikir remembered the faces of Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, Bianca, and Sinclair for a moment, but then they dispersed.
What is important now is daily life in Nouvelle Vague. Construction must proceed as quickly as possible so as not to be behind the devils.
'The people who held hands were definitely Ciméries in number 4, Andrealphus in number 3, and Flauros in number 3, right?'
That guess was the same result that came out of the mouths of the magicians who tortured them before entering the Nouvelle Vague.
Ciméries, who seems to have merged into the Don Quixote family, Andrealphus, who seems to have blended into the Usher family, and Flauros, who seems to have blended into the Leviathan family.
'Is the last one still in the imperial family?'
It is suspicious that the emperor did not even show his nose until this division was born from the 7th great family.
So, on the day of his escape from Nouvelle Vague, Bikir planned to infiltrate the imperial family first.
'If it's necessary, I'll have to rip off the heads of all members of the royal family... … .'
at that time.
There was a voice that broke Vikir from his thoughts of casually plotting a traitor.
"Everyone wake up! It's toil time!"
It was Lieutenant Colonel Bastille's wake-up call.
* * *
All prisoners in the Nouvelle Vague work from 4 a.m.
There were no exceptions, even for prisoners returning from solitary confinement.
… Kang! … Pow! … Quasak!
Bikir was using a pickaxe while wearing several layers of BDSM handcuffs and shackles.
The guards were whispering as they watched Bikir digging into the ground without stopping for a moment.
"I've never seen a Level Nine prisoner work so hard."
"Isn't something suspicious? "Maybe there is another intention?"
"What is the intention? "That guy is the one who protested last time that he wouldn't do labor, but was suppressed by the Dordium warden and taken to solitary confinement."
"Oh right. Wasn't he locked in solitary confinement for three months? But did you come out alive? "He's a huge guy."
"I came back alive... … After that, they keep their mouths shut and do nothing but labor."
"I guess solitary confinement is really scary, right? Even Level Nine's monsters have a human side."
"I can't help but be scared. A while ago, a guy was locked in solitary confinement for only half a day, and when he came out, his hair was all white. "The guy who was locked up for half a day came out dead from a heart attack."
Neither the prisoners nor the guards thought it strange that Bikir worked hard.
From then on, Bikir became known as a special type who worked harder than anyone else on the subjects of Level Nine's inmates.
"ruler! It's meal time! "Take a 10-minute break!"
Eventually, when it was lunch time, guards everywhere shouted for the labor to stop.
Bikir sat down and ate half-steamed sardines and black bread as hard as a rock.
Waddeuk-
The black bread, which was hard enough to break a tooth, did not crumble even when it was hit hard against a rock.
Even though the sardines were soaked in salt, they had a sour odor.
However, the prisoners ate this garbage-like meal with great enthusiasm.
The completion work of Level 1 was an arduous labor.
Who said this place was an extinct volcano? Even if you dig a little into the cooled stratum, a terrifying heat bursts out.
The scorching sunlight that dried out everything was constantly gushing out from lava waterfalls flowing here and there.
When I stay here, I feel like I'm being turned into jerky alive.
An ordinary person would not be able to last even a few seconds.
When I turn my head, I see several prisoners looking down into a pit where lava is gushing out.
It seemed like he was tired of sour pickled sardines and black bread that was as hard as a brick and was looking for something else to eat.
"… … Are there any?"
"there is. "I just saw a shadow."
"Let's go fishing."
"Pull the rope and needle before they get caught!"
Soon, the prisoners caught something with a chain fishing line and a hooked hook made from work tools (losing them was punishable by death).
Sigh-
It was a lava shark that lived in lava, a monster that was 8 meters long and weighed over 1 ton.
"Gotcha!"
As soon as one prisoner shouted, the prisoners around him rushed towards him.
The lava shark, which had nothing to eat except bones and skin, was soon torn to pieces by the hands and teeth of countless prisoners.
The prisoners wandered around looking for other food.
However, since the Nouvelle Vague was not an environment conducive to hunting creatures, the prisoners, who were starving, had no choice but to look elsewhere.
"… … Heo-eok, heo-eok."
Bikir looked at a prisoner sitting far away, panting.
His skin was pale and soft, and he was plump and overweight, making him unsuited to the harsh work environment.
Other prisoners are seen taking care of the prisoner so that he does not have to work.
"You don't work. "We will do everything for you."
"Don't even move. "Just lie down."
"Uh huh, don't you want to move? "I'm losing weight."
And soon, the most influential prisoner in the room approaches the fat prisoner, drooling.
Wow-
The prisoner eats the prisoner's flesh.
The prisoner whose flesh was eaten screamed in pain, but soon he seemed resigned and just swallowed his tears.
"Hehehe… … Get this bastard treated. "Because you have to eat it for a long time."
"I heard it was a good thing I kept the ointment in check."
"Tomorrow is mine."
"This kid's skin needs to heal quickly."
When exploiting someone else, the expression 'rip off' is often used, but here in Nouvelle Vague, this literal thing was common.
Of course, Vikir had a lot of food stored up inside Andromalius' barrier, so there was no reason to jump into such a miserable food war.
"… … "They live really hard."
Bikir was amazed.
At this point, you won't know who is human and who is the devil.
Right then.
"… … !"
Bikir noticed a third way for prisoners to get food.
It's not hunting or cannibalism. Surprisingly, it was the most normal and common sense method