After that, another few months passed.
The abnormality that occurred at the end-of-month evaluation was not just a one-time occurrence, but has now become a natural phenomenon.
1st place. Task completion rate 114%.
1st place. Task completion rate 121%.
1st place. Task completion rate 136%.
1st place. Task completion rate 142%.
1st place. Task completion rate 155%.
1st place. Task completion rate 161%.
1st place. Task completion rate 178%.
1st place. Task completion rate 185%.
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Other lower-level guards can only gape at the ever-increasing record of overachievement rates.
Now, among the lower-level guards, there was no one who ignored Garum.
It was natural to be treated as a colleague, and it was crowded with people who approached first because they wanted to hang out.
"Hey, Garm. "You were first place this month too."
"It seems like all of the prisoners in your charge are very disciplined."
"What on earth is the secret?"
"Let's play poker together later, after dinner."
Surprisingly, the first guys who pretended to be friendly were the ones who got hit by Garum for the first time.
After that, the number of guys pretending to be friends increased one by one.
However, there were some people who always kept a certain distance from each other.
Cirko was one of them.
"… … ."
She was always in first place, but at some point she became second place for the rest of her life.
From then on, Kirko continued to observe Garum.
As he ate in silence, Kirko recalled the Garm work site he had seen a few months ago.
'I can't believe it. I can't believe they were using that method.'
Garum's method of increasing the overachievement rate was actually simple.
At first there was nothing.
He beat the prisoners' vital parts with a triple baton, telling them not to be lazy.
Garum knew.
Just like Santa Claus, who is said to know who is a good child and who is a bad child, Garum knew very well which part of the prisoners' bodies to hit to maximize the pain and not interfere with their labor.
The three-stage baton did not rest as if it was pounding meat for pork cutlet.
When the three-step baton soaked in blood and skin oil was swung once, the prisoners, who had been ignoring Garum and stretching out, changed their attitude 180 degrees and acted as if they would jump into a pit of fire if Garum ordered them to do so.
Although they are all prisoners on Level 1 or Level 2 who are known for being hot-headed and strong-willed, after working with Garum for a month, they are transformed into perfectly obedient workers.
Even intelligent criminals who used their brains, psychological warfare, and three-inch tongue to tease the guards, not their strength, trembled when they saw Garum.
'But up to that point, it was something I could think about.'
Up until this point, Kirko couldn't find anything special.
Although it is a method that is so efficient and standard that it is difficult to think of it as a stupid method or a dirty dog, it is not much different from Kirko's method.
If it's that way, Kirko is already doing well enough.
… … but. Indeed, there was something special about Garum's way of working.
Peok-crispy!
Garum himself began to participate in labor, carrying a shovel and pickaxe.
Kirko, who was watching, could not help but have a question mark above his head.
The jailer does hard labor! How is this any different from a real prisoner?
'No, why did the guard get in the middle of the prisoners in the first place…' … ?'
But regardless of that thought, Garm was extremely good at his labor.
As if he had been doing this his whole life.
Garum nagged the prisoners one by one, as if he had experience doing labor himself, and as if he had decades of experience building up his skills.
If I tried even the slightest trick or worked inefficiently, the nagging came back.
The prisoners were completely deprived of the leisure they had gained little by little while avoiding the eyes of the guards.
But that didn't mean Garum just cleaned up the prisoners.
'… … The rumors were true.'
Garum gave all of his meals to the prisoners.
I don't know what he was eating to survive, but he showed no signs of malnutrition.
'But it seems a little different from the rumors?'
From what Kirko had heard, Garm was a pathetic guy who was deprived of his meals by prisoners.
But what is the reality?
The prisoners were staring at a monster as they performed more labor throughout the morning and afternoon than the 12 prisoners combined, without eating any lunch.
Strong, overwhelming, and all-knowing charisma.
Whether they were big thugs, smart criminals with a clever way of talking, or innate sloths, all prisoners became gentle sheep in front of Garum.
Even if you know the know-how, it is difficult to follow.
Kirko shook his head and finished reminiscing.
'What would you do if you did the work yourself? 'What kind of guard would do that?'
* * *
But Bikir had a completely different idea.
'It would be much faster to do the labor myself than to hire prisoners.'
The key is performance and promotion.
I had to obtain the authority to command high-level prisoners as soon as possible and activate Poseidon in the Level 1 area.
Of course, at this very moment, numerous prisoners are digging the ground, and the resulting shock is probably well absorbed by Poseidon's roots.
'But there's nothing better than directly impacting the shell surface.'
So, Bikir planned to get promoted as soon as possible, raise his rank, and deal with bigger, stronger, more vicious prisoners.
If there is a person who does not listen, you can starve him and beat him.
With the ability of famine and drought that can be activated secretly, knowingly or unknowingly, and by applying a little bit of the torture techniques learned while living in the era of destruction, it was possible to subjugate the prisoner's soul.
'Someday, Dordium will definitely give instructions. 'Get rid of those pesky explosives.'
That might be the big opportunity.
That was also the time when the prelude to a full-scale prison escape would begin, so the timing had to be right.
Right then.
"Everyone, pay attention!"
A guard rushed into the kitchen.
The insignia with a Rose of Sharon on it was a mid-level guard with the rank of major that Bikir was currently targeting.
"A riot broke out! Gather together all the guards currently on duty and those waiting to be deployed! "Tell those who came down from work to gather immediately!"
The atmosphere inside the kitchen is tense due to the unusual atmosphere.
Sure enough, the major said something shocking.
"riot! "It's level 8!"
A riot caused by inmates at Level Eight.
It is on a different level from the riots carried out by low-level guards on the first or second floor.
The complexions of the lower-level guards turned white, and the middle-level guards also had stiff expressions.
The major said, breaking into a cold sweat.
"The reason why all the low-level guards are gathered together is because of humane tactics. "This is because the high-ranking guards are currently absent."
Dordium and Suware rarely headed to the ground.
This was due to a call from the prison warden, Lieutenant General Orca, who said there was a shortage of convoy personnel.
"Colonel Dordium and Colonel Soiret are on the ground escorting new prisoners. Brigadier General BDSM and Brigadier General Plover are out of the question... … As you all know, Commander Black Tongue is very dangerous. He might even make his belly button bigger than his stomach if he moves. "We have no choice but to do something ourselves."
The level 8 inmates' riot was so terrifying that even a major-level guard was scared.
Naturally, the so-called, mid-level and lower-level guards were just watching, not even daring to step forward.
at that time.
Grumble-
I heard the sound of a chair dragging on the floor.
Where everyone's eyes turned, they saw Garum walking calmly.
It was an immediate reaction without any worry or hesitation.
at that time.
… widely!
There was someone grabbing Garum's wrist.
It was Cirko who was sitting at the table diagonally next to him and observing him.
"Hey, are you crazy?"
She whispered in a low voice.
"It's level 8. "If we go, we will die."
"Then what should we do? "They told me to come."
"… … ."
Kirko kept his mouth shut at Garum's words.
After all, you can't not go when you've received an order.
That rough terrain where the probability of being killed is over 98%.
"Let's go and see what the situation is first."
Bikir walks with a calm expression.
His attitude is so calm that he seems like a person who is going somewhere good and doing good things.
In the end, the other lower-level guards also stood up with heavy bodies and minds.
Isn't Nouvelle Vague a place where orders are orders and protest is impossible?
Everyone walks down the hallway with anxiety and nervousness.
And the person who stood at the head of the group was none other than Bikir.
Unlike the others who were shaking with anxiety, Bikir's eyes were sparkling calmly.
'Maybe it'll be a good opportunity.'
Is there anything more helpful in personnel evaluations than a riot by high-level prisoners?