Abi Gyu-hwan (阿鼻叫喚).
It was the word that could best describe the current situation of Nouvelle Vague.
Until just a few hours, or even minutes, or even seconds ago, everything was like everyday life.
The guards were controlling the prisoners with weapons, and the prisoners were languishing while carrying terrifying restraints that took away their mana and strength.
But starting from a moment just a few seconds ago that no one can clearly remember.
Tuk-
The handcuffs, shackles, and iron bars that had confined the prisoners' wrists, ankles, and entire bodies had all disappeared.
It happened simultaneously throughout the vast Nouvelle Vague.
"… … uh?"
Both the guards and the prisoners froze with blank expressions.
The characteristic facial expressions of those who had no understanding of what was just happening.
Why did this happen now? Are my eyes wrong? Maybe a small accident? Has it only happened to me? Was this a small incident that occurred only in this area?
… … But I soon found out that wasn't the case.
All the handcuffs, shackles, and iron bars throughout the Nouvelle Vague disappeared at once.
The handcuffs that were so tight that they felt like they would break my wrists, the shackles that were so heavy that they seemed like they would break my ankles, and the iron bars that made it impossible for me to even dare to go outside.
All the restraints that had oppressed my body and mind for what felt like eons have disappeared.
It was as if all the hardships and adversities that had come before were just a dream.
The prisoners felt mana welling up throughout their bodies.
The strength came back.
The desire and anger that I had forgotten and had been completely castrated ignited in my heart again.
The first to adjust to reality were the prisoners who were undergoing the induction ceremony.
"uh? what's this? Mana is moving!"
"The BDSM handcuffs were released?"
"Kiyatho! "I don't know what it was, but it worked!"
"Die, you bastards!"
The prisoners who were crossing the knife-edge bridge suddenly turned around and started attacking the guards.
Other prisoners also stood up.
"Aaaah! "Kill all the guards, first!"
"Beat it! "Kill them all!"
"Set it on fire! "Blow it all up!"
"Open the gates of good and evil! "Let's get out of here!"
"Fifth floor! There is a balloon eel breeding farm on the 5th floor! "Let's take the eel and get out!"
They had been living like insects for so long that they hesitated even though they had found freedom, but soon regained their previous ferocity.
Nature does not change.
… … Right then.
Quack!
There was a tremendous roar, and the prisoners in the induction hall fell to their deaths.
Coo coo coo coo coo… …
At the blood-soaked scene, amidst the smoke of sulfur blowing in the air, two prison guards stood up.
Dordium. And Suware.
The two were each crushing a prisoner whose hands and feet were covered in blood.
dump-
Dordium said as he threw away the corpse of the prisoner in his hand.
"Come to your senses. This is 10,000 meters deep in the sea. You guys can't get out of here anyway. You may have the numerical advantage right now, but reinforcements will soon arrive from the ground. "What are you going to do when that time comes?"
That was correct.
Even if the prisoners riot and somehow manage to overpower the guards, they cannot leave this place.
Even if you gain immediate freedom, there is no way to escape from the 10,000 meter deep sea trench, and even if Brigadier General Flubber gives up on waterproofing, the place will be flooded right away.
At about that time, Suware, who was next to me, also shook off the corpses stuck on the heels of his heels and said,
"Hohoho- I'll give you a chance right now. If you stick here and help suppress it, I'll let you become a sucker shark. We'll reduce your workload and even reduce your sentence. No, they could treat you like a low-level guard. Of course, first come first served~"
The energy radiated by the two wardens was overwhelming.
Within seconds of their appearance, they reduced dozens of prisoners to blood clots.
Moreover, isn't there a huge wall called 'The Gate of Good and Evil' behind them that is intimidating just to look at?
gulp-
Among the prisoners, some people swallowed dry saliva.
If you pay your taxes voluntarily now, your life will be much easier in the future.
It is clear that not only will labor become easier, but the quality of meals will also improve incomparably compared to before.
'Oh, I wouldn't be able to open that door of good and evil anyway... … In that case, wouldn't it be more advantageous to stick to the guards' side, help suppress them, and score points?'
Everyone was thinking the same thing.
Although the anger and hatred that had been suppressed for a long time were finally released, there is no doubt that a heavy and harsh price awaits the brief feeling of exaltation and freedom.
"… … ."
"… … ."
"… … ."
As soon as the excitement subsided, reason returned.
The prisoners slowly began to realize reality.
In the end, it is impossible to cross the gate of good and evil.
The prisoners who worked in the Nouvelle Vague knew this well through many years of experience.
Dordium and Soiret, who saw the prisoners' spirit, which had been burning hot just moments before, cool down for a moment, thought that the situation might be calmed down more easily than they thought.
however.
"It's the key! "Here's the key to the front door!"
A shout of unknown origin was heard from somewhere.
At the same time, something was thrown into the middle of the battlefield.
A knife sculpture with an impressive whitish lower part of the blade, a blackish middle part, and a reddish upper part, as well as a spiral embossed pattern.
… puck!
It flew and landed on the high ceiling where all the prisoners could see.
A few knowledgeable prisoners opened their eyes wide.
"Um, that's the front door key!?"
This thing that looks like the horn of a unicorn is a fragment of Orwell's Sword of Winter!
It is a legendary sword that is only allowed to be wielded by those who have reached the highest level. It was once a sacred item owned by Winston, the principal of Colosseo Academy.
Dordium and Suware's eyes widened when they saw that.
"… … key!?"
"It's the key that opens the door of good and evil! Why is that there... … !?"
A long time ago, Winston, the principal of Colosseo Academy, and Orca, the prison warden of the Nouvelle Vague, worked together to capture a prisoner.
Why is one of the two keys, one set each placed on the sea floor and one on land, here to commemorate his imprisonment?
"who is this! "Who unlocked the key there!?"
Suware scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, but there was no way he could identify a single criminal in a scene that was already in chaos due to the prisoners' riot.
Dordium shouted at the prisoners as if they were dumbfounded.
"I don't know why the key is here, but it doesn't change anything! Anyway, even if I opened the door of good and evil, there would be no way for you to get out... … !"
But Dordium's words did not last until the end.
Ooh-waaaa!
A huge roar roared in, instantly drowning out Dordium's voice.
Things in the world do not always proceed calmly and rationally.
As soon as they confirmed the existence of the key, the prisoners, who had hesitated for a moment, turned around once again.
Collective madness. As long as it has an excuse to ignite, it explodes regardless of whether it is valid or not, whether small or large.
"It's the key! "It's the key!"
"You can open the door to good and evil with that!"
"Aaaah! That thing will take us to the ground!"
"As long as you have the key, that's it! "Knock them all to death!"
They were now even giving sanctity to the tool called 'key'.
Dordium said as if it was absurd.
"hey! Come to your senses! That key is half-assed! And if you open the door of good and evil, only water will rush in! Think with common sense! What can you do in this deep sea... … !"
"Hey, hey. stop. "Do you think they have the intelligence to think about something like that?"
Suware stepped forward as if he was annoyed.
She killed one of the prisoners from Level 1 by kicking him with the heel of her heel and took out a sledgehammer from her back.
… bang!
One large prisoner, who was running like a wild boar, lost his head after being hit by Suware's sledgehammer.
Eventually the battle began.
The elite guards who had gathered to control the news of the incident launched a merciless killing spree.
"You don't need to watch me anymore!"
"Kill him completely!"
"They are the ones who couldn't even eat a bowl of blood porridge anyway!"
Even though the prisoners who came up from the lower floors regained their strength, their bodies were greatly weakened due to the harsh labor and poor diet.
No matter how crazy he was and how many henchmen he had, as long as the guards had regained their composure, the coup was not enough.
Moreover, the presence of the two guards running wild like yaksha in front of the line of suppression teams formed by elite guards was truly overwhelming.
Rumbling! Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!
The ax blade on Dordium's forearm created a vortex of aura that chopped nearby prisoners like fish meat.
Slurp… Gurgling… Bubbly, bubbling-
The ground where Suware stepped on melted and soon turned into boiling lava, swallowing up the prisoners around him.
Starting from the two who stood at the forefront of the guard camp, numerous prisoners were being separated.
Even the big guys fell over, and no matter how fast they moved, they were all caught and killed.
Two colonels aiming to become the next prison warden of the Nouvelle Vague were turning everything that stood in their way into red-hot meat.
100 per day. Ikkitousen (一騎當千). Enemy of all people.
Long marks of slaughter appeared centered around where Dordium and Suware were standing.
The bloody Maginot Line.
No prisoner has ever crossed that line.
Naturally, the morale of the guards standing behind the two guards was rising significantly.
"also! "After all, they are colonels!"
"Nouvelle Vague symbol of force! The backbone of combat power!"
"They really are heroes vying for the position of the next prison director!"
"can do! "All the prisoners are welcome to come as many times as they want!"
The guards who were holding the entrance ceremony or who had suppressed almost all of the prisoners' coup that had risen up on the lower floors were cheering with great courage.
… … however.
There was a sentry's voice coming from far downstairs, sounding very frightened.
"Re, level nine! Level Nine! Prisoners from the 9th floor underground are coming up!"
It was a report that poured cold water into the heated atmosphere in the guard camp.