I felt pain all over my body. I frowned and got up.
There was no pain anywhere. His arms and legs were sore as if he had been beaten with a club, and his dry mouth tasted like sand. I rubbed my stiff eyes a couple of times and looked around, but it was still dark everywhere. I don’t think it was an eye problem.
A faint light shone dimly from afar, but it was not enough to illuminate the world.
For a moment as he moaned and scratched his head, he felt something strange.
weird. Who took off the straitjacket? I was obviously tied up and thrown into the abyss.
One limb was tied tightly, an eye patch was put on his eyes, and he even had a gag in his mouth. Deprived of his physical freedom, he was thrown to the bottom of the abyss without any safety device.
Even while falling, I struggled for a long time to survive, but the military special straitjacket was the kind that an ordinary person like me could not do anything about. Seriously, it’s strange that I’m unraveling the straitjacket that the military has put so much effort into. I continued to resist helplessly in my straitjacket, and eventually collapsed from exhaustion.
At least painlessly, contented with the fact that the Earthmother will end me at once.
But after falling to the bottom, you’re still alive? How many hours have you fallen without any safety device?
no, before that.
This is definitely the abyss cursed by the Earth Mother. It’s an abyss with no bottom. Why is there a bottom?
It’s a contradiction. At the bottom of the abyss, such a thing would not exist just by looking at the connection of words.
After thinking for a while, what kind of English this is, I realized something and muttered. this is it There is no other way to explain this.
“Ah, I died and went to hell.”
[no. This is not hell.]
“Aww!”
The voice came from right behind me. I was startled and fell to the floor. He shook his trembling body and shouted at the ‘something’ in front of him.
“Who are you?”
Two eyes twinkled in the dark. Something with a ghost-like presence was staring at me from there.
Humans are obviously not. If I were a human, I would have read my thoughts. So what? Ghost? beast? Or an apostle of hell?
As I waited for an answer, trembling in fear, those eyes slowly approached. My eyes, accustomed to the darkness, outlined it.
Recognizing the identity, I called it with a trembling voice.
“Golem?”
It was neither a ghost nor an animal. At least the Apostle of Hell would be the closest explanation.
Because the real thing in front of me was a military magic golem created in a hellish country called military.
If only a cylinder and blocks were used to imitate a human, what would it look like? The golem was watching me with its eyes made of crystal balls. A mechanical voice emanated from the speaker on the golem’s mouth.
[The main building is Captain Abbey, a military correspondent. You have been handed over to the education center as of today, and you must perform the assigned duties under the control of the main building.]
A magic golem, a remote control type that moves in sync with the user. It is a military device that is often used because it is convenient to control.
When I saw the golem, I nodded and lamented.
“Did the golem also go to hell? tttttttttttttttttttttttttt How many people would you cut… . Blame yourself for being born as a military golem.”
[This is not hell. If you do not believe, we recommend that you look around.]
I followed the golem’s words and looked around.
The land is concrete that can be easily seen in the military. I don’t know what’s inside, but the concrete that covers it is firmly supporting the world. Of course, there are no grass or trees in sight. Only man-made, achromatic structures stand in place of vegetation.
I looked up involuntarily. There was no sky, let alone anything shining. Pure darkness, neither night nor anything. A darkness that only the Void could show, absorbing light, spread out beyond.
And as I slowly lowered my gaze, a fairly familiar building caught my eye.
Searchlights move left and right to illuminate the darkness in the abyss. A round shadow of light sweeps across the concrete ground. Then, the moment it touched my foot, all the searchlights in existence climbed up the ground like a beast with drugs and all at once turned towards me.
A dazzling artificial light is focused on me as if trying to burn my body. I covered the light with my hand, and caught my eye on a huge structure that I had never seen before.
A square five-story building built solely for practical purposes. A searchlight to detect escapees hangs from the thick concrete exterior wall built with sparsely added steel plates. A large light hangs high and illuminates the prison area, but it is too small to take the place of the sun. It’s only a few dozen meters away, and you can’t see anything without a searchlight.
An isolated island on the ground, built to completely separate the inside from the outside.
A prison that I have only seen from far away is in front of my eyes. The prison, a symbol of the military, stood watching me with dozens of searchlights, as if announcing that this was the place for you to stay.
Taking all the light, the golem said to me.
[Are you judging the situation now?]
I nodded slowly.
Apparently, the Great Prison Tantalus is definitely a space that can become a military legend.
“It’s like crazy. A prison is built on the miraculous land at the bottom of the abyss.”
If it’s like a military country, should I say it’s like a military country? A turned tech tree, built from a prison at the bottom of the abyss, cannot be done unless a country is as crazy as the military.
Golem pointed out my self-talk.
[I’d like to warn you about your inappropriate remarks.]
“It’s not funny. Do you want an innocent person to be locked up in a place like this and show some loyalty?”
[I’m short on time, so I’ll brief you on your mission first. I encourage you to listen… . If you don’t want to die, that is.]
The golem warned sullenly. I was trying to be sarcastic, but when I felt that sarcastic tone, I shut my mouth.
As I stopped speaking, a dry voice came from the golem’s microphone.
[This is the military’s 5th level important facility, the Mental Training Center, Tantalus.]
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Mental training camp was another name the military used to call prison. There are studies that say that prisons and prisoners are not conducive to social stability because they have a bad language. That’s why prisons were called psychiatric training centers and prisoners were called trainees.
At best, it’s a military pun, at worst, it’s language control.
The military will not admit either of them.
[Tantalos was a facility designed for high-level, high-risk trainees. They have extremely dangerous abilities and violent personalities, and due to their lack of social skills, they were going to receive socialization education in Tantalus, completely isolated from the world.]
“What if it was planned?”
[However, due to an unfortunate incident that occurred a week ago, most of the trainees escaped from Tantalus.]
“What?”
escape? You escaped the abyss?
Putting in the rebellious attitude for once, he focused all his attention on the golem’s words. He couldn’t read the thoughts of the golem, so he was nervous to somehow extract information from his tone or tone.
The fact that many of the felons that Tantalus harbored escaped and spread throughout society is of no importance. Whether such a country falls into chaos or collapses, is it for me to know?
What’s important is the fact that they ‘escaped’. The information suggested a possible escape from the bottom of the abyss.
“How did you escape?”
At my question, the golem responded by staring at me.
[Information not permitted to you.]
“Sheesh.”
also can’t There’s no way a military signalman can be so lax.
It would be nice if I could read your thoughts, but it’s a pity. I can only read people’s thoughts, but I can’t read voices that are transmitted through signals and reproduced by microphones.
Inevitably, we have no choice but to obtain information in a rather plain and uninteresting way.
Beckoning him to say something more, the golem continued his explanation.
[Most of the trainees rioted, destroying the facility and killing management personnel. They occupied Tantalus by force and then escaped in unison by some means. Military authorities are pursuing them, and they plan to arrest and punish them all soon. However, in the meantime, three exemplary trainees did not take part in that violent and barbaric act and remained here voluntarily.]
In the military, the word exemplary is a modifier for stupid hogu. So it means that only cowards are left in this prison.
It is ironic that the world’s most famous prison has become a haven for cowards.
[However, the facility was destroyed by those who escaped, and all of the management personnel were killed. It is impossible to leave cooperative trainees in an unmanaged training ground. An additional manpower was needed to manage Tantalus, and you have been assigned here.]
“iced coffee. So.”
Now I understand. For some reason, no matter how framed I was, there was no reason to imprison an ordinary thug like me in Tantalus.
For some reason, it was said that the military police were suddenly roaming the city. From the moment I was arrested by the military police to the trial that ended in less than three days. I could clearly see how I got here.
So, in a word, manpower was scarce, and after catching common criminals like me on a large scale, they were enslaved and thrown into the abyss?
Using prisoners to help them out. This is the military’s favorite method.
hey now? no, turn around. It doesn’t matter if I die, so I’m going to block up the messy places with criminals.
Anyway, there is one thing to know here. I am confined, but here I am free. No matter what I do, there is no one to stop me.
If there were no instructors and I was the only worker. How can I stop myself from being lazy or making bombs here?
Realizing this, I raised my head and stepped forward proudly.
“What if I don’t work? Are you going to come down and beat me yourself?”
[It won’t happen. You will have to do anything to survive.]
After saying that, the golem turned his head and looked towards the prison. While only a few searchlights dimmed the darkness, a black figure glimmered in the depths of the closed door.
The golem murmured.
[…] They are coming.]
“them?”
Ignoring my counter-question, the golem spoke even faster.
[Those who remain in Tantalus… . I don’t have much time. Now let me tell you what you need to do.]
what to listen to At best, cleaning and laundry will be everything.
Gently clasped the pods behind the head. Let’s see. Only three prisoners left? That number can only be heard several feet. If it’s a good-natured prisoner, I can entice him with nice words.
No matter how much he says he is a vicious criminal trapped in Tantalus, if he gets scared by the military command and kicks himself out of the opportunity to escape, he must have a very passive and weak personality.
Even though I am a regular criminal, I used to carry my head stiffly in the back alleys. In addition to that, thanks to the ability of mind-reading, even a fairly violent person could not stand up in front of me.
I have no strength and no Gao. If you leave, please do not apply here.
It was a time when I was so engrossed in my heart.
[Stay alive.]