Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 77
Cerberus (4)

The Great Hell War was over.

With everything done and over, Rukel returned to Burning Hell and headed straight to his office.

“Isn’t this great, being able to punch a royalty in the face like that in a crowd of people…….”

“It’s his second special promotion already, his confidence must be sky high.”

“Still, touching a noble?”

“Why. I was cool with it. The way he threw that punch gave me goosebumps all over.”

As he walked, he noticed the different expressions on the guards’ faces. Conversations were also about the Hell War.

Some were worried.

Some were excited.

Rukel smiled to himself as he watched them. Just the fact that some of them were encouraged was a success.

Pride in Burning Hell.

That meant it had sprouted.

“Warden, time is running out for the meeting.”

He quickened his pace at the secretary’s words.

He couldn’t be late for the regular meeting of the Six Kingdoms’ kings. Arriving at the office, he sat down in his chair and tapped his communication orb.

*Click!*

The orb emitted a red glow.

After confirming that the connection was established, he straightened up and sat down to review the documents that summarized the last meeting and what was on the agenda for this one.

It wouldn’t be long now.

The communication beads of the six kingdoms began to connect. The first to speak was the King of the Crane Kingdom.

-Was this Hell War a victory for the Ravino Kingdom or a victory for Burning Hell?

“Of course it’s the Ravino Kingdom.”

-Is it? Everyone else is talking about Burning Hell.

The King of Crane’s tone was sneering, as the King of Ravino’s communication orb lit up in response.

-Rukel.

“Yes.”

-I hope you don’t misunderstand your position by ignoring this matter.

A puppet of the Six Kingdoms.

To the Six Kingdoms, Burning Hell was nothing more, or less, than an organization that monitored the seven major criminal organizations.

A prison guard for one such organization punched a royal in the face.

To King Ravino, it was an act of disrespect and a great insult, but there was only one thing he could tolerate.

The Cerberus Project.

If it weren’t for that, he would have summoned Redin to punish him immediately.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Rukel spoke softly, remembering the meeting months ago.

The Oracle.

The kings of the six kingdoms had gathered with the story that an oracle had descended from the long-silent Holy Empire.

‘A criminal organization will join hands with the nobility of each kingdom to revolt and rule the world.’

The kings of the five kingdoms did not believe the words of the Pope, who led the Holy Empire.

‘Sooner or later, something big will happen.’

And so time passed.

The Pope’s words were true, and something strange happened. An organization called the Darkness Seven emerged, and criminal activity began to rise.

A series of noble deaths and the death of an aspiring saint.

‘Even if it means killing someone, we must capture the heads of the criminal organizations and the nobles involved in them, otherwise many people will be hurt.’

An unconventional proposal from the life-oriented Holy Empire.

‘Let’s talk it through.’

The six kingdoms conferred for a long time.

‘Why don’t we just kill them all?’

‘If we kill the leaders, those under them will take over the reins and be even more hardline.’

“I agree. If the leaders are imprisoned alive in Burning Hell, their will is sure to be broken, and the nobles hiding in their respective kingdoms will be uneasy.’

It was suggested that each of the six kingdoms take on one of the six major criminal organizations and deal with their own internal enemies.

‘Magnes, Pierre, and Hekan are incomparably larger than the other three, and who will bear the brunt of the damage?

‘I’d like to take matters into my own hands and take Pierre from the Kingdom of Crane, but if there is a noble in the Kingdom of Ravino who is in league with Pierre. There’s also the matter of the knights of the Crane Kingdom crossing the border and capturing them.’

All sorts of problems were raised.

The meeting was largely unable to come to a consensus, until the Pope made a suggestion.

‘Let’s use Burning Hell.’

And so began The Cerberus Project. It was originally intended to be a core group of people from within Burning Hell.

A few kingdoms objected.

They didn’t want to see Burning Hell grow in power after they’d cleaned up their criminal organizations.

That’s why it was decided to send a few promising young people from each kingdom.

-Warden?

The Pope’s voice brought Rukel out of his thoughts.

“Yes, Your Holiness.”

-What is the current status of the Cerberus organization?

“We’ll be conducting basic training for two weeks, and then we’ll proceed with the full-scale mission.”

-Basic training?

“Yes. They are individually strong, but beyond that, we need time to teach them the skills needed to take on a criminal organization.”

-Good. Cerberus will trust you, Warden.

“Yes.”

-Well, then, let’s call the meeting to order. The agenda item for this meeting is Darkness…

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Brule Port.

The sun was warm, and a stiff breeze blew. The people around him wandered about with deathly looks on their faces.

He looked at them and brushed off his uniform.

It was a great uniform.

The temperature control magic on the uniform.

It was refreshing to be unaffected by the temperature.

“Everyone who was supposed to come should be here by now, no doubt?”

Today is Cerberus’ founding day, and the day the new members arrive.

People that Daylon had contacted in advance.

He’d given them the time and told them to meet at Brule Port on time.

“Let’s go.”

He turned on his heel and headed for the ship. There was a sort of shelter where the ships were being loaded.

A building with blue walls.

He stood in front of it and took a moment to catch his breath. From now on, He would be an executive officer of Burning Hell.

His first mission as vice-captain.

That first step.

Leading the new recruits to a special training center.

He checked the time.

After waiting until it was precisely on time, he opened the door to the shelter just as the alarm went off.

*Creak!*

Inside was a large group of people that Daylon had contacted. People of all shapes and sizes, and a variety of weapons.

They all stared at him.

Perhaps because they were all up-and-coming talents from their respective kingdoms, the energy in their eyes was different. There was a sense of pride in their skills.

Many of their shoulders were raised.

Among them was Fabian, who had been beaten in the Hell War. He stood in the corner, glaring as if he were going to kill him.

‘Yeah.’

‘I see you haven’t yet come to your senses.’

Smiling wryly, he looked into the eyes of the new members of the organization and took a head count. All of the people Daylon had said were there.

“Looks like everyone’s here.”

*Snap!*

The silver-haired man sitting at the front of the room stood up and walked over to him, hands in his pockets.

“Are you Redin?”

Arrogant eyes.

The kind of look the knights of the Clock Tower in Burning Hell often gave him. The others guys behind him were no different.

The silver-haired man drew a fighting stance.

“So you’re saying we should listen to you, a prison guard?”

“Huu…”

In a situation like this, it was faster to show with actions than words.

He wiped the smile from his face.

He lifted his gaze and released a murderous energy.

The energy that rose from his body was directed at the silver-haired man. It choked the silver-haired man’s breath as though it were a stranglehold.

The silver-haired man trembled.

He took a step forward and kicked the silver-haired man in the knee.

“Kuck!”

The man collapses, unable to maintain his balance.

He put his foot on the top of his head and trampled it.

“UUuugh!”

Glancing down at him, then at the newcomers in the shelter, he opened his mouth.

“Anyone else want to fuck with me, step up now.”

“…….”

“Anyone?”

Those inside held their breath.

“This is your first and last warning, any asshole who looks at me or any of the other instructors with that kind of expression will have their asses handed to them.”

“…….”

“You’re not going to answer?”

“All right…..”

“Don’t stutter, answer me straight. Did you answer like that when you were being trained by your family or school?”

“Yes!”

Hearing the reluctant voice, he removed his foot from the silver-haired man’s head.

Standing up straight, he brushed at his collar and exhaled heavily.

“If any of you don’t want to give former prison guards the respect they deserve, get out now. You have ten seconds.”

Representatives from each of the kingdoms inside exchanged mixed looks. But they did nothing more.

A short time had passed.

Not a single person left the shelter.

It was to be expected.

They are not the top prospects in their respective kingdoms. The real prospects are already on an elite course in their respective kingdoms.

There are a few exceptions, like Fabian.

Most of them are in the mid-tier of their respective kingdoms.

They’ve been given a unique opportunity.

By the end of this project, they will be treated with the utmost respect in their respective kingdoms.

He was told that the six kingdoms have promised to give them extraordinary treatment, including induction into the royal core of knighthood, viscount status, and more.

“Ten seconds. Over. You will behave yourself from now on. Anything less will result in your immediate dismissal and the loss of your opportunity.”

He glanced around once more.

“Follow me.”

He led them out of the shelter.

After telling the last of them to pick up the silver-haired man, he headed with the group to a small speedboat that had been set aside for them.

A ship floating beside the harbor.

There were about 20 people on board. After picking up the silver-haired man, who was being dragged along, they set off.

*Thud!*

He sat at the bow and stared at the newcomers.

“If any of you change your minds now, jump in the water and swim away. If we venture any further in, there is no turning back.”

A familiar-faced woman raised her hand. The next leader of the Moonlight Pavilion, and the senior of Rebecca, the disciple of the Sword Lady.”

Adela.

She opened her mouth.

“Do you know where we’re going?”

“The training grounds.”

“The training grounds? We’re…….”

“I know. Your individual skills are among the best in your respective kingdoms, if not the best.”

But that’s about it.

“Have any of you ever killed someone?”

“No.”

“Then have you ever met the top brass of a criminal organization?”

“No.”

“That’s what we’re going to train you for.”

When the war with Magnes begins, criminals will not hesitate to kill. They’ll need to be prepared to deal with them.

“You’re training to kill people?”

“Uh.”

“Killing is forbidden by the Holy Empire. Isn’t that why Burning Hell exists?”

That’s true, though.

This time it’s different.

“A special organization called Cerberus is given special privileges. Privileges to operate above all laws.”

The newcomers around him looked at one another, surprised at what they were hearing.

He smiled at them.

“But do you know why these conditions were given?”

“…..”

“Our target, the leader of the Magnes, Caius Badiola. He’s a tough one to catch.”

A skilled individual who wields an Aura Blade freely.

Beneath him are two henchmen who have risen to the rank of Expert, and beneath them are thousands, tens of thousands, of forces.

Murder, human trafficking, brothels, drugs.

In order to catch the most heinous of criminals who will stop at nothing, you have to be as crazy as they are.

“The period you are given is two weeks.”

“……”

“If you want to achieve success and bring glory back to your kingdom….”

“Heh”

“Survive this training until the end.”