044. Persimmon

Kim Woo-jin hastily returned to purgatory.

10 prisoners.

This was unprecedented, at least in the 20 years he was the warden of purgatory.

I don’t know much about the past before that, but it was the same for at least 300 years, according to Dercain’s story.

Of course.

No matter how many dimensions there are like the stars in the universe, how many dimensions are in danger of destruction, how many possibilities the chosen hero will protect that world, and how many other possibilities will he not obey the gods and give up his power?

“Ten, ten.”

It’s clear that the admins are manipulative. What is it?

Are they really warriors?

No, anyway, this went too far. Could it be that the gods transformed the executioners into warriors and put them in?

Perhaps it was just a reservation. Instead of sending prisoners who deserved to go to Purgatory to feed him, they are holding them in captivity and sending them all at once, taking advantage of the opportunity.

“What would you like to do?”

“How can I do it?”

Receives prisoners sent by the gods. that never changes

The important thing is to figure out how many dogs the administrators sent among the ten warriors and what their ulterior motives are.

“It wasn’t all that bad.”

In any case, as long as he is in prison, he is a prisoner and is put under Kim Woo-jin’s control. If you beat them up well and get them out of prison, you’ll be able to clear 10 people in no time.

Then the day when the contract between Kim Woo-jin and the gods is fulfilled will be drawn up that much.

“I’m sending all ten out.”

If that’s the case, it doesn’t matter in the end what kind of scheme he had to send ten warriors at once.

The gods will regret it after hitting the ground with their own stupid self-killing.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I won’t be wary of them.

As always, face-to-face meetings with them will take place in the counseling room.

“…It’s good that you got plenty of elixir from the World Tree of Daydram.”

Before that, you have to put Lily back in the skycloud.

* * *

The day was bright.

After putting on my hat and smoking a cigarette, I prepared to welcome the prisoners.

11 o’clock sharp. Without an error of one second, the front door burst open.

Familiar dark escort officers stick their heads out.

It looks the same as always, but what is different is that there are ten prisoners, not one, following them wearing various restraining tools.

“long time no see. Warden.”

The convoy leader bowed his head and handed over the documents about the prisoners.

I checked the prisoners one by one by comparing the photos registered in the documents with the actual objects.

Then, suddenly, I found an unusual prisoner.

“I’ve seen it before, but it’s the first time I’ve seen it in Purgatory.”

A human upper body attached to a horse-like lower body. it’s a centaur A centaur warrior.

Centaurs are a heterogeneous race with undeniable intelligence. However, there are very few of them, and the level of being able to play an active role as a hero is also small.

This is because the main race of most dimensions is always human, and the hero’s task is to stand on their side and prevent the end.

There were more unfamiliar dimensions than the Centaur was familiar with, and there were many dimensions that he was not prepared to accept as a warrior. Because of this, centaur warriors were rare. more than giants.

“Six humans, one elf, one dwarf, and one beast. evenly. Anything special?”

It’s good that more than half are human. Even two out of six were from Earth.

“There is nothing.”

“Why did ten warriors come in at once?”

“It’s a coincidence. you know? It is never planned that warriors arise and they become prisoners.”

“People whose name is God are good at saying things like that.”

“Because I am not a supreme being, I cannot give you the answer you want, even if you ask me.”

The convoy leader did not change his expression and replied calmly.

“The person released must have arrived safely, right?”

“He voluntarily gave up the divine powers bestowed by the gods and returned to his original dimension. It has been added entirely to the warden’s task.”

“Go.”

“Okay, then see you next time.”

The executioners, leaving behind ten prisoners, have disappeared.

“Put them into the counseling room one by one in turn.”

“Yes.”

started consulting.

“I am not curious about how much you have been supported as warriors and what kind of existence you are. will you be quiet? Or do you want to get hit once?”

The same beginning, there is no brave man nodding his head obediently there.

“I will kill you and get out of here!”

Human hero number 1179.

“earthling? I’m an earthling too! Earthlings should help each other and live. Please let me out!”

Earthling Human Hero #1180.

“Oh, I’m the legendary warrior who saved Darmen, you son of a gun!”

Earthling Hero #1181.

“I am a warrior! There is no reason to be treated like a prisoner!”

“die!”

“What the hell, why are you doing this! I am a warrior! The hero who saved the world!”

Human warriors #1182, #1183, and #1184 were largely the same. At first, he denied the reality and was angry, but succumbed to power and grieved. and succumbed

Among them, number 1184 was exceptionally strong. It’s not just about losing power, it’s a skill that must have been offered as an enforcer.

“So it’s a prison where the warriors are imprisoned? Even dogs are doing it with sincerity. No one dares to imprison me! I’ll pull out your limbs and chew them up!”

No. 1185, beastman warrior. The beast was also tenacious in accordance with its characteristics, and it was beaten even more. After being stunned, he was thrown into solitary confinement.

“…It’s absurd to say from the position of reaching the pinnacle as a hero, but I don’t think I can defeat you. However, it is impossible to be imprisoned in this absurd prison.”

Number 1186, the Elf Hero. Again, the elves were the most calm and reluctant to fight among all the warriors. He recognized defeat but fought and succumbed to Kim Woo-jin and was settled as a prisoner.

“Does the ax I forged myself melt in the heat? Damn, what the hell are you?”

Number 1187, the dwarven warrior easily succumbed to melting his weapon.

“···Right. Is this place called purgatory? Being trapped because you didn’t give up your power. Those called gods are intolerant. I have no desire to fight you.”

And the long-awaited number 1188, Centaur. He was a very strong fighter. In my personal opinion, he was the strongest among the 10 warriors who came in today.

And it had elements that could stimulate Kim Woo-jin’s curiosity.

“You seem to know about Purgatory.”

“A long time ago there was a man who returned from purgatory. He was my grandfather and he was a great warrior.”

“Did he tell you?”

“Right.”

“No way.”

The gods are not so lax. Spreading information about purgatory across the creature’s plane was never positive for them.

As Kim Woo-jin knew, the hero who gave up his strength swears an oath. Like the contract between Kim Woo-jin and the gods, an oath that not even the gods can break.

It means that talking to anyone about purgatory is fundamentally forbidden.

‘Is this the spy sent by the manager?’

To do so is to say something you don’t have to do.

“My grandfather said he returned after hundreds of years. He was always angry. However, when I was young, I didn’t know what it was. Grandpa always kept quiet about the subject and the reason for his anger.”

“By the way?”

“But just before he died, he spoke of this purgatory. Then he was sucked into a crack that suddenly arose, and I haven’t seen him since.”

As a reward for breaking the oath, he fell into the abyss. The abyss is a hell where even the gods cannot come out, where those who violate the oath go.

His anger toward the gods is so deep that if he gave up everything and told the truth, he would understand.

The fact that he fell into purgatory because of his unresolved anger is a little less probable, but that’s how emotions are originally. At least if you listened to the story of the centaur, there were no mistakes.

“But I didn’t know that I would end up there. Like a sleepy god. How is it that he wears the name of God and does such a thing out of fear of the warriors?”

The resulting enmity against God is also appropriate. But it’s so appropriate that I’m rather suspicious.

Kim Woo-jin suspected that perhaps this centaur was a spy planted by the gods.

“Hey, you’re not saying anything in front of me anyway, are you? For now, I’m the director here.”

“Is that important? Whether I do it or not, I won’t let you go if I don’t give up my power. I have no intention of giving up my power.”

“That’s right. That’s right, but one letter is missing.”

The centaur’s head turned with the sound of a blow echoing through the counseling room. Four sturdy legs rose into the air and rolled around inconsolably.

“Heuk, what is this!”

“You are a prisoner, and I am the warden. Where are you squeaking out your half words, you bastard.”

Among the many prisoners Kim Woo-jin allowed, there were only two prisoners who allowed him to speak in a half-speaking way. Prisoner number 1077, Dercain, the longest-serving prisoner in Purgatory. And prisoner number 1152, the captain of the elves.

For no other reason. Because they deserve it. Conversely, the centaur proved nothing.

“I have never spoken rudely!”

The centaur expressed regret.

He’s right. Because haoche is not half words. But it didn’t matter in the first place.

Centaur. Although not as high as the high elves, they are few in number and are a special race. But that doesn’t mean you have to set yourself apart from other prisoners.

In particular, they are a race that moves with the same logic of power as beastmen. It is convenient to have discipline in the beginning.

If you don’t want to fight, you have to fight and submit by force. So that it is easy to manage.

“It is a problem in itself that a beast is sick with a human and uses a lower body.”

“…I’ve never seen a human as reckless as you! Are you truly a servant of a god who is so ruthless!”

The four legs minimized the impact and quickly corrected the body. The muscles of the upper body squirmed and threw the spear made of mana.

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However, it was bounced off by Kim Woo-jin’s light touch.

“…how so easily?”

“Even the servants of God.”

Hwareuk, flames bloom.

“Because you have to be able to do it.”

The upper body of a human like you and the lower body of a horse are dead. You can’t even wake up.

“Don’t ignore me! I am the clan of the great khan!”

Hee hee hee, I couldn’t really hear the words. However, to the extent that it felt like that, the centaur was rough. He charged with a huge lance made of mana in his hand.

A black light aura wrapped around his body. It became one huge window.

The lance charging that Centaurs are proud of. The greater the number and the larger the scale, the greater the destructive power.

Unfortunately, however, his opponent was Kim Woo-jin.

The flame stretched forward. The shape of a huge fist collided head-on with the spear. The fist and the spear, the broken thing was the spear.

“Aagh!”

Kwaaang, with a huge shock that shook the office, the centaur screamed and fell out.

Kwajik, Kim Woo-jin’s legs trampled on his wriggling body crawling on the floor.

Then, the counseling was finished with the ideological verification that he had done with the other nine prisoners.

“God, try being an asshole.”

* * *

“…All 10 did it.”

“···Yes?”

what do you mean

The deputy director pondered for a moment to grasp the subject of the conversation.

“All 10 passed the Thought Verification.”

“What if it’s an ideology test?”

“God, he said he did well when he told me to try it.”

“Would that just work?”

“That’s why I also ordered other curse words, but they said it all.”

“No, that doesn’t work in the first place, does it?”

“It worked well on Earth. Although the subject has changed, isn’t it okay to insult God if you are a sincere believer?”

“They are not believers. If, like Kang Min-shik, you were simply promised a price and instigated by God, why can’t you insult God?”

“… that’s right.”

Kim Woo-jin nodded and erased from his mind another assumption, the possibility of tricking the executioner into prison.

It is unlikely that the executors, who are faithful believers, would insult the gods even if it was their duty.

“Anyway, it hurts. I have no idea which one is the spy. How many of them are there?”

“I guess I have no choice but to take my time and find out.”

“that’s right. And fortunately, there is still a way this way.”

“What is?”

“Leave elves to elves, dwarves to dwarves, and beasts to beastmen.”

Sienna, Dercain, and Tarkan will go through all sorts of verifications on their own. If they are, you can trust them. Then we can exclude three.

“What about the rest?”

“I have to leave it to Kang Min-shik.”

“You mean Kang Min-sik?”

“yes.”

Kang Min-sik is still, officially, God’s dog. Since Bern knew that and disappeared, the other gods must also know that.

And there is no one who does not use a usable card.

“If you approach it as a servant of the same god, there is a high possibility that it will come out easily. I don’t know what kind of god sent them, but he doesn’t discriminate between this one and that one who fucks me up.”

So the spies must know about Kang Min-shik.

“But can you completely trust Kang Min-shik?”

“I don’t believe you.”

Whether Kang Min-sik’s words were true or not, Kim Woo-jin was not sure. At least at that time, I felt sincere, but the human heart is the most cunning.

What he believes is the situation.

“No matter what he feels, we have no choice but to pretend to cooperate for now.”

Then you will definitely have contact with someone.

If you want to be friends with Kim Woo-jin as it is, with the real spies.

If you’ve turned your heart back to God, fake spies.

You just have to look at his attitude and decide. To lie or not to lie.

“Because I know so well again.”

It’s not just a sense, it’s a kind of authority.