Chapter 105

The quest that I most dislike in Cell-X has begun.

However, it was impossible to cancel a quest that had already started.

I first checked the pudding slime.

When I reached out to my head, a soft body came up onto my palm.

I quickly put my hand down and checked.

“…….”

I saw Dominic who had turned into neon green slime.

As soon as I saw the sight soaked in fluorescent liquid, I almost burst out laughing, but I held it back.

It was because Dominic seemed to be in a bad mood.

I looked worried and wiped the pudding slime off with my hand.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry, it’s because of me.”

I fulfilled my selfish desires by pretending to clean him.

I massaged the soft body, and briefly took off and touched the prison guard hat that I had been curious about for a while.

I was curious about what material the prison guard’s hat was made of, but it wasn’t as soft as slime and felt like a regular hat.

I restored Dominic to the sparkly pudding slime as best I could and then put the hat back on.

Dominic, who had been holding still as I kneaded, finished by shaking out his ears to expel the last remaining liquid.

Then he looked up at me and said.

“Watching over Roasted Chestnut is not as easy as I thought.”

It seemed like he couldn’t understand the existence of God being harassed by things that were infinitely insignificant by his standards.

“I’m sorry, Dominic-ssi. I will get stronger quickly.”

When Dominic heard my answer, he burst into laughter for some reason.

I don’t know what’s funny, but Dominic then silently jumped up and climbed onto my shoulder.

Actually, it wasn’t the time to talk to Dominic.

This is because time is important here.

I took off my doctor’s gown and twisted it like I was doing laundry.

I finished reading the quest window with the sound of neon green liquid dripping as background music.

“Haa….”

After finishing reading the quest window, I sighed again.

The place where the Chief of Security pushed me was the new prison guard training center.

I wanted to recruit him as a colleague because his favorability score was high, but if his suspicion score was also high, I would be pushed into this place.

Each time you complete training here, your progress as a new prison guard increases.

However, there was one catch.

Regardless of training completion, the progress of becoming a prison guard was guaranteed to reach 100% after a certain period of time.

It was because of the neon green liquid that I fell into when I first fell into the training room.

The neon green liquid, a key component of prison guards, was infectious.

The more you drink, the higher your starting percentage will be, and the less you drink, the lower your starting percentage will be.

‘Once you touch it, you will definitely be infected, but… .’

Still, thanks to being as careful as possible, I started with the lowest percentage, 1%.

I shook off as much of the neon green liquid that was left on my body.

That was something I knew well.

However, there is no way to get out if you do not take this training course.

‘If you don’t have a solution, keep quiet. It’s a nuisance.’

The system window no longer appeared.

In any case, there was nothing the system could do besides block my view.

And I really had no intention of becoming a prison guard anyway.

I walked down the dark passage. After I was walking along a corridor-like area for a while, suddenly, my vision became brighter.

Before I knew it, I was in a small, square room.

A large monitor came down with a jingling sound.

As the screen changed, letters appeared in abundance.

After the lengthy notice, an input box appeared with a short phrase.

I laughed a little. The monitor was a touchpad.

It was a cutting-edge method that did not fit in with other objects in the prison.

In this way, I felt strange every time items that did not match the setting appeared in the trials.

I entered the name the trial gave me.

I looked at my name for a moment before hitting enter.

It is said that the name of the trial represents the characteristics of the suitable person or has some symbolic meaning.

My first name was Roasted Chestnut.

That was originally a nickname I used in the game, so I didn’t think anything of it.

‘I only thought I wanted to change it into something cooler.’

And after being changed into Little Lamb, there was no need to worry about the name.

I knew that in rare cases the name given by the trial would change, so I just assumed it was something like that.

Why a lamb?

Along with the doubts came some frustration.

Since it was changing anyway, they should have given me a cool name; why did they give me an animal name?

While I was hoping they would sell me a name change ticket, there was a rattling noise.

It was the sound of the steel cabinet in the right corner being opened.

I headed to the cabinet, and inside was a large towel and a set of prison guard uniforms.

I looked like a rat drowning in neon green water, so I was happy to see new clothes.

After drying my body with a towel, I dressed in a prison guard uniform from head to toe.

When I put on my hat and held my baton, I looked like I could work in a prison right away.

However, there was no metal mask.

An explanation for it had already appeared on the monitor.

I didn’t really want to wear a metal mask.

This was because I already had a great decoration item called Prison Guard Slime.

If it were a game, it would have been a legendary item.

‘In the first place, the more cute an item like this is, the harder it is to find.’

I put the slime down for a moment to change clothes and put it back on my shoulder.

Dominic complimented me.

“The uniform looks good on you, Roasted Chestnut.”

“Thank you. You too, Dominic-ssi. Your hat is really cool.”

After complimenting the hat, I returned to the monitor.

A song like a peaceful guidance sound flowed from the monitor.

Then a new screen appeared.

A rippling sea was depicted on the screen.

It displayed text while showing a prison in the middle of a remote island.

An illustration of prison guards hitting a Creature Inmate with a baton appeared on the screen.

A rattling sound was heard again along with an illustration that was exaggerated and humorous, even cute at first glance.

A crack appeared on the wall and the door opened.

The prison guard progress rate also increased.

I moved to the next room and gritted my teeth.

A new monitor appeared.

Beneath it lay a circular tangle of vines.

The plant with its thick stem was about the size of a large teddy bear.

Even though it didn’t make any sound when I hit it, I knew it.

That was part of Creature Inmate No. 1.

The sense of pain is still connected, so when you hit it, it still feels the pain.

Nevertheless, it was brought for educational training.

The letters appeared on the monitor again.

A deflated laugh spontaneously flowed from my mouth.

In the game, the player starts playing without any information about the creatures.

Just like the human prisoners in the prison, the Creatures are considered to be violent criminals and choose harsh options for them.

As you play multiple times and see the endings in different roles, you gradually gain new information, and the truth is revealed in the medic’s bad ending, the creature annihilation ending.

After listening to Creature No. 6’s will and seeing the bad ending, information is unlocked little by little from then on.

There is no creature here who has committed a heinous crime.

The remote island prison that was thought to hold only the most vicious criminals was actually a detention facility for extracting biofuel from Creatures.

They used human criminals to block outside views and exploit creatures.

A total of twelve Creatures were imprisoned in this prison.

Except for creature No. 6, free communication with humans was impossible.

Creatures who could not properly protest were imprisoned, their freedom was taken away, and they were oppressed with violence.

And the Chief of Security was a scumbag who knew the whole truth.

“…….”

I breathed calmly.

I took out my baton, approached the vine, and placed my right hand on it.

As soon as I placed my hand, a faint spasm radiated from the plant. It was a trembling that knew the pain was about to come.

I raised my baton.

And I brought my hand down.

“…Ugh!”

Even though I was prepared, it hurt quite a bit. I swallowed my groan and brought the baton down again.

The ‘10 hit’ rule had a slight loophole.

It was that as long as I was in contact with the creature, hitting my own body would be counted as a hit to the creature.

It was a way to pass the training without losing the creature’s favor, even though it was a bit painful.

‘I only have to endure it ten times.’

To be counted as a hit, a certain level of force had to be applied. I swung the baton violently.

It was when I had hit about six times.

Rustling…

The vine suddenly began to move.

Just as I was startled, wondering if I had somehow missed with the baton.

A soft stem carefully wrapped around my right hand.

To prevent me from striking it with the baton any further.