Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 144
Rodwell’s Secret (4)

Buckerjaw, Leader of Pierre.

Iphas, Leader of Hekan.

The two had their own concepts of a clown and a spider woman, respectively.

Not only are they skilled as leaders of their respective organizations, but they also fit their respective concepts, with Buckerjaw using flashy tricks and Iphas freely manipulating spider webs.

He didn’t care who he was up against, so he handed the choice over to Fabian.

“Who do you want to take on?”

“I’ll deal with Iphas.”

“Okay. If it gets tough, just hold on, I’ll make it quick.”

“I can’t hold back the vice captain.”

Fabian glanced in his direction, sending Redin a knowing gaze. He smirked, giving the other a nod before moving toward his opponent.

Redin’s opponent was Buckerjaw.

He was familiar with the techniques he used, having raided in the game before.

‘Heh.’

When he looked at Buckerjaw with a grin, he laughed in return and took out a dagger from his waistband.

*Toss* *Whoosh*

*Whoosh*

One dagger after another.

The dagger juggling was spectacular in Buckerjaw’s hands. A wide smile on his face as he performed the trick.

A dazzling spectacle that could not help but draw one’s attention.

“What do you think? This is a celebration for you, Kehihihi.”

“I guess this will be your last performance before you die?”

“It might have been for the me of just an hour ago.”

Buckerjaw radiated murderous energy.

His eyes glowed with madness while he grinned and threw the dagger in his hand.

A dagger that sliced through the air at breakneck speed.

With that, Buckerjaw moved and lunged at him, Redin twisting his body to dodge the first dagger.

Anticipating the move, Buckerjaw threw a second and third dagger at Redin simultaneously.

Kicking the ground, Redin rotated to avoid them.

Evading all of Buckerjaw’s daggers, he used Shadow Shift to move behind Buckerjaw.

Then, he swung his sword.

*Clang*

Buckerjaw blocked the attack and swung his dagger in reverse. Several dozen daggers flashed in his hand.

All of them contained aura blades.

*Swoosh!*

*Skrrr*

*Snatch*

Bukerjaw would throw his dagger, wield it directly, and sometimes retrieve the thrown dagger while in action.

An unorthodox attack that overwhelmed his opponents.

One of his signature moves, the Clown Sword Dance.

Redin remembered the moves from the game, but in person, they were nothing short of childish.

*Clang*

*Clank*

It was even more so because Buckerjaw had entered an awakened state with the demonic energy he inherited from Rodwell.

The speed and power were incredible.

If Redin hadn’t gotten the [Red Dragon Body], he would have lost a life in the rush to block it, unable to avoid its deadly blow.

“Hahaha. Where’s your smug face from earlier?”

Buckerjaw’s eyes glinted as he pushed the demonic energy higher. The power flowing from his body grew in intensity.

The daggers he had been juggling in his hands began to spin and float in the air.

Daggers that moved without being held.

In martial arts novels, the phenomenon commonly referred to as ‘Sword Control’ was unfolding before Redin’s eyes.

As Buckerjaw spun his body like a dancer and snapped his fingers, the daggers moved around him like they were dancing.

*Swoosh* *Swoosh*

In an instant, a barrage of daggers shot out.

Redin swept them away using Storm Slash.

He increased his speed, parrying the blades from all directions. Facing the demonic energy contained within each dagger, a sense of foreboding washed over him.

To what extent did their awakening make them stronger.

And how far he would have to push to unleash his special moves.

*Oooh!!*

Focusing his mana into his blade, he sent out a half moon slash. The aura blade formed and shot toward Buckerjaw.

Quickly recalling his dagger, Buckerjaw tried to block the half moon slash.

Redin shadow-traveled behind Buckerjaw and then used another half-moon slash.

The two crescent strikes poured out in front and behind Buckerjaw.

“Damn it!”

Gritting his teeth, Buckerjaw grabbed his two daggers and pulled up with all the energy he had.

*BOOOM!*

The look on Buckerjaw’s face as he fended off the half-moon slashes was vicious. With a fierce scowl, he threw a dagger at Redin.

At the moment of the dagger strike.

Buckerjaw stretched his hand toward the sky and moved his fingers like he was playing a piano.

In time with his gesture, the fallen demons on the ground rose to their feet.

[Puppet Dance].

“Dance.”

The puppet demons rushed at Buckerjaw’s command. The demons are enhanced by Buckerjsw’s demonic energy.

*Rooar!*

When one was killed, two more came charging, and when two were killed, four more came at Redin.

Puppet demons that multiplied like mad in the clown’s hands.

The look on Buckerjaw’s face after using his most powerful technique was something to behold. Chuckling and gloating as if he had won the battle.

“Yeah, Okay, Good, That’s it! Swarm him like that!”

“I have something similar.”

“What?”

As the Shadow Lord’s rank increased, he summoned all the shadow alter ego that was available to him.

Ten shadow avatars.

Together, they charged at the puppet demons the clown had created.

Some of the shadows wielded the [Black Bear’s Paw].

Some unleashed a flurry of slashes.

Each of them used their skills as they saw fit and swept through the puppet horde.

“Fuck!”

Buckerjaw snapped and waved his hand.

The true trick of the puppet dance.

A technique that merged all of them into one giant creature.

If it could be done, it would produce a beast on par with a Sinister.

*Swish*

The shadow clones unleashed a flurry of slashes, charging towards Buckerjaw.

*Whoosh*

*Slash!*

*Swipe!*

.

.

.

A solid line of ten shadows streaked through, and Buckerjaw’s body was torn to shreds, collapsing to the floor.

“Eat.”

His shadow alter egos devoured the demonic energy scattered everywhere, leaving the cleaning up to the others as he watched over Fabian’s battle.

Iphas using his spiderweb.

Like the protagonists of a hero movie he’d watched before, she was using her web to grab things and throw them, or she was using her web to subdue her opponent.

*Baaam!*

Fabian formed a blood shield to block the giant rock that Iphas threw at him.

Utilizing his blood magic.

The shield turned into many arrows that flew toward Iphas, who spun a web to block Fabian’s attacks.

Meaningless attacks and defenses with no effective attacks.

If Fabian had trusted his skill and pushed harder, Iphas would have been subjugated by now.

His constant hesitation when he could have attacked more was a mistake that showed his inexperience.

It was understandable, to a point.

He hasn’t been a vampire for very long, and his skills with the blood arts are still limited.

Especially since this whole thing happened because of Redin.

‘Maybe a little assistance?’, Redin thought to himself.

“Fabian!”

“Yes?”

“As long as there’s a single drop of blood around you, you’ll never die.”

“…..”

“You’re no longer a human, you’re a vampire, and don’t forget, a True Blood vampire at that.”

“…Got it.”

Fabian’s gaze changed.

He bared his fangs and his eyes glowed.

Instantly, the momentum had shifted.

Fabian lunged at Iphas, although he sensed something odd, and Iphas looked like she was about to use a special move.

Fabian was a bit faster.

The blood of the demons everywhere shot up into the air, rushing toward Iphas.

Iphas swiftly moved, using her web to avoid the stream of blood.

But the endless blood blocked every possible path she could take. A giant cage stretched across the sky.

The cage gradually became smaller as it trapped Iphas.

“I am…… a True Blood Vampire.”

With determination, Fabian raised his right hand and clenched his fist.”

*Clench*

The cage instantly shrank.

“Kkeueueug!”

In the midst of the pressure that threatened to burst Iphas’s body, multiple spears appeared and rained down on the cage.

*Swoosh!* *Squelch!* *Thwack* *Squilch!*

Dozens of spears pierced the cage.

“Arrgghh!”

Iphas screamed as she collapsed in a pool of blood.

“Hufff.. Huu….”

Fabian gasped, having overdone the blood technique. Redin walked slowly, using his shadow alter ego to move the bodies of Buckerjaw and Iphas.

He threw the two bodies in front of Fabian.

“Make them your subordinates.”

“….”

“Why?”, Redin asked.

“I think they’ll be eaten by my powers.”

Fabian’s eyes wavered slightly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be watching from the sidelines.”

“Alright.”

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Deep beneath the Oberg Empire.

In the tombs of past emperors, a black chrysalis lies in the ground.

A chrysalis that took the form of a man.

*Thump.*

*Thump.*

The chrysalis moved in time with a pulse. The hard exterior began to crack and break open.

*Crack!*

In one swift motion, Rodwell’s crouching body, rose up along the shattered chrysalis.

Standing on his feet, he raised his hands.

Curiously, he clenched and unclenched them into fists, then opened them, palms out, and placed them on his chest.

The corner of Rodwell’s mouth curved upward as he felt his heartbeat.

“Success….. I made it.”

Demonic Energy filled him from deep within. Along with the power of the demon god rising in the mind.

-Feel it.

Rodwell grinned at the sound of someone else’s voice, which sounded like an audible hallucination.

“I do. I can feel it.”

-Destroy, crush.

“It’s what I wanted.”

-I will give you my power to accomplish all that you desire.

With those last words, the voice faded away. Rodwell closed his eyes for a moment, drawing on his demonic energy.

*Surge*

All of his senses were heightened.

Rodwell could feel everything around him.

The two figures in the Imperial Palace.

Judging by the absence of demonic energy, it seemed that the Pierre and Hekan leaders he’d sent beforehand had been defeated.

“Well, it doesn’t matter.”

There was nothing he couldn’t do with the power he now possessed. Rodwell pulled the demonic energy up slightly, and a section of his back burst open to reveal black wings.

Rodwell flapped his wings and soared toward the ceiling.

*Flap* *Flap*

Breaking through what was in the way, Rodwell ascended. He could see the palace floor, the second floor, until finally reaching the top.

Rodwell looked down from the highest point of the palace to the ground below.

Two men in his line of sight.

One was Fabian, the Leader of the Bloods, in charge of the Western sector, and the other was a vaguely familiar-looking individual.

An unknown man with a slight curl to his mouth as he looked at him.

The sight of the sword in his hand immediately reminded him of someone.

“Re… din?”

The sword held by the man was the same one used by Redin, and it was the sword that Rodwell himself had transformed using demonic energy.

But now, it was back to its original form.

The face of the Knight Commander superimposed on him.

Rodwell had apparently failed in his attempt to pick out the infiltrator with Redin’s blade, and handed it over to the Knight Commander.

“…It all makes sense now.”

From the competition for the identity plaque to form the Imperial Knights, to the awakening of the Sinister and sending them to Adrian’s kingdom, to the succession to the throne of Adrian with the assassin sent to kill Rebecca.

Redin was involved in all of it.

“I will kill you, no matter what.”

Rodwell stretched out his hand and used the power of the demon god to blast at Redin.

*BOOOOOOM!!*