Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 172

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 172

Jangdok (1)

"hmm."

This is the inside of a damp prison cell.

An old man with a long gray beard stood staring blankly at the wall.

“It’s a bit gloomy today.”

His identity, that of Segundo Buendia, is that of the man wearing the sky blue prison uniform.

He was the legendary black magician of Marquez, commonly known as 'Buendia'.

His wrinkled hands shook slightly.

Under the light streaming in through the bars, he was holding a plate and warming something up.

The crushed vine beans infused with black magic began to react to the heat, developing a softer and more intense flavor.

“Good.”

He took a piece of hard bread out of his pocket.

It was a boring dish that had been eaten for decades, but Buendía was putting his own twist to it, demonstrating his talents.

Buendia took out an old spoon.

I cut the bread in half for easy eating and spread the just-heated sauce thoroughly on it for easy eating.

He took a big bite and muttered to himself as if it was a new experience.

“I never imagined that black magic would be used for something like this.”

‘Corruption’ is one of the black magicians’ special abilities.

But another name for corruption was 'fermentation'.

Depending on how you look at it, food can be seen as either spoiled or fermented.

Buendia was a genius among geniuses who was well versed in the secrets of black magic, and he was able to fully demonstrate his abilities in this prison cell.

While chewing the bread like that, savoring the deep flavor of fermentation…

-Thud! Thud!

Guards with magic staffs appeared.

They paced the hallways, banging on the bars, and Buendía munched on the rest of his 'special sandwich' with a familiar air.

Then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and brushed away the bread crumbs from his soiled prison uniform.

“Is it time for a walk?”

The time that comes back every day.

It was the time Buendia waited for every day.

Sure enough, not long after, the guard showed up and spoke to him.

“Come out.”

“Okay.”

Clank!

Drrrrrr!

The thick iron door opened.

He got up and headed outside, but…

It was still the interior of the Chamber of Commerce prison, surrounded by walls on all sides.

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.

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“Arrrrr···”

“Ah, so that’s why I smuggled myself into the dimensional line back then···”

The prisoners lined up in an orderly manner under the control of the guards.

A senile vampire, a powerful accountant from another dimension, and even audacious thieves who infiltrated the dimensional vault.

This camp was filled with hordes of beings from various dimensions captured by the Chamber of Commerce.

What life was like outside was a constant topic of conversation among the prisoners, and those who had made even a little bit of a name for themselves were always busy bragging about their prowess to the other inmates.

“It’s noisy today too.”

All of them were called 'economic criminals'.

The Chamber of Commerce's primary task was to collect all the magic stones from multiple dimensions, and any opponents who stood in its way were punished as economic criminals.

The name of this prison was also 'Multidimensional Economic Criminal Camp'.

“Okay, let’s all gather quickly!”

A walk time of only one hour per day is given.

As the guards threw a large magic ball into the open space, the inmates began to quickly form teams for the game.

It was a so-called 'superpower match' where each player used their own abilities to put the ball in the goal.

While forming a team of three or five…

An inmate approached Buendia.

“Black Magic Grandpa, you’re not going to wear it today either?”

“I’m done. You guys do it.”

“Why, it seems like you’re not playing with us as much anymore?”

“Don’t talk like a child… I have to take care of the intestines, so I can’t do that today.”

“Hey.”

A yellow-haired inmate walks away grumbling with his mouth sticking out.

Even though he was young, he was the head of a famous safe-robbing organization that had raided upper-dimensional vaults three times.

The lineup of fellow inmates that formed the team was impressive.

If it weren't for this weakened prison, this lineup would be chilling even to the stomach, no matter how much you call it a chamber of commerce.

But leaving them behind, Buendia headed to a shady corner.

“Where should I look···”

There were four jars neatly lined up there that Buendia had personally made.

Buendia grew vine beans and magic weed along the vacant lot fence, and he would grind the harvested beans and the magic weed seeds that he dried in the sun to make a special fermented sauce infused with black magic.

Buendia filled the jar with the black magic that had been consumed over the past few days, tasted it briefly, and then put the lid back on with a satisfied smile.

“It tasted really good.”

Savory, salty, spicy, etc.

It was a small but meaningful variation to pursue in the dull prison life.

As if in agreement with this, a squeaking sound was heard from next to the jar.

“No, it won’t work. It’s zero.”

“Tick.”

A small skeletal rat poked its head out from a corner of the jar.

The boy put his small hands together at the corners of his mouth and scratched his white skull, acting all cute.

It was my way of asking for something to eat.

“That guy, he lives well without eating… He’s stealing food from the living. That guy.”

Buendia grumbled and put his hands in his pockets.

Then he took out the small piece of bread he had set aside for Zero.

Since real bread would provide no nutrition to the skeleton rat, Buendía mixed some black magic into it and fed it to the skeleton rat.

“Tick!”

Zero wagging his tail as if to say thank you.

The guy who had eaten the bread as if he was closing his eyes to a crab once again started acting cute and climbed up Buendia's collar.

Then, with his eyes dyed purple, he slowly poured into Buendia what he had seen.

“Even so, you’re really working hard.”

What Zero showed were the hidden secret passages in this concentration camp.

If you're lucky, you might be able to fool the guards and escape through the passage.

But Buendia knew better than anyone that it would be of no use.

Swish.

Buendia rolled up his sleeves, revealing a bold tattoo on his forearm.

“Zero, Grandpa can’t go out if this is drawn.”

All the prisoners were branded.

The brand reacted to a special magic tool located in the center of the prison cell, and could pull prisoners to the cell like a magnet at any time.

Even if I escaped prison, it was clear that I would be dragged back in less than half a day.

That wasn't the only role of tattoos.

A sealing ability that drastically weakens the abilities of prisoners.

Even Buendia, who was famous as a legendary black magician, was reduced to just an ordinary old man next door who made kimchi.

Tick tick.

Looking at Zero standing on the pedestal, Buendia recalled his younger days vividly.

“I was really young···”

As a young man, he had a grand dream of ending all wars in the multiverse.

It was a talent that could even surpass that of a great magician, but Buendia devoted himself to Marques, not Arcane, and utilized his innate ability to sense mana for black magic.

To fight against the Chamber of Commerce, the root cause of all wars.

“Back then I thought I knew everything.”

It was the result of excellent mana sensitivity.

We were able to detect the locations of the Chamber of Commerce's key locations located throughout the multidimensional world.

In fact, he planned a large-scale operation to strangle the Chamber of Commerce, led by Marquez.

and···

“At first, everything seemed to be going well.”

In fact, he tasted success.

We destroyed the Dimensional Exchange and the Talent Development Institute, and hijacked countless magic stone transport ships.

Marquez and Buendia began to make a name for themselves as powerful opponents of the Chamber of Commerce.

If there was just one thing he overlooked···

“You must not forget that, Zero. That what I know is not everything. That the other person may know that.”

It was none other than himself.

At the time, Buendia didn't know.

That while he is exerting his sensitivity, he is also exposing his location.

As a result, Buendia was captured and imprisoned in the economic prison here.

The Chamber of Commerce didn't kill him.

Buendia was a warlock and there was a risk that he would become a vengeful spirit and escape.

They decided to keep Buendia alive in this camp, forever.

“Well… it’s all in the past now.”

For the first few years, I couldn't sleep at night because of anger and resentment.

But still, life goes on.

Buendia discovered small pieces of life by sharing joys and sorrows with other inmates.

Over the decades, he gradually became able to govern himself.

Dalgrak.

Taking a deep breath, Buendia closed the jar.

The camp's strict walls still surrounded him, but…

“Life is short, but history is long.”

He didn't think he was trapped.

As long as multidimensional history continues, someone will one day continue his fighting spirit.

Buendia was now ready to calmly accept the 'end' that had been given to him.

but···

-Wheeeeeeek!

“······What is this?”

As if mocking his pledge, a siren began to blare.

Buendia's frown was never caused by the alarm sound.

Because something huge was rushing towards this camp.

and···

“······Black magic?”

It was not Buendia who failed to notice that power.

Woof woof!

Guards rushed out of the central building and began hastily moving prisoners into the holding cells.

“What is going on?”

“Ah, just as things were getting fun···”

The grumbling economic criminals of the Chamber of Commerce.

In that commotion···

“······”

Buendia was experiencing a second turbulent period in his life.

***

Shuhwaaaaaaaah!

The screen moved quickly.

The place where Aureol and I are located is a branch of the Chamber of Commerce located within subspace.

It was also called the 'Integrated Logistics Situation Room'.

“Yes, our swan is fast.”

The Bone Dragon Swan was flying towards the economic prison camp.

In his hand he held a large flat bone, and on that bone were the coordinates of my subspace portal.

in result···

Swaaaaaaah!

We were monitoring the swan's movements in real time.

Because the branch's <Satellite Observation> function allowed us to check the area around where the portal was installed on a monitor.

Krrrrrr···

A white swan filled with purple black magic.

Although the body has become smaller, its majesty remains the same.

Before long, a sturdy camp building appeared before his eyes…

“Hey, what is that···!”

“Dragon? Bones, bones···?”

The guards' expressions became thoughtful.

The dog bell rang.

The sirens placed on the four sides of the building blared loudly.

The guards moved busily as if preparing for the attack, but···

“I’m scared.”

We had no intention of fighting them.

A swan landed in front of the camp with a thud.

The guy simply stuck the bone he was holding into the ground like a flag.

The guards observed the dragon's actions with a puzzled look…

“······?”

I immediately opened a portal and put the swan into the subspace.

As a result···

“Oh, it’s gone?”

There was nothing left in front of the camp.

There's just one giant stick stuck in there.

I stood up with Aurel, arms crossed.

“Now all we have to do is wait.”

“Yeah, I threw out the bait.”

For security, the camp is surrounded by fences.

It was a device to prevent prisoners from communicating with the outside world…

This time, the device would fuel Arcane's imagination.

“···You’ll definitely want to look inside.”

Because the Arcane wizards were able to trace the Bone Dragon's tracks.

A flat bone lying around.

Traces of the remaining corpse that had been cut off.

Unless you're an idiot, it's only natural to assume that Roberto's remaining body was moved inside this concentration camp.

Whether they knew about this thought or not, the guards simply stood there in confusion, facing the bones.

By the time they surrounded it to clear the bones…

“You’re here.”

Wizards wearing blue strings appeared.