Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

Musashi country, somewhere in an unknown dungeon.

Tick, tick-

【………】

…………

【House......】

In the darkness, the beating fire light moved slowly, and the thin figure was instantly illuminated by the fire light.

【Host……】

Something made a sound intermittently.

【Host...Host...】

【Host... wake up quickly...】

Host……?

The young man with his head down slowly opened his eyes, his pupils covered with mist were a little dizzy, and the dazzling golden streamer lit up the darkness of the room for an instant.

The thin bangs swayed softly in the air. Seeing that he finally reacted, 030 couldn't help crying anymore.

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, you finally woke up, host. 】

【...030, you are so noisy. 】The boy replied indifferently in his heart as usual, but 030 who got the response felt extremely relieved, sobbing and crying.

【Sorry woo...】

Yayoi Kojiro raised her head, and what caught her eyes was dilapidated walls with all kinds of dirt, haystacks with a rotten smell, and the locked iron gate at the door was also rusty. It seemed that it had been there for some years and had cracks Water drops were dripping down from the ceiling of the cell, and the sound of tick-tock-tick-tock was particularly obvious in the silent cell, and a puddle of water had formed on the ground below.

Looking up, two thumb-thick chains hung from the corner of the cobweb-covered wall, extending from the wall, and the rusty shackles tightly clasped his wrists.

Jindaiya moved his hands vigorously, the chain made a rattling sound, the arm that had been forced to be raised was so weak that it was unbearable, and the finger that was bleeding back was numb, and he could not even move it.

[Host... how do you feel?Are you ok? ] 030 asked him worriedly.

The host hadn't woken up since being brought here, and 030 didn't know how worried it was, but now that the host woke up, it was relieved.

【fine. ] Hearing the worried meaning in its words, Yayoi Kojiro answered the words in his heart and lowered his head to check his current situation.Although his freedom was restricted, he felt relieved that there were no new wounds on his body.

Recalling the previous events, Yayoi Komyo could not help but sigh.

Garbage game, really enough.

When getting off the boat, after the man named Kamo Ronso finished his sobering words, the two sides didn't respond, and the group got off the boat just like that.

But Yayoi knew that with the temper of a dog man, things would not be so simple.

The place where they disembarked was Ibarama Castle, which is famous for its Kabukicho, in the territory of Musashi Kingdom. The flower street industry in this city was extremely developed. Soon after disembarking, Liangmen Su Nuo took them to the largest Yoshihara Street in the city.

Along the way, Yayoi Kamito kept his eyes on the ground, and the corrupt and vulgar atmosphere around him was enough for him to silently add a 25 ban tag to this game in his heart.

In the alleys, like beasts in broad daylight, there are men and women with naked/naked intercourse//mates, and wandering girls in disheveled clothes standing on the street to solicit customers. The air is mixed with the smell of fishy sweat, sweat and powder, which is even more disgusting.

At the beginning, Yayoi Kojiro didn't know what the dog man's purpose was when he came to such a place, until he discovered the sight hidden in the dark.

Hidden in the crowd, trying to confuse them, but because the tightly wrapped clothes do not fit in with the surroundings, the inconspicuous lotus pattern on the cuffs exposed the identity of the monitor.

Jile Prison Sect, a Buddhist organization that appears many times in the background introduction of the game, is closely related to ghosts and gods, and advertises itself as a Buddhist organization that comes to save all living beings from suffering.

To be precise, it should be, evil//religion.

The other two naturally wouldn't miss what Yayoi Kodai discovered.

The next development is just like his current situation.

The dog man sold him.

As a bait, it was almost hand-delivered to those peepers who were just about to move, so as to find the lair of these people.

Yayoi Kojiro couldn't help biting her cheek.

It's okay to be double-faced, after all, it's the mission goal, and you have to bear it if you can't bear it.He actually wrote down the man named Kamo Ronso.

If it weren't for him, the dog man wouldn't have made such a move. With that man's ability, it wouldn't be too easy to find the mouse that appeared in the head, but now it would be unnecessary.

A dog with a mind smaller than the eye of a needle.

slam-la-

The iron chain that lost its shackle hit the wall, making a crisp sound.

The immature black cat cub struggled out of the pile of clothes on the ground, shook the fur on its body vigorously, then arched its waist and stretched its stiff body.

Looking at the locked iron gate, Yayoi Kodai thought for a while and decided to go out in this state.

Waiting on the spot is not his style, whether or not the two-faced Nuo will come to save people is another matter. The most important thing is that he is a little interested in this cult.

Combined with the behavior of this organization in the background of the two-faced Su Nuo, it is 80.00% possible that the mysterious person who used the little prince as an experiment also came from this cult.

The gap in the iron door of the cell can trap people inside, but it cannot trap the dexterous cat.

The black cat walked out of the gap leisurely, and looked around at the door.

[030, map. 】

[Okay! ] 030 responded cheerfully, pulled out the system interface in haste, and opened the map.

It has to be said that the host's calm appearance is really soothing, and 030, who was a little flustered at first, became more relaxed after the other party woke up.

Although the host is cold and not talkative, as long as he is there, everything is not a problem.

[Host, I'm going to paint~ Call me if you need anything~] The cheerful and self-conscious voice made the black cat pause, and then hummed, its voice seemed to be a little softer.

[Go. ] He said in his heart, raised his feet and walked towards the dark and narrow passage.

……

The location where he is now is probably the underground of a certain castle building, an underground prison composed of countless cells.

The ground and walls along the road were mottled with dry, dark red blood, and the spiders weaved webs one after another in the corners of the walls. The whole place exuded a stench of decaying insects and rats in the sewer. An existence comparable to hell.

Yayoi Jindai sneezed countless times along the way, and her head was a little buzzing.

Garbage game, why so realistic?

The black cat, which originally wanted to rub its nose with its meat pad, looked at its messy paws, paused, snorted, put down its paws and continued to move forward.

[The plot point is triggered. 】

[The player triggers the plot point, the volume of memories. 】

After passing through a door, the system in his mind suddenly sounded a reminder. Yayoi Kojiro wanted to pull out the system interface to check, but found that there was no response.

The system cannot be opened, 030 has no response, and the prompt is only triggered by the plot point.

Already tired of cursing, Yayoi Kojiro didn't bother to scold anymore, and walked silently and cautiously along the wall.

The torch was hung on the wall, and the faint light of the fire illuminated the surroundings. On both sides of the narrow passage, the closed cell was no longer empty.

There are more or less deformed children in each cell.

Three or four years old, seven or eight years old, ten or so years old, there are children of every age group. The children with numb expressions and empty eyes are like animals locked in cages. Their clothes are torn and their naked bodies are skinny and shriveled. There are various scars all over.

Whiplashes, burns, knife wounds, festering pustules, bloody bite marks.

The insects, ants and mice in the dirty cell are even more like masters than these walking dead children, roaming unscrupulously around the room, and even climbed on the children who were lying on the ground unwilling to move.

The eyes of the black cat reflected these scenes that were comparable to purgatory on earth, and the cat's tail hung down behind it.

He thought, he knew what the plot point was.

The black cat took a step forward and ran quickly.

Someone noticed the black shadow flashing past in the dimness, and their dry eyeballs moved, but there was no curiosity in their hearts. The eyes were cloudy, and there was no desire for life.

……

Passing through one cell after another where children were held, the black cat seemed to be guided by something, and quickly moved forward in the darkness, and finally came to the deepest part of the dungeon.

There is still some light in the front, but the deepest place is pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

The faint sound of breathing in the dark environment was intermittent, like the panting of a dying beast.

The black cat flicked its tail, passed through the sky-high iron gate, and entered the deepest cell.

The mottled moonlight spilled in from the broken cracks in the wall, giving a glimmer of light stingily, making people yearn for the light but not be able to touch it.

The black cat stepped on the blood-stained soil, its golden pupils shrank slightly, and the pupils clearly reflected a captured and imprisoned beast.

The deformed four arms were firmly locked by iron chains hanging from both sides. The shackles bruised the wrists, and a few rags covered the body. Just like the children outside, the scrawny body was riddled with scars and old wounds had not healed No intact piece of flesh could be found on the newly injured body, and iron hooks the size of fists were even nailed to the lute bone.

Tick, tick...

The strong smell of blood in the air mixed with the rotten stench in the cell made people dizzy. The black cat shook its head uncomfortably, and patted its tail on the ground irritably.

The slapping sound was very loud in the cell, and the shackled monster slowly raised its head.

Four hostile eyes locked on the unexpected intruder in the cell at the same time, and the murderous intent contained in it made people shudder.

The gold that emerges from the darkness is like a spark that suddenly lights up, shining in the darkness, attracting the eyes of light chasers.

"...Cat...?" The dry voice was like rough stones rubbing against each other, so hoarse that it was uncomfortable for the ears, and there was no deep, mellow, sexy and seductive tone like a cello.

The black cat wagged its tail and approached slowly.

"Get out."

Even as cubs, the wounded beast refuses to be approached by anything, preferring to lick its wounds alone rather than let go of its boundaries.

The black cat stopped not far away, looking up at the child who was only seven or eight years old.

Looking at it, he suddenly yawned, moved his body, and then faced the opponent's murderous gaze, jumped lightly onto the head of the cub, clawed at the hair that looked like a chicken coop a few times in distaste, and circled He lay down with his tail motionless.

"???" The child with an inexplicable extra thing on his head widened his eyes. After realizing it, he shook his head and roared loudly. The iron chain rattled because of his movements.

"Get off!"

The black cat's paws hooked the strands of hair, and no matter how it was shaken, it was completely unaffected. On the contrary, the little guy below made a hissing sound because his scalp was involved.

——At last it stopped.

The black cat perfunctorily patted the head below him, taking the irritable roar below as a lullaby, closed his eyes and quickly snored.

"Get off! Do you hear me!"

"Why are you sleeping on someone else's head!"

"Get out of here!!!"