I Possessed an Academy Without a Protagonist - I Possessed an Academy Without a Protagonist chapter 322

Epilogue Episode 16. The Last

The madman could never forget the day he first entered the prison.

When I opened my eyes with a severe headache, all the limbs that had been severed were still attached.

No, everything except her right arm was attached, so it was three limbs.

The madman, who was puzzled that his entire body was not restrained, realized that he was in a shaking carriage.

It was a dark cargo compartment with no windows.

‘Go to the imperial palace. Or the Imperial Police Headquarters?’

Amman Even though I tried to focus on my sixth sense, I couldn’t see anything outside the carriage.

Mana was not read at all.

A feeling of complete disconnection from the outside world.

It didn’t take long to realize that this was the sensation felt by ordinary humans.

He went from being a transcendent person who lives eternal life to being a helpless human being.

As that reality inevitably came before his eyes, the madman lost all strength in his legs and collapsed.

In the pitch-black darkness, the madman’s eyes could not capture even an inch ahead.

The future that would unfold from now on was obvious.

As a surviving demon, as a general who lost the war, he will suffer all kinds of revenge.

Everything, including the part of the dead magician.

At least the madman had no doubt that he believed so.

Until the carriage stops, the door opens with a thud, and bright light pours in.

“Ugh…”

“Ugh, this is it. You crazy guy. f*ck, come out!”

For some reason, it was noisy outside.

The madman walked out slowly, squinting his eyes, blocking the light with his hand.

I was soon able to notice the identity of the noise.

“I’m a newbie! I’m a newbie!!!”

“Guard! Why does that bastard ride that wide carriage alone!”

“Are you the son of a noble family? Ughhahahahahaak!”

“Please let us into our room! I thought you were going crazy because you were afraid of new arrivals!”

“Shut up, you scum!!”

His arms were sticking out countless times between the gaps in the wooden fence surrounding him, struggling to grab the madman’s collar.

In a frenzied scene where spit was splashing here and there and people were screaming so hard that their ears pierced, the madman could only look around him, unable to fully grasp the situation.

“Where am I…?”

“Ah. f*ck. This isn’t an ordinary crazy person.”

“I’m asking where we are. No matter how you look at it, it’s not the imperial palace or the imperial police headquarters…”

With a crunching sound, the madman was unable to continue his words and ended up with his head stuck in the mud.

Just as he was about to rub the numb back of his head and raise his head, the madman was crushed by something and had to bury his face in the mud again.

“uuu but only

“Looking at what Heinkel sent, it looks like he’s either a fanatic or a political prisoner. We’re not at all curious about where and how you got away with it. But those scum will be very curious, right?”

Cheolpuk.

The madman’s head was forced to lift as he was tightly held by his hair.

The mud-covered madman’s field of vision was filled with people who looked at him and cheered, and who looked like they made him nauseous just by looking at them.

“You seem to be losing your senses, so I’m just giving you time to make a fuss so I’m just giving you a few hits. Get your head around it. If you don’t like those scum, I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t want to get rid of the corpses either. Do you understand?”

“······.”

Only then did the madman understand his situation a little.

Schlus Heinkel sent me to prison.

It is not a torture chamber where the Inquisitor waits while carefully washing the saw blade, but a prison filled with dirty people.

“Ha…hahahaha…”

“You still haven’t figured out the situation, you crazy idiot. If you do that, you’ll really die.”

The madman found it absurd and ended up laughing.

*

The first day in the lunatic prison was quite harsh.

As soon as he entered the assigned room, the madman had to fight a fierce battle with prisoners attacking him from all directions.

However, even if he was a madman trained in the martial arts of Amman, he had no business in Daguri.

It was impossible to deal with five or six prisoners who were twice the size of one with the physical strength of a human being who was still so weak that he could not adapt to it.

A slightly messy hazing ceremony was held.

Still, thanks to preparing a plausible self-introduction, he was able to end the irreversible scars left on his body with a tattoo.

If she proudly said that she was a demon who started a war by treating humans as worse than insects and ended up trapped in a human body, a special welcoming ceremony would be held and her entire body would be permanently disabled.

Life in prison was a series of hardships and hardships for the madman.

The madman had never once thought of himself as having a small physique, but he changed his mind after dealing with people who had bulked up with their flesh.

Even though she was a madman who was a demon until a few days ago, she was not tactless enough to dig up her own grave.

In order for her to survive, she had to constantly check her surroundings and not let go of tension.

Of course, this did not diminish the love of the seniors who cared for the new inmate who had entered the overcrowded prison for the first time in a long time.

Still, the madman adapted to his prison life rather quickly.

Paradoxically, what saved the madman was martial arts, which failed to save him on his first day of hazing.

Death matches were forced between new recruits with unspeakable penalties, but the madman earned the nickname “Mad dog” By winning consecutive games without losing an arm.

Thanks to this, the madman’s situation gradually improved as he caught the attention of the seniors.

After three months, he was already part of the reigning side.

He became friendly with the guards, and when it became easier to bring in outside goods, he started a small business using the white powder that prisoners used to make a fuss.

It was a time when he was solidifying his network and gradually accumulating wealth.

Quaang…!

“Lightning?”

“What is that? What kind of light is there?”

Lightning struck the north.

A lightning strike so large that it could be clearly seen even from a great distance away.

Then, the madman’s eyes widened as he saw a purple light coming down from the sky like a curtain fluttering.

He instinctively realized what had happened.

The war is over.

All the powers of the demons gathered in one place.

And then, the Absolute was born.

“Crazy dog! I’m visiting you!”

“Visiting a mad dog? Isn’t this your first time?”

“That’s right. Hey, crazy dog. Who is it?”

“······.”

The next day, Schlus Heinkel came to visit the madman.

When the madman saw Schlus’ face, he sighed softly.

His prediction, which he had prayed for in his heart not to happen, became reality and appeared before his eyes.

Schlus Heinkel truly returned with power comparable to that of a god.

“It’s good to see you’re doing well.”

“Everything…Is over…”

“Yes. Tilpits, the Traveler, and Alexia. They are all dead. I came to tell you that.”

“······.”

The madman’s head dropped.

Feeling a little bitterness, the madman smiled slightly.

I felt fortunate that I was the only one who could not die and suffer this humiliation.

“I thought a lot about what to do with you, madman. But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with an answer, so I decided to put you in prison for now and think about it.”

“······?”

The reason they put me in prison wasn’t to harass me?

You just left it alone because you needed time to think?

All the indignities suffered during those neglected days passed like a flash of light in the madman’s mind.

I had to feel all the pain and shame that a human can feel.

Realizing that the real punishment had not yet begun, the madwoman felt something rising from deep inside her chest.

“Crazy person. It’s good to see you’re doing well. Did I mention this earlier? Well, whatever. I mean it when I say you look good. Look at yourself. How humane and good-looking you are.”

“What?”

The madman could not hide his embarrassment, but examined himself carefully.

A body wearing a shabby prison uniform that smells because it hasn’t been washed for a long time.

Limbs covered in cuts and bruises.

Aching lower back all day long.

And her buttocks are still throbbing because they suffered so much during her freshman year.

She looked a long way from when she was a demon.

“Am I humane?”

“Yes. You are released, madman. In my opinion, you have already become a human being.”

“······.”

Just as I was in a daze, the madwoman was suddenly grabbed by the guards, changed her clothes, and was walking out.

Her door slammed shut behind her.

The madman carefully and slowly approached Schlus, who was burning her cigarette, and placed his lips on hers.

“What on earth are you planning?”

“What kind of trick is this? Tsk. Your breath stinks. Get out of here quickly.”

“What should I do from now on?”

“How do I know that, you bastard? Am I your mother?”

“······.”

Schlus’ finger poked the madman’s forehead.

She was shocked for a moment, but the madman soon turned away from Schlus.

Her one-armed man, who had fallen from her transcendental self into the human being he loathed and despised so much, began to trudge along.

“Huh?”

One step. And one more step.

Every time she took a step, her familiar memories came back.

Only then did the madman realize what Schlus had just done.

The Schlus made it impossible for the madman to forget anything anymore.

If you forgot something, he restored it.

All the memories of hundreds of thousands of years as a demon, which the human body could never fully contain, began to vividly appear in the madman’s mind…

“Ah. Oh my…”

Only then was the madman able to fully understand his situation.

When the blessing of oblivion that he had enjoyed for the past three months disappeared, the curse of memory struck the madman instead.

The vague anger toward humans soon became a feeling of helplessness, which in turn turned into a sense of self-destruction.

It was then that the madman finally understood the true meaning of how he had fallen from a great being to a small being.

“Hike. Ugh. Uhihihi.”

The madman was no longer sane.

He walked and walked endlessly into the dark forest, making strange laughing noises.