Weapon seller in the world of magic

Sungjun’s jaw tightened at the words. Level-7.

Through Steve, he already found out about each level of this prison.

Level-1 inmates are those with petty crimes such as cons and thefts.

Level-2, currently Sungjun got in, inmates are those who were mostly smugglers.

Level-3 is where inmates with violent crimes are gathered.

And Level-4 is basically filled with murderers and rapists who are all basically sentenced to life imprisonment.

But from there, Levels 5, 6, and 7. These three deep levels will house those who committed crimes after coming to prison, from repeated violent fights to even murders.

And Seongha’s father, who was also known as the Dragon, Sungjun, heard from these two that when the Dragon was thrown into level-4 prison, he somehow supplied weapons to fellow inmates and gave them drugs to enhance their strength, launching a prison break.

It led to a heavy clash between the officers and the inmates, leading to 184 casualties, of which 68 were prison guards. It was like he wiped out almost one-third of the guards in the rebellion. As a result, he was moved to the Seventh Level, the deepest part of the prison, where one could never come out, even after their death.

Listening to the story, Sungjun leaned forward in curiosity. ”How do you get there?”

The men exchanged a glance that said everything: they didn’t want to know the answer, but they knew it anyway. ”Only one way,” the taller one said after a breath. ”Well, recently, an arsonist named Asha killed a guard captain who tried to sexually assault her. Some guards tried to suppress her, but she killed them, too. We heard that she killed 11 people. So, I guess if you match those kill records, you can be sent to level 7.”

”Killing?” Steve frowned at that suggestion. He almost growled. ”You bastards, what the hell are you saying?” He turned to Sungjun, ”Boss, don’t listen to them. Level-7 is the most dangerous place. You can’t get out of that place if you enter.”

Before Sungjun could reply, the mess hall doors swung open and three prison guards in riot gear pushed in. One of them barked, stepping toward, ”Hey, Inmate 76812. Come with us, this instant.”

At once, everyone’s attention once again shifted to Sungjun.

Sungjun, however, didn’t flinch a bit. He casually gazed at them, ”I’m eating. Can’t you see?” He said, twirling the noodles, and continued to eat.

”You...”

The nearest guard lunged first with his baton raised.

Sungjun grabbed the bowl and carried it with his chopsticks, and his free left arm, without looking at the attack, shot at him while clenching into a fist.

Meanwhile, mana flared in his body, riding through his left arm as it struck the baton. The weapon in the guard’s hand was broken into two pieces. The guard froze in his spot, his eyes widened at the scene. But Sungjun didn’t stop. He spun around and gave a punch with the back of his fist.

Pow

Despite wearing a vest to protect himself, the guard’s ribs fractured with the impact as he blasted away, crashing into a table.

The rest of the inmates stopped eating and moved away, becoming silent spectators. Meanwhile, Sungjun resumed eating.

Everyone: ”...”

”Raaa...”

The second guard also charged forward with his baton. However, before he reached the table, Sungjun, once again, without looking again, shot his leg at a blurring speed. His mana rushed into his leg this time.

The guard’s ankle behind his pants was broken after one kick. As he stumbled forward, Sungjun slightly twisted his body and gave a kick to his abdomen.

The second guard blasted away and crashed onto another table with another set of ribs broken. Gahhh The guard’s shout turned into a wet gag.

The third one took out his walkie-talkie to contact his superior for backup. However, Sungjun let out a grin as he put up the bowl on the table. The guard wanted to back away, but he got a boot to his back so hard his breath left his body, and his eyes rolled white, crashing to the floor.

From the moment guards arrived, not even twenty seconds passed, and the three officers in uniform were lying on the floor unconscious.

Around them, inmates scrambled; some were cheering his name, but many were just trying to keep from being swept up in the aftermath as they knew what would happen next. In other prisons, where the inmates merely change blocks or mostly stay in the same place, as a result, their influence will remain strong over time.

Here, the troublemakers wouldn’t get such a chance as those who commit crimes within the prison will atleast go to level-5, controlled by Robotic guards that enforce disciplinary rules without facing any problem of threats and way stronger than typical prison guards.

Since Sungjun was practically unknown to everyone, they didn’t care and just enjoyed the show, while refraining from cheering too loudly.

Meanwhile, the only person who got connected to Sungjun, Steve, watched the scene in silence. Like everyone else, he didn’t intervene and simply backed away.

However, the person in question, Sungjun, went back to his table and continued to eat calmly. A couple of seconds later, he smirked, thinking, ”This certainly should be enough for me to generate fame on this floor. Since I didn’t kill anyone either, the most I will get is a warning or a solitary cell for a few days. But it would be worth establishing a network with these smugglers. These guys are experts in handling things secretly and are definitely smarter than your average Joe.”

Fifteen minutes later;

The clang of metal echoed as Sungjun’s hands were cuffed and he was escorted down the narrow corridor. More than twenty guards flanked him with tensed faces and their boots pounding against the concrete like a drumline. However, Sungjun didn’t fight them but instead cooperated, just followed them without any protest.

Eventually, he was shoved into a solitary cell, as he guessed. As the door slammed behind him, he let out a deep sigh and sat cross-legged on the thin mattress, closing his eyes. ”Oh, Seongha, your request really pushed me to a prison and made me do things I would feel ashamed of... if it is my past life. Anyway...”

Letting out another deep sigh, he began his Mana Condensation technique that he had been practicing for the past three months.

The natural energy of the world outside rushed toward him as he activated it. However, when it was about to enter the prison, it was immediately dissipated, swallowed by the walls and wards.

He frowned, lips pressing into a thin line. ”Dammit, the Anti-Mana Rune technology was useless against my system, but they suppressed any outside energy from entering.”

A subtle exhale left him as he let the tension slide away. He folded his hands on his lap and shifted into meditation instead, trying to calm his mind and stay focused.

Far above, in the officer’s tower, the prison in charge’s phone buzzed relentlessly.

As the Night had fallen, the cells darkened except for the faint glow from the surveillance panels. The in-charge moved quickly, flanked by a small squad of guards. ”Everyone, stay outside.” He then ordered the guards to open the door.

The heavy door clanged open. Sungjun’s eyes flickered open slowly. His calm, unflinching gaze met the in charge’s as the latter stepped inside in a rather serious manner.

But once the door slammed behind the in-charge, the in-charge swallowed hard and sank onto the edge of the cot, showing his panic, ”Why... why did you do that, Sir? Three of our men were hospitalized. They were all good men with families.” His voice was low, but trembled with unease.

Sungjun let out a faint scoff at that. ”Because you didn’t tell me where the man was.” He leaned back slightly, replying in a sharp tone. ”Even a prisoner knows where his target is. You lied to me.”

The in-charge shook his head violently, sweat beading on his forehead. ”It’s not that I don’t want to tell you... It’s that I cannot. The spell—the prison’s wards—force me to keep the location of any prisoners below Level-5 a secret. I’m bound. I can’t reveal it.”

Sungjun’s eyes narrowed, staring at him. On the side, the holographic screen showed that Hypnotism is available to use. He pondered for a moment on whether he should use the technique or not. Meanwhile, his silent stare caused the in-charge’s breath to be suffocated a bit in tension. Sweat beads formed over his forehead.

But right then, Sungjun’s smile thinned until it was blade‑sharp. ”Fine,” he said in a low voice. ”I don’t hold you for what you hid. Nor should you hold a grudge for what I did. Now, forget about what happened before. Get me to Level Seven.”

The in‑charge froze, swallowing his breath in deep pressure. For a long beat, he said nothing, weighing some impossible decision.