Weapon seller in the world of magic

With synchronized efficiency, the robots unleashed immobilizing electric shocks, pinning the woman down and forcing her to the floor. She shrieked, thrashing her hands left and right at them, but the jolt was enough to restrain her temporarily.

One of the robots then commanded Sungjun: ”Inmate 73812, return to your bed. Do not leave the designated area.”

Sungjun glanced at the restrained figure for a moment. ”It is indeed Xing Lin, no doubt…” As her younger image appeared in his head, reluctantly, he obeyed, moving back to the bed and sitting. His mind raced, trying to connect this sudden turn of events. ”What’s going on. Xing Lin died in that incident, along with me and several others. Was she saved by someone else at the last moment?”

A while later, Sungjun found himself back in the presence of the chief medical examiner, Nova. He leaned casually against the counter. ”About the lady in the ward earlier… what can you tell me?” He asked her, not being able to forget his one-time colleague from the past life.

Nova’s expression remained neutral as she spoke in her usual robotic tone. ”You do not have the clearance to receive an answer, Inmate 73812.”

At that, Sungjun tilted his head, smirking faintly. Unlike robots, since Androids and Gynoids were capable of thinking on their own and not just follow the strict instructions like a puppet, he put forth a logic. ”Then what about this—earlier, you people left me alone inside the ward without informing me of the threat or the victim. So, I can infer that you have the intention to harm me, considering I was hurt earlier by your robotic prison guards. I believe I have the right to atleast know the name of the person who attacked me.”

Nova’s eyes flickered, a moment of hesitation. Then, as if running some internal computation, her irises blinked blankly, filled with streaming 0s and 1s.

Then she said, ”Footage downloaded from the medical ward. According to the recorded data, Inmate 73812 left his bed and approached the bed of Inmate 67781. Therefore, you had no clearance to receive information about your assailant.”

Sungjun’s lips curled into a quiet smile as he thought. ”Inmate 67781… good. At least I know the number now. Typically, the cells have the inmate’s number plate right at their cell entrance. I can search for her.”

Putting away his thought, He then straightened, nodding to her, ”Alright. Can I return to my cell now?”

Nova gave a nod in response. ”No abnormalities detected in your system. You may leave the ward.”

Sungjun nodded again and left the medical ward. As he stepped out, the two robots flanking him spoke in unison:

”Inmate 73812, you are summoned to the interrogation room.”

Sungjun’s smirk returned. ”Perfect. Let’s go. I’ve been wanting to go to that place to complain and get some additional punishment, anyway.”

He walked with a calm confidence, his mind already planning his next moves as he followed them.

After a while, Sungjun strode into the interrogation room. Officer Nova—Model 12—was already seated, her tablet glowing faintly in the dim light.

”Inmate 73812, please sit,” Nova said with her usual crisp and mechanical voice. ”We have several questions to ask you. A polygraph test is being conducted. Your cooperation is required.”

Sungjun didn’t sit and cooperate at first. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall with a glare in his eyes.

”Actually, I have questions for you,” he shot back in a sharp voice. ”Why was I attacked by your robots when your cameras and software are clearly malfunctioning? I was attacked with electric discharge, and then they attacked me with tear gas? First a fire, now this? I want to contact the Human Rights Commission and file a complaint against all of you.”

Nova’s expression didn’t change, though. This time, instead of answering, she tilted her head slightly and said, ”Inmate 73812, you are accused of escaping your cell and assaulting prison guards. Cooperation with the polygraph test is mandatory. If you are innocent, appropriate compensation will follow.”

Sungjun’s face hardened for a second, but in the end, he sat down, and the robots attached the equipment to him..

”Did you leave your cell?” she asked.

”No,” Sungjun replied calmly. ”The cell remained closed until the guards arrived.”

Her eyes flickered to his heart rate, then back to the tablet.

”True,” she said. ”Did you assault the prison guards?”

”Yes,” he said plainly, his gaze steady.

”Did you assault them first, or was it self-defense?” Nova probed.

Sungjun leaned slightly forward, voice even.

”They attacked me with electric shocks for no reason. I asked for a proper explanation, and they left—without even a single apology. So, I retaliated.”

Nova’s lips remained neutral, but the tablet beeped softly. She made a note.

”Do you plead guilty to assaulting the prison guards?”

Sungjun leaned back and crossed his arms. ”No. I would do it again, and again, if needed.” He said firmly.

A slight pause as the gynoid’s eyes flickered over the tablet.

”We acknowledge the guards’ mistakes—software glitches, possible false alarms. Your cell will be shifted to prevent such errors in the future.”

Sungjun raised an eyebrow, about to respond, when Nova continued. ”However… your violent actions disturbed the peace of the floor. You didn’t just assault three guards; you deeply damaged one whose core circuit was destroyed. Therefore, you will be placed in a solitary cell for three days, following the rules.”

”How is it different from my current cell?” Sungjun asked casually. ”It’s not like I can move around anyway.”

Nova’s mechanical voice remained neutral as she replied. ”The solitary cell has no furniture, and the benefits that your standard cell has. No bed. Minimal space. You will experience absolute confinement.”

”Hmpf, whatever...”

Two robots escorted him down the corridor. When the door opened, Sungjun’s eyes widened slightly—not in fear, but in mild amusement.

The cell was tiny. Forget beds—there wasn’t even enough room to lie down. He could only sit. No toilet, no furniture, nothing.

Before he could question it, one robot gestured toward a red button on the wall. ”Press this for the call amounted toilet to appear. Food capsules will be delivered every evening at 7. For emergencies, press this button.”

Sungjun noted the manual light switch and nodded.

The door shut with a metallic click, leaving him alone in the cubicle. He sat against the wall, scanning the space. No cameras. Minimal surveillance.

He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and took out a tablet PC and earbuds from the inventory to spend the rest of his day while watching a tv series. While watching, he eventually dozed off.

The following day, at 11:57 P.M.;

Every one else on level-6, the lights were off and everyone was sleeping, except for patrolling robots.

Inside the solitary cell, however, Sungjun stayed awake, and he was waiting for the reset.

Once it hit 11:57 and the Invisibility, Teleportation skill (To level-7) is no longer gray, he immediately activated the skills one after another

”Activate: Invisibility.”

Sungjun’s fingers flexed as he activated the skill. The faint hum of mana surrounded him, cloaking his presence. Then, a quick glance at the Teleportation Portal skill, and he stepped through, vanishing from Level-6 after its activation.

Moments later, he materialized on Level-7, standing in front of the metallic door where he had sensed the presence a day earlier.

Just like before, the same voice echoed from beyond the door, sharp and cautious despite the fact that he was in an invisible state. ”I can smell you. It’s you again… Who are you? And what do you want?”

Sungjun’s expression remained calm at that. He replied smoothly. ”I’m here only to talk to someone I believe is here. Tell me, are you Ryu Dongsik?”

The other party seemed surprised. ”Do you know me?” He asked from the other side.

Sungjun, however, narrowed his gaze as he said. ”Before I speak, I need you to confirm your identity. If you are Ryu Dong-sik, answer my questions truthfully. First: all your subordinates bear a tattoo at one location. Where is it? Second: What is your daughter’s name—the birth name that was only hers for one day? And why was it only for a day? If you truly are her father, you will remember. If you don’t… then you aren’t worth my time.”

The air between them crackled, heavy with unspoken challenges. The man’s eyes hardened, realizing this was no ordinary visitor. Sungjun’s stare pierced through the dim light, a calm predator demanding the truth.

There was a brief pause from the other side. And then the voice spoke, ”Your energy signature… It’s eerily familiar. Tell me—how are you related to Michael Han?”

Before Sungjun could speak, he added, his tone laced with disbelief: ”Judging by your voice and manner, you seem to be in your twenties… but there’s no way the person I’m thinking of would end up in this level. Tell me you are not… Alexander, right?”

Sungjun was mildly taken aback, but he didn’t waver and firmly said without giving any introductions. ”First, answer my questions.”