Escaping the Mystery Hotel - Chapter 399
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EP.399 Episode 399 – Room 206, The Cursed Room – ‘The Demon King Resurrects in 100 Days’ (1)
Episode 399 – Room 206, The Cursed Room – ‘The Demon King Resurrects After 100 Days’ (1)
[User: Han Ga-in (Jihye)
Date: Day 232
Current Location: Tier 2, Central Hall
Wise Man’s Advice: 3]
From the crack of dawn, everyone came out of their rooms and moved to the second floor hall.
Sure enough, two packages arrived at the large table in the center of the second floor.
Wing Boots and Eunsol Nuna’s strengthening tools.
My older sister, who ran over without hiding her happy expression, soon let out a voice that sounded embarrassed.
“Is it one?”
“one?”
“It’s just one, right?”
The only strengthening tool that came out of Eunsol’s parcel was a blue glowing brooch.
…
After my sister demonstrated the tool a few times, everyone understood what was going on.
The new tool, ‘Ho-Jop-Mong’, is a fusion tool created by combining the existing tools: a transparent badge, a brooch that summons nightmare butterflies, and a chef’s hat.
It can do everything that existing tools can do, plus it has additional features.
To this extent, it is almost like an inheritance.
My older sister also couldn’t hide her joy.
On the other hand, everyone had a hard time with wing boots.
“Hey!”
— Bam!
Several people took turns wearing them, but each person who wore them rolled on the floor before they could even take a few steps, let alone fly.
Jincheol, who had fallen on the floor, spoke with a dejected expression.
“I guess it will require quite a bit of training?”
“I have to go into the cursed room today?”
“I know.”
In the end, Ari decided to take the wing boots.
Because he is the only person who has succeeded in something similar to flying.
After completing the final preparations, everyone stood in front of room 206.
“…”
“…”
In the tense atmosphere, the grandfather coughed.
“Ahem, let’s go in. What are we going to do by standing here any longer?”
At that time, Songi asked a question.
“Who will be sealed this time?”
“Well… Cain?”
No, that’s not it!
“Grandpa, I was sealed in both 201 and 205, so it’s a bit much for 206 to be sealed as well… If that’s the case, instead of calling it a ‘seal,’ you should call it a ‘Han Ga-in nerf.’”
“Well, at least I don’t think so.”
— Squeak!
Finally, the last cursed room on the second floor opened.
*
[User: Han Ga-in (Jihye)
Date: Day 232
Current Location: Room 206, The Cursed Room – ‘The Demon King Resurrects After 100 Days’
Wise Man’s Advice: 3]
Darkened vision.
A foggy space where nothing can be seen.
what?
Are you sure it’s really sealed again?
Hotel these guys are really –
…
No.
I can’t think this long while I’m sealed.
Besides, the name of the cursed room looked fine.
The Demon King resurrects after 100 days.
It’s a very intuitive title.
It seemed to mean to prevent the Demon King’s resurrection within a 100-day time limit.
At that very moment, the surrounding fog began to swirl.
and….
A mysterious voice began to be heard from somewhere.
“In the coming destruction, I pray that the unshakable law may sustain the world, so that the chaos that fills the universe may not invade our little cage.”
Who the hell is it?
“‘Indomitable Reason’! Protect the world with clear reason!”
The moment those words burst out, an indescribable pressure brought me to my knees.
There was light.
Light was the embodiment of the rationality that humanity had built up, which was a resolute rejection of all supernaturalness.
I immediately realized what I had to do.
‘I need advice right now! Anything! I’ll give you all three, so please give me useful answers!’
[Advice: 3 -> 0]
[Check the scenario. Then do what you do best.]
*
[User: Han Ga-in (Jihye)
Date: 235th day
Current Location: Room 206, The Cursed Room – ‘The Demon King Resurrects After 100 Days’
Wise Man’s Advice: 3]
The information provided by the scenario I checked on the first day and the experiences of the past three days are summarized as follows.
First, all ‘supernatural’ means were rendered useless.
The grimoire didn’t respond at all, and the status window was left with only a hologram function showing the date.
Of course, the teleportation tattoo is also out of order.
The cause was very clear: it was the ‘indomitable reason’ that started working as soon as it started.
Second, the place I woke up in was a city called ‘Paradise’.
Paradise classifies humans into four classes, and I am a fourth-class citizen.
Third, as far as I know, ‘paradise’ is the most hellish place in the world.
— Tae-aeng! Tae-aeng!
“Ugh… It’s morning already?”
“I think you fell asleep a little while ago?”
“Fuck! Even if my sleep time is short, it’s too short -”
– 4th Class Citizen Paulo, profanity detected.
“Uh, uh? This was just a mistake -”
– I’m skipping lunch today.
The amount of sleep given last night was only five hours.
This is because sleep time was cut by 20% due to not meeting the daily quota.
“Gather! Gather!”
Loud shouts coming from all over the place.
Soon people with extremely weary expressions came out of the communal dormitory and started walking.
Some people couldn’t stand the sleepiness and staggered, and every time they did, the large foreman would yell at them and kick them.
“You lazy bastard! If the ancestors knew, they would say that you bastards don’t even deserve to eat a bowl of porridge!”
The ‘labor reeducation’ in District 13, where I was staying, had begun.
I forced myself to hold back my hazy mind and rode a cart that moved along the rails to the mine.
and….
— Ting! Ting!
All around, naked men began swinging pickaxes.
My job was a little better than that. The miners first dug up the impurity-filled ore, and I had to mix it with water and do something with it.
“Hey! Hanga In!”
“… yes.”
“Are you going to do something like that? You’re spilling all that precious Mirconium!”
“I’m sorry. I need to focus more -”
“You don’t have lunch today.”
“…”
I thought I was going crazy.
*
After the morning’s work was over, the cart took us deeper into the mine.
What I do here is use a thick shovel to clear away the sand that falls from all directions.
The old man spoke with a weary expression.
“Class president, water, just a sip of water….”
The foreman who was guarding the water jug kicked the old man in frustration.
“What the hell is this water! How can I not shut up?”
Another miner who saw this couldn’t bear it anymore and said:
“Hey, Peterson! We’ve been working for three hours already, how can we survive on just 300mL of water?”
When the class president heard that, Peterson glared.
“What’s wrong? Isn’t this problem caused by you guys being lazy yesterday?”
“Laziness -”
“You missed your quota by 4%! Roy, shut up and get to work. If you miss your quota today, you won’t get any meals next time!”
The miners, who were oppressed by the momentum, were all busy lowering their heads and avoiding the foreman’s gaze.
“Ugh, you guys are just like maggots!”
I felt like I was starting to lose my mind.
*
I thought about it carefully as I came back home after finishing my evening work.
What the heck is going on here?
Why did I end up in this horrible city, given the horrible status of a fourth-class citizen, and work all day?
The keywords for No. 206 revealed by Cheon Ki Nu Seol are as follows.
‘Three-way battle, a common topic in creative works, check the date often.’
How does this connect to the shitty reality we have today?
Who are the three parties and what is the usual material that explains this situation?
I check the status window date every day, but there are no problems?
Besides this, there are more than one or two questions.
As I looked into each one, my doubts did not go away, but rather increased.
The title of the room is ‘The Demon King Resurrects After 100 Days’, but what on earth is the Demon King?
I asked the miners who shared the same room, but no one knew.
He even teased me, saying that I was not even a child and that I believed such things.
I don’t really like the NPCs’ laughter.
What’s really disconcerting is that three days have passed and I haven’t seen a single one of my colleagues.
Where did everyone go?
Are you just a 4th class citizen like me, swinging a pickaxe around like crazy?
Or maybe a 3rd or 2nd class person in charge of work within the city?
A first-class ruler of the entire paradise?
I don’t know.
If only the status window had been intact, I would have been able to check the location of my teammates, but the status window itself had turned into an ‘opaque clock’, so there was no way to check anything.
I returned to the communal quarters with the other miners, barely able to keep my mind from becoming confused.
“What is this? What is this?”
“What the heck! Another quota shortage?”
“That’s ridiculous! Didn’t you all see it earlier? I filled the cart without a single gap -”
“Class president, class president, you punk!”
“class monitor?”
“반장 그 개새끼가 일부를 빼돌린 게 분명해!”
The miners who were too exhausted to move properly all felt their strength surge.
The notice that provided the reason had a simple message written on it.
[Violating the quota again. Your sleep time will be reduced by 10% for the next two days.]
At this moment, it was difficult to suppress the anger boiling deep within my soul.
If that guy, who looked like the class president, appeared in front of me again, I wanted to beat him to death without thinking about the consequences.
“Hey! In times like this, let’s go to bed as soon as possible!”
I lay in bed and thought about the pain of the past three days.
Hellish mining work that continues every morning and evening.
What was served for dinner was pale corn porridge that clearly looked like someone had slapped the ingredients together, and a lump of fat that smelled like game.
I should get at least 5 hours of sleep, but I keep cutting back on it every other day.
Even the class leader embezzles the minerals we worked so hard to obtain.
The confusion that had filled my head began to slowly subside.
At some point, words like Demon King and Heavenly Secret Leak didn’t even come to mind.
I remembered the advice the owl had given me before the status window went sour.
‘Do what you do best.’
What I do best.
…
You think the situation is complicated and you can’t understand it?
No, no.
The situation is so simple.
It’s also clear what I have to do.
A red flag flashed through my mind.
The proletariat has nothing to lose but its chains, and everything to gain is the world.