Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

The intense sunlight momentarily blinded Park Min-woo, and this purely physiological stimulation caused his tears to flow uncontrollably.

With tears blurring his vision, under the blazing sunlight, what he saw first were countless overlapping, raised arms and the cardboard signs and placards they held.

The bloodlines of sex offenders should be severed.

[Sending you off to accompany your father on his final journey]

May the father of the rapist rest in peace!

In the backlight, he could only make out a few of them.

After he came out, the shouts became louder and more excited; the signs waved even more violently.

Most of them wore matching red T-shirts, wide-brimmed hats, large sunglasses, or masks, and launched a series of fanatical attacks filled with a sense of justice.

These feelings of justice transformed into countless burning needles, piercing Park Min-woo relentlessly.

Park Min-woo's trembling intensified.

He used to be afraid, but now he only has unvented anger.

His eyes were bloodshot, his lips were trembling uncontrollably, his jaw was clenched and making a grinding sound, and his ears were ringing.

His fists were no longer just clenched; the knuckles were protruding and the muscles were like stone, as if they were about to break free of their restraints and pounce on the writhing crowd at any moment!

He wanted nothing more than to tear those screaming faces to shreds; the surging hatred was so intense that it almost overwhelmed all his senses.

Boo!

A dull thud, with a sticky, wet sensation, slammed into my left cheek.

The foul-smelling liquid exploded instantly, splashing onto half of his face and neck, and a few drops landed on the epaulets of the police officer standing diagonally in front of him.

It's a rotten egg that's been sitting out for who knows how long.

Immediately afterwards, several unidentified objects, judging from their trajectories, appeared to fly out of the crowd or into this direction.

"Damn it! Keep your head down and don't move!"

The officer on the right yelled and stepped forward, using his body as a shield to block Park Min-woo's view and also to stop the messy little objects.

The officer on the left exerted force at the same time, grabbing Park Min-woo's arm and shoving him violently into a police car parked not far from the door with its back door open.

"Get in quickly!"

Park Min-woo's vision was completely blocked by the police officer's black uniform, and all he could hear was the officer's heavy breathing due to his rapid movements.

Behind him, police officers roared, and outside the door, the commotion grew even louder and more frenzied, filled with triumphant screams and insults.

"Hit him! Smash this beast to death!"

"Go to hell! Go find your father and drink milk!"

He was shoved into the back seat without any mercy, his body slamming against the not-so-soft seat back.

The rotten egg liquid mixed with sweat splattered all over his face, running down his cheeks and emitting a nauseating stench.

The officers then quickly squeezed in and slammed the car door shut.

boom!

The car door shut out the insane, blinding hell outside, a place brimming with pure malice.

"Ugh, damn it, where are the tissues? How long have these eggs been sitting here?"

"Hey, stop being so awkward, or we'll have to wash the car later!"

Park Min-woo's chest heaved violently as he raised his handcuffed hands and haphazardly wiped the sticky, foul-smelling filth from his face with his sleeve.

The rough movements were like scraping a layer of skin off a face.

The veins on the back of his hands and arms were bulging.

That vicious hatred pierced his internal organs repeatedly.

hatred!

This resentment, capable of burning everything, has been branded and deeply embedded in the depths of his soul.

The car started and left the chaotic entrance to the funeral home.

Nighttime, Seoul Detention Center.

“Mr. Park Min-woo, I am Kim Seung-hwan, the lawyer hired by the Federation.”

"After learning about your situation, the Federation was very concerned and firmly believed that you were innocent. So they hired me to defend you. To make a long story short, the evidence is currently quite unfavorable to you. I need you to recall as much as possible whether there is any indirect evidence in the hotel that could prove you did not drug her."

"The fact that your fluids were not detected in the other person's body is quite crucial. The charge of drugging is now the prosecution's core weapon, and to win the case, it must be dismantled."

Inside the conversation room.

A lawyer in a suit sat across from Park Min-woo. The lawyer took out his notebook and spoke in a gentle tone, preparing to jot down any useful clues.

Park Min-woo stared at the lawyer in silence, as if assessing his credibility. He didn't speak immediately, but after more than ten seconds, he finally spoke.

"I intend to plead guilty."

"Huh?!" Attorney Kim's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the calm-eyed man before her.

“Mr. Park, the Federation is firmly on your side. You don’t need to worry about the lawyer’s fees. I’m also part of the Federation, and I won’t stand idly by.”

"Perhaps you were scared by some irresponsible people and thought that you could get away with it as long as you confessed."

"But I must tell you, your case is being handled by the Seoul Southern District Court, and both the prosecutor and the judge are... In short, sex crimes are always severely punished."

"If you plead guilty, you will face at least five years in prison. Even after your release, you will have to wear an electronic ankle bracelet for five to ten years, have your photo and name displayed publicly for twenty years, and be prohibited from going near schools and children's facilities. Have you really thought this through?"

"This concerns your entire life."

After listening quietly to the lawyer's words, Park Min-woo slowly nodded, revealing a chilling smile.

"My life is over."

Attorney Kim's eyelids twitched slightly, indicating that she roughly understood.

"Actually, you're being targeted as a pledge of allegiance, and the mastermind behind it is probably WOMAD." That was all he could say.

Park Min-woo glanced at him calmly and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Since you don't need my defense, a lawyer will provide you with standard legal representation. You can also request to plead guilty without a lawyer. Goodbye."

Park Min-woo watched him leave, and then a prison guard prepared to take him back to the cramped, unair-conditioned, and sweat-smelling six-person detention cell.

Suddenly, Park Min-woo paused, alerting the prison guards.

"how?"

"No, it's just that my foot is a little uncomfortable." Park Min-woo shook his head and obediently allowed the prison guards to lead him back to the detention cell.

Inside, some prisoners were lying on the bed with their upper bodies naked. They glanced at him weakly, then looked away, resumed their actions, and continued trying to fall asleep on the plane.

Park Min-woo returned to his bed, sat down, and stared blankly ahead, lost in thought.

The "unknown" has started a game; will you, who are qualified, enter?

【accept】

【reject】

He shifted his gaze, and as he looked, the options gradually lit up.

“I accept,” he murmured.

The square in front of me quickly disintegrated and disappeared.

Just when he thought it was just an illusion, a countdown timer replaced the previous box, as if it were etched onto his retina.

About an hour.

Along with this, a series of game notification messages also appeared.

Nickname: Park.

If he could only choose from his given name, he would prefer to use his surname.

After reading the game's notification, he vaguely realized that he had encountered some extraordinary opportunity.

Although he was happy, he couldn't muster any excitement.

Now, all he can think about is revenge, and only revenge can give him excitement.

If the game's rewards are generous enough, perhaps the plan won't have to wait until after his release from prison.

The first court hearing will probably be held in about two weeks.

He lay in bed, closing his eyes and silently counting down the days until the end.

"3, 21."

His vision suddenly darkened.

A sinister manor suddenly appeared before him at night, shattering everything in his field of vision. It materialized out of thin air and began to approach him relentlessly.

After zooming in to a certain extent, the bilingual name of Silver Cup Manor appeared before my eyes, and then the screen went black.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still lying in a bed, but the scene in front of him had changed.

The incandescent bulbs that were originally off have been replaced with candlelight, the light emanating from strangely shaped candlesticks on the wall.

The iron frame bed was replaced with a wooden plank bed.

Before he could fully regain his senses, a severe headache struck his head, causing him to vomit.

In an instant, a jumble of fragmented memories flashed through my mind.

Cotton, gunpowder smoke, prisoners of war, Andersonville concentration camp.

"vomit!"

The sounds of vomiting echoed throughout the room, clearly indicating that he wasn't the only one there.

After a few minutes, his brain gradually returned to normal, and the terrible headache subsided.

He slowly climbed up from the creaking bed and looked around. It was a square space with nothing but a lamp, a bed, and a door.

However, the walls were decorated with strange patterns painted in various colors, giving them a mysterious feel.

He looked at his arm with a strange expression.

So dark.

I rubbed it, but it wouldn't come off, so it probably wasn't dyed.

He's become a black guy!

Chapter 269: Angel Game

Objective: Escape the dungeon

A line of text appeared in Park Min-woo's field of vision and then quickly disappeared.

Then, another line of blood-red words appeared, and not only the words, but also their meanings were injected into his brain.

Do your role well.

Is this a hint? Role-playing?

So this is someone else's body, and the memories that just flashed through my mind were those of that person.

Such a small amount of memory is far too little.

He stood there, looking down at his festering, swollen feet and the scabs hidden beneath his skin on his calves.

I pressed my teeth against my tongue; they felt slightly loose, and my gums were very uncomfortable.

Combined with the scattered memories from before, Park Min-woo had a rough idea of ​​who this person was.

Trench feet, Black people, numerous mosquito bite marks, scurvy, and fragments of recent memories.

Without a doubt, this person is a Black soldier from the Union Army who was captured by the Confederate Army during the Civil War.

But this single stone room is far more luxurious than the infamous Andersonville concentration camp.

He walked to the almost openwork iron gate and looked outside.

This is a circular area, somewhat like a plaza, with the most prominent feature being the two pillars standing in the center.