"Hey, where's the guard? Even though I'm a prisoner, I should always give something to eat! Have you swallowed my bread for your own sake? You are abusive! I'm going to complain to you! ”

Jimmidovich shouted loudly towards the dungeon's passages that felt like there was no end, but no one responded to his protests, only the wind from the depths of the earth echoed low like mockery. [Full text reading. 】

"Oh, no, I'm hungry and I don't even have the strength to speak."

After screaming alone for a while, Jimidovich sat down on the ground weakly, and his stomach kept coming out with a "gurgling" sound. With each repetition of this sound, he felt his body weaken a little.

This was the fifth day he had been imprisoned in the dungeon, and the reason for being imprisoned in the dungeon was naturally due to the fact that he had deceived Balonda with a fabricated identity and had a sumptuous meal for nothing. Originally, Baronda had put him to death on the spot, but considering that the expedition was imminent, he temporarily imprisoned him in a dungeon.

Out of boredom, he would always call the jailers over for a variety of reasons to chat, but most of the complaints were about the hard beds in the cells and the unpalatable food. At first, the jailers would scold him viciously, but after being scolded, Jimmy Dovich spoke more vigorously. So, after repeating this a few times, the jailers chose to ignore him because they couldn't stand his nagging, and even stopped delivering their daily food.

"The king of this country is really stingy, didn't Uncle Ben just eat a meal from you, you need to be so serious, really."

Jimidovich muttered in fragments as he drew circles on the ground. After a few more moments, he stood up as if he had made up his mind, and his eyes sparkled with determination.

"Uncle Ben has decided, I'm going to escape from here! Hahahaha, it was my ploy to make these jailers ignore my existence, Uncle Ben is really a genius, hahahaha. ”

Due to the war, the prisoners who were originally imprisoned in the dungeon were sent to the battlefield as R shields or death squads, so the entire dungeon was almost chartered by Jimidovich, and it looked extremely empty, which also made his laughter especially loud.

Still, no one paid any attention to him.

"You guys are so careless, a great person like Uncle Ben should be strictly guarded twenty-four hours a day, it's just a matter of minutes for me to leave here!"

Normally, prisoners who are imprisoned try to escape from the dungeon as secretive as possible, but Jimmy Dovich shouts very loudly, as if he is showing off some great feat.

"Are you really not here to take a look? Then Uncle Ben is really going to run away! ”

After repeating his escape intentions aloud several times, there was still no sign of anyone coming to check at the end of the dungeon passage, and Jimmidovich shouted again with some reluctance. Sure enough, there was still no movement at all.

"Hmph, I really underestimate me, I won't be able to cry when I make you cry!"

Jimidovich walked to the iron door of his cell, which was locked by a sturdy-looking lock. He took out a gold-encrusted knife from the pocket of his undergarment, which he had brought from Balonda's dinner table.

He reached out from the interval of the iron railing, slipped the knife into the lock, and then pried it hard for a while, but the lock remained in place.

"It's weird, it's easy for someone like me with the aura of the protagonist to pick the lock, is it because my posture is wrong?"

Jimidovich furrowed his eyebrows, and just as he was thinking about where he had done it, the lock suddenly clicked and miraculously opened.

"Ha, haha, haha!"

Although even he was startled, Jimidovich immediately opened his arms and circled around the cell as if to show his talents.

"What am I talking about, I'm really a genius, please ask! Yes! Who! ”

Jimmidovich pushed open the door and swaggered out, looking rather smug on his face.

"It's a bit oozing in the darkness here!"

Although he was escaping from prison, Jimidovich, who was walking in the passage of the dungeon, walked forward unhurriedly as if he was traveling, and did not forget to look at the situation in the cells on both sides.

"Tsk, this guy is really miserable, he has turned into a pile of white bones, but he can still maintain a standing posture, it's really amazing, it can't be a specimen, right?"

Suddenly, Jimidovich's gaze fell on a white figure in the cell on the left, which was a standing skeleton.

Originally, the skeletons in the cell had no need to stop for the people who were escaping, but Jimmy Dovich, a strange man from another world, was a little special, and he seemed to be full of curiosity about why the skeletons were able to maintain their standing position, to the point where they could not be ignored.

So, he put the knife in his hand into the lock of the cell where the skeleton was located, and the door lock was opened again with a "click", and even he didn't know how he did it. But it doesn't matter what kind of thing it is, as long as it achieves its goal.

Jimidovich walked into the cell and circled around the bones, thinking that there must be a brace behind the skeleton, but when he walked behind the skeleton, he realized that there was nothing there.

"It's not scientific!"

Jimidovich touched his chin and exclaimed, as his gaze fell on a ring on the skull's finger.

"Since you have become a skeleton, then things like rings are useless, so Uncle Ben will reluctantly help you keep them."

Jimmy Dovich smiled slyly and eagerly grabbed the skeleton's palm to take off his ring. However, what happened next made his heart almost stop beating.

"What are you doing?"

Just as Jimmidovich was busy taking the ring, a voice came.

"Don't bother me, don't you see I'm busy!"

Jimidovich replied angrily, continuing with his movements.

"So, I mean why are you taking my ring?"

The voice came again, and it sounded a little unhappy.

"Oh, what's the matter, you don't need it anyway."

Jimidovich continued to answer subconsciously, but something seemed to be wrong. He stopped abruptly, looked at the skeleton in front of him, and then rubbed his eyes vigorously, but, sure enough, the skeleton was staring at him with a pair of empty black eye sockets.

"Wow, scam, cheat!"

Jimidovich let out a yell, and sat down on the ground.

"I don't know what happened, but it looks like you saved me from a strange dream."

The skeleton said in a calm, cold voice to Jimmy Dovich, who had turned pale with fright.

"First time we met, my name was Kilgaru."

(End of chapter)