Weapon seller in the world of magic-Chapter 810: Earth 1712: Sungjun in the Prison (Part-11)

The other party let out a long sigh, "Fine. The tattoo... It’s on the left wrist. People believe that it is the tattoo of a wolf, but originally, it was the tattoo of a jackal. Later, on Michael’s suggestion, we tweaked it slightly. And my daughter’s name? She was born as Saeri, but her mother changed it to Seongha, listening to the advice of a fortune teller. He told us that our daughter only lives for 14 years. To change her destiny, we changed her name to Seongha."

Sungjun’s chest tightened with recognition. This was the confirmation he needed.

With his expression softened slightly, he gave a nod. "Then you are my target, Mr. Ryu. My identity doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that I’m here to get you out of here."

A yelp of surprise escaped from the other side, "Impossible! There’s no way to escape this place... You would need the strength of a mountain to blast through these walls, and the only way is to go through the elevator, which will bring the attention of..."

"Leave it to me," Sungjun interrupted calmly and spoke in a reassuring manner. "I already have a foolproof method to escape this place. All you have to do is find a way out of your cell without alerting the guards. I’ll handle the rest."

A pause lingered. Then, a cautious voice echoed from inside, "Wait... wait a moment."

Followed by those words...

Clang. Cling. The sound echoed faintly from the other side of the heavy metallic door. Seconds later, a figure passed through the door like a ghost.

Sungjun blinked, taken aback. Before him stood a man with sharp Goryeo features—but his hair was pure white and messy, almost glowing under the dim lights. Sungjun materialized.

"How... how did you get through that door?" Sungjun asked, narrowing his eyes.

The white-haired man smirked, casually holding up a small, round device with a single button. He pressed it. Instantly, a faint shimmer surrounded him, forming a translucent barrier. With a fluid motion, he walked through the door again, going back into his cell, and then walking back again.

"This..." he said lightly. "Allows me to pass through any walls, any enclosed space. Makes life... much easier."

Sungjun’s jaw dropped. Before he could comment further on how he carried such an artifact, a notification flashed in his vision:

Ding! [Quest Failed.]

Confusion flickered across Sungjun’s face.

As he processed the failure notification, another alert popped up:

Ding! [New Quest: Kill the Wendigo.]

Sungjun frowned, tilting his head. The timing felt... off. He glanced at the old man, feeling suspicious all of a sudden. "Who are you, really?" Sungjun asked.

The man froze for a fraction, his white hair swaying slightly with the movement.

"I—I am..." he started, but Sungjun interrupted. "You’re not Dong-sik. You may have his face... maybe you know things about him... but this is a disguise. I can see through it."

Sungjun’s calm but penetrating stare pinned the man in place. The room seemed smaller, as if the walls themselves were leaning in.

"Care to explain why you’re impersonating him?" Sungjun demanded, seeing a hesitant and surprised old man.

A few seconds of silence later, the old man snickered, and in a fluid motion, his form shifted. In moments, the frail, the old man transformed into a younger man, his messy white hair turning into long white hair that cascaded over his shoulders.

"I don’t see any trace of you in Dongsik’s life. There is no way you know him personally," he said, tilting his head. "Tell me, young man... did you bluff, or did you truly know that I was not Dongsik? Or maybe... that bionic eye of yours? No, I can see that it is dead. You can only see through one of your eyes."

Sungjun’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. Instead, he asked calmly: "Did you... kill him?"

The young white-haired man chuckled softly. "I don’t know how you managed to evade all the guards to reach me. But I suppose... you came here without understanding what Level-7 truly is, didn’t you?"

Sungjun frowned. "What do you mean?"

The man’s lips curved into a sinister smile as he explained. "Level-7 isn’t built for inmates like you. Or anyone else, really. It’s designed for one purpose... for one occupant."

Sungjun raised a brow, sharp. "You?"

"Me?" The man chuckled again, shaking his head. "God, no. It’s meant for the Wendigo—a cannibalistic Spirit King. Not just flesh and blood, but it even devours souls without even giving any chance of reincarnation for the target. Anyone sent here... they were intended as food, as the founder of this prison believed that those who were sent here don’t even deserve an afterlife. As for the guards? They merely kept it imprisoned here, just to contain it as it served their purpose, too."

Sungjun’s jaw tightened.

The white-haired man then straightened his back and said. "My name is Liu Wei. Two and a half years ago, both of us were involved in the rebellion incident. While he led the battle, I provided him with the weapons. In the end, our rebellion failed, and both of us were thrown into this place. But I worked with Dong Sik to survive. In the process, Dongsik sacrificed himself while I was creating the perfect weapon to kill that spirit king. And in the end, I avenged hi, but I had no way to leave this place. There is no food or water here. I was going to starve to death. To survive, I had to consume its raw flesh and organs. And... as a result..."

He flexed his fingers slowly, a faint aura of dark energy glimmering along his skin.

"I inherited its power."

Sungjun frowned, crossing his arms in suspicion. "Your story doesn’t add up," he said slowly, eyes sharp. "If you killed the Wendigo and ate it, why do you have Dongsik’s memories and appearance. I mean, Wendigo is the one that killed him, not you..."

Liu Wei shook his head. "No, that’s a misunderstanding. The moment Wendigo consumed his body and devoured his soul, it already gained his memories, and Wendigo has the power of transformation. I, who inherited its power, gained his memories as well. Whatever it consumes... it gains abilities, appearance, memories... everything of its last prey."

Sungjun’s gaze drifted to the remote Liu Wei held. "Where did you get that by the way?"

"Didn’t I tell you earlier? I supplied the weapons to Dongsik for his rebellion." Liu Wei then raised his other hand, murmuring under his breath. Instantly, a sleek gun materialized, floating in his palm.

"Creation. I can make things... out of imagination. But without materials, they last only minutes... maybe hours." He let the weapon vanish with a subtle flick.

"Anyway, if you’ve got all the answers you wanted, tell me... how will you help me get out of this place?"

Sungjun’s eyes narrowed, studying him silently. "I don’t know yet... something still doesn’t feel right," he admitted. However, he didn’t say what was in his heart. This guy is saying he killed Wendigo, but the quest tells him to kill Wendigo. "Is this guy the Wendigo?" A thought flashed in his head.

Liu Wei shrugged, letting a faint laugh escape. "C’mon, kid. I’m just happy to see another human after two years."

"Kid?" Sungjun’s frown deepened.

"How old are you, by the way?" Sungjun asked cautiously.

"Twenty-six," Liu Wei replied instinctively.

Sungjun’s frown deepened further. "Then why are you calling me ’kid’... when I’m older than you?"

Liu Wei froze, blinking for a fraction of a second. "I... I have... the memories of the old man... I mean... It comes naturally. Maybe because I’m seeing you through the lens of Dong Sik."

He exhaled slowly and leaned back; this time, his expression betrayed his body language. While his posture seemed relaxed, his expression clearly screamed that he was interested and curious. "Anyway, enough of that. Tell me... how are we getting out of this place?"

Sungjun’s eyes remained sharp, scanning Liu Wei’s expression, measuring every micro-reaction. And it seemed lot of suspicious.

To confirm the last bit of his suspicions, he activated the Teleportation skill while selecting Slot 3, which would take him to level 6, and looked at Liu Wei. "This Portal will take us outside the prison. "

Liu Wei blinked in surprise. "How? How can you use your abilities with anti-mana tech around?"

Sungjun shrugged in indifference as if it wasn’t a big deal. "Some people are just born as special individuals. I was born an innate soul, and this anti-mana tech is nothing much."

"An innate soul, huh?" Liu Wei murmured. SUngjun saw the flash of Liu Wei’s smile go crooked, bright and hungry in a way Sungjun didn’t like. "Good... No, it’s great... I can finally escape from this hellhole... hahaha..." he laughed aloud.

Sungjun couldn’t help but glance around then. He observed that the robots were still not coming at all, which made him wonder whether there were robotic guards in this place at all.