“.......”

“Monster, monster, I made a mistake. Please......!”

“.......”

Reed just watched with a face of intense emotion. He didn’t grab her hand or push her with his foot, he just stood by and watched.

After a while, after Count Nausen was sucked in with a scream, Reed finally muttered to himself.

“Why are you guys so consistent?”

The lingering disillusionment didn’t deepen. Because a being that caught his attention appeared.

He raised his head. He felt the aura of a being that had a unique meaning to him beyond the dozens of ceilings.

Reed felt a little happier. It was time to watch the disaster from the observation deck with her.

✠

The locations of the simultaneous dungeon syncs were as follows.

The central square including the lower and middle levels of the magic tower.

A slum where the marginalized gather.

And finally... ... .

“It’s a place where those who are disqualified from being accepted as humans are gathered.”

There was no time to leisurely find the answer to the riddle Reed gave. I immediately opened the system map.

[<Region> ‘Walbritz Prison’

A prison located near Gehenid. It is a notorious place that mainly houses serious criminals with no possibility of rehabilitation.]

The criminals who got caught up in the dungeon sync were forced to escape as a group. What would happen if they were mixed in with ordinary citizens in the dungeon?

The dungeon is not a good environment for law-abiding, so I can’t picture it positively in my head.

“Haa. The dungeon sync is already a big deal, but now there are serious criminals who escaped.”

<What is that, a prison?>

“That’s right. We need to hurry up and rescue them.”

I need to get information about the dungeon first. This is a timeline outside of the original, so the dungeon that appeared is an unknown place, so even more so.

At that time, there was a violent voice that struck as if piercing through the skull.

<Chaotic Evil, why did you first come to the land of the barbaric Carpeios?>

<I will open the way by offering sacrifices, so please walk through this place to the judgment hall.>

An extremely earnest and earnest groan called out to Reed.

<Judgment hall? If it’s the judgment hall, then surely... ... .>

Reed said as if confirming Agnes’ suspicion.

“The judgment hall of encouraging evil and punishing good. If so, then it must be Inferinos’ doing.”

Inferinos, the third-ranked demon lord in the demon world with the nickname ‘rule maker’. She enjoys toying with humans with clever rules and laws.

Reed said.

“It doesn’t look like a dungeon sink that’s directly connected to the Demon King’s territory.”

“Do you have any guesses?”

“Well. There are too many dungeons related to Infernos to be sure.”

“Then there’s only one piece of definite information I can get as of now.”

I continued, gripping the railing.

“There’s going to be some bad-tasting rules waiting for you.”

I looked down vertically. The huge hemispherical curtain covering the affected area looked like a dark purple sea.

“Reed, I’m going in. You?”

“That’s the wrong question, Aylet Rodelin.”

Reed smiled and held out his hand to me. The back of his hand was pointing upward. He wasn’t trying to grab my hand, but his.

“Do you know what the world will become while you’re gone? Are you leaving me?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t have to refuse. I stood on the railing and grabbed his hand firmly.

The center of gravity of the two people tilted and soon gravity pulled us towards them. As we were held in the air, the sound of the waves rang painfully in our ears.

“That’s extreme.”

“I believe it.”

Floating magic enveloped our bodies. We entered the realm of Dungeon Sync in a safe descent rather than a dizzying fall.

The dungeon greeted us.

[<System> We entered the SS-level difficulty dungeon ‘Execution Grounds of the Narrow-minded Absolute Good.’]

The name itself was unusual. As expected, we expected a rather vicious situation.

✠

<Ailet, wake up! Ailet!>

“......!”

Agnes’ voice woke up our bodies before our minds. Our upper bodies bounced up and {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} our right hands grabbed Serpens.

Fortunately, there were no enemies, so we stopped without drawing our swords.

‘First, let’s explore.’

I took a deep breath to relieve the unnecessary tension and looked around.

The place I was in was a circular room reminiscent of a temple altar. However, the room, which had no exit or window, felt more like a prison made of stone walls than a sanctuary.

It was not that big, and it was even more so because there were several people locked up there besides me.

“Where, where is this?”

“I, I was definitely in the square.......”

“Uh, we were at home.”

“The ground beneath our feet suddenly collapsed and we were here.”

“W-is this really a dungeon sync......?”

A little less than twenty people were scattered here and there, chatting in confusion. They were all victims of the dungeon sync.

However, there were some who were too different to be grouped together as victims.

“Hehe, what the heck? Is this going to be a prison break?”

“Ah, this is an act of God. There’s nothing I can do.”

“Wow, I thought I would rot away like this for the rest of my life, but God is helping me.”

Five men wearing dark-colored clothes that matched the top and bottom. The eyes of the general public were focused on them.

“All of you, those clothes, can’t you......”

“What? Why? Is this your first time seeing a prisoner?”

“Eek!”

As he twisted his body to scare her, the shackles that bound both his hands became clearly visible. Without looking any further, they were vicious criminals incarcerated in the Balblitz Prison.

After looking at all the members of the room, he realized a serious fact.

<You’re separated from Reed, Aylet.>

He spoke to Agnes in a low voice.

“You really held hands and jumped into the dungeon, you know.”

<Yeah, you really did hold on tight. Anyway, this must be a dungeon trick.>

“Yes. It seems that they intentionally cut off consciousness and mixed people in the meantime.”

Inferinos likes games with rules.

They probably randomly mixed people and confined them in similar rooms. Considering the number of people caught up in the dungeon sync, it was expected that there would be tens to hundreds of rooms like this.

“Reed would be in one of these rooms.”

<You don’t know where Reed is?>

I shook my head.

I don’t know where Reed is, let alone myself. Even when I turned on the map, the area outside this room was blacked out.

Rules were absolute in the dungeon. That was what restricted movement.

“For now, we have no choice but to wait.”

Yes, I’ll wait.

The bad-tasting game that Inferinos would suggest.

The atmosphere in the room, mixed with anxiety, fear, and contempt, was not good. The civilians gathered around the prisoners, and the prisoners looked at them with displeasure.

“Are we germs?”

“Hey, let’s make some more room!”

“Oh, it’s too cramped here.”

The prisoners encroached on the civilians’ territory or sat right between them.

The creaking handcuffs were clearly meant to restrain them, but the people were afraid of them as if they were threatening weapons.

The civilians whispered.

“Look at that. That prison uniform is the symbol of the Valbritz prison.”

“That’s where only the most violent criminals are kept.”

“Those guys are all murderers... ugh!”

Someone who had muttered without realizing it covered their mouths, but it was already too late.

The actions of the provoked prisoners were despicable. They proudly displayed the death row inmate’s mark on my body like a medal, and talked about my robbery and murder as if it were an adventure story. And the faces of the thoughtful people giggled as if it were some kind of fun entertainment.

[‘Balance-Adjusting Critic’ suggests using the silent practice skill to silence the mouths of the human scum.]

‘No, I’m going to listen.’

That way, I thought I would feel better later.

“Wife, wife, come over here too. Those guys are going to do whatever it takes.”

An old man pulled me in and sat me down inside him.

At that moment, as the people moved around, something was revealed.

“Uh, over there. What’s written on the floor?”

“Absolutely... good... execution ground...?”

That was the moment someone mentioned the name of the dungeon.

Thud!

The sound of rocks grinding above my head and sand fell like corn. The center of the flat ceiling protruded like a stalactite and formed into a specific shape.

What was soon completed was a sacred work of art like a master craftsman’s masterpiece.

A dynamic figure of an angel with its wings spread wide, flying vertically toward the ground. The angel’s outstretched hand seemed as if it would save someone right away.

It was a sacred and virtuous stone statue that made one want to reach out and grab it.

Of course, it was not a being that brought salvation to humans, but despair.

[<System> Warning. ‘Narrow-minded Absolute Good Envoy Moriel’, ranked 166th in the Demon Realm hierarchy, has appeared.]

The angel statue hanging from the ceiling like a stalactite, Moriel, opened his mouth. His voice was inorganic and without any highs or lows.

<This is the execution ground of absolute good. Only those among you who have not sinned will be able to survive here.>

One of the torches illuminating the room went out unnaturally.

<Therefore, before all the torches are extinguished, choose one of you who has sinned and offer him as a living sacrifice in the center of the altar. Otherwise, you will all die.>