The Foreigner on the Periphery

The prisoner, ‘Asif-26,188,280’, considered himself a man far from hatred or hatred. Hatred, he judges, only bred hatred. from one person to another, from one group to another. In short, it was an endless chain from hate to hate. It was unproductive and inefficient. 

Such negative emotions were of no use in life, even more so in the situation he found himself in. So, unlike many of his senior inmates, he decided not to hate the committee for putting a dog collar around his neck. He made that decision the moment he woke up. 

Corrective labor punishment was the punishment for that crime, and the committee only returned the cost of the evil act. Karma returned. He was sure that if he diligently paid off his severance pay, he would one day be free. It wouldn’t even take very long. 

– Leap complete! We have arrived at ‘Earth’. 

– Have a comfortable trip to your destination.

An artificial voice welcomed him. He had arrived at the place of dispatch. He fiddled with the identification card he had received during socialization training. It was provided along with the clothes in this dimension style that he was wearing and the luggage he had brought. 

‘William Evans.’ 

Through training, one would have to roll a few pronunciations in his mouth. It was probably a common name. William. 

‘Can I earn a lot here?’ 

His first assignment was in the dimension of ‘Ashtal’, but the talent he earned was not good enough because he was pushed by long-term inmates for raw meat. He wasn’t lucky in the second dispatch, where he had stayed for several decades. How about here? 

“…” 

When this anxiety rose up, he was to take out the medicine from his bosom. When he opened the lid and shoved it in his palm, a blue pill popped out. The medicine chest was smaller than his fist, but the prisoner knew it contained 20 years’ worth of prescription drugs. 

Asif-26,188,280… 

No, William Evans gulped it down with a determined expression. Then, the waves of anxiety became calm like a lake.

‘I can be free. If you work hard at what you are told to do… that day will come someday!’ 

-Open the door. What a profit! 

The jumpship door opened and the air of an unfamiliar world greeted him. ‘Hmm?’ 

A troll was waiting for him at the door. It was an alien character floating on top of the ferocious horn, the symbol of the tribe. Only such a kind could be read. 

‘Prisoner.’ 

It was an expected procedure. He had come to guide William. He was envious of the opponent who was given a troll body. It would have been nice if he had won that race himself. William had never experienced symptoms described in terms of ‘mind melting and running down his nostrils’ or ‘soul-to-body feeling loose and oozing itching’. 

During his two body swaps, he never felt out of place. It was just… a bit boring. The flesh of the human species who experienced it three times in a row is too weak. He, too, had a chimney-like desire to demonstrate the troll’s superpowers. 

‘That man must be very comfortable to work with.’

He muttered to himself and held out his hand. It was to shake hands as in socialization training. “Nice to meet you.” 

The troll glanced down at the hand and turned his back instead of catching it. “Follow.” 

William muttered to himself. ‘Oh, what a rude friend.’ 

*** 

William followed the troll, looking around the terminal he had arrived at. And soon he realized something odd. This was… 

So, he knew that this leaping facility called ‘New York Terminal’ was the largest on the planet, but there were too few people without it. Instead of staff or passengers, only security personnel were walking around with sharp blades. And the letters floating above their heads caught his eye. 

The percentage of prisoners was too high. William asked impatiently. “What the hell happened?”

William was startled by the troll’s short answer. “Jailbreak?!” 

It was an accident he had never heard of before. Jailbreak! 

‘There was a madman who planned and executed such a thing?!’ 

Prison break… It was unimaginable. 

Anyway… he couldn’t imagine anything like that. ‘Crazy guy… Sangtorai.’ 

Listening to the explanation that followed, it seemed that William’s timing was amazing. Currently, all jump-off facilities on Earth, except for the New York terminal, were closed, and all ships other than the committee’s jump-ships for military purposes were prohibited from sailing here. 

“If the departure time had been a little late, I almost wouldn’t have been able to get on the jump ship at all.” When the New York terminal declared a partial blockade, William’s ship had already jumped at the departure level. 

“No, no. That’s not the problem…”

William realized. If he had blocked the terminal slot on this side while penetrating the dimension wall for several hours, the jump ship would have been crushed and destroyed without reaching the earth. William, who was riding in it, would of course have died. he murmured, sweeping his chest. “I must thank the committee. Didn’t you break the rules and give permission in order to save me?”

The troll laughed. Then, a sneer ensued. “Well, I don’t know if it was because of the value of one prisoner, or because it was a waste to destroy a good jumping ship.” 

William muttered to himself. ‘you a friend who doesn’t say hello and doesn’t talk too much?’

 The troll led him to an isolated building, where he said, “This is where you will take your first mission on Earth.” 

William was perplexed. “What? Right here?”

“I told you. Because this is a special situation.” 

As usual, after unpacking their luggage in a house prepared for a false identity, going to work at a government agency where they were employed under false pretenses, and going through several steps to pass like ordinary earthlings, they started working in earnest. It seemed that the prisoner had made the situation worse. 

“Right now, all the inmates in this dimension are in a state of emergency. One hand is missing, and there is no time to relax like orientation.” Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

After briefly introducing himself as a U.S. Immigration agent undercover employment, the troll spoke. “Right now, all physical and human movement between dimensions has stopped. The same goes for criminals. Even the criminals who were being prepared for deportation to the Commission under the Extraterrestrial Extradition Treaty . . . were stranded at the terminal.” 

Illegal aliens from other worlds or aliens who had been pursued after committing crimes usually waited in the terminal’s prison just before being deported. William soon realized his mission. “You want me to be a jailer?” 

“Yes. That guy.” 

When he opened the door, he heard a pale scream. “I beg your pardon? What are you talking about… You must have told me. He said he would leave the earth today. So… I told you to go all the way to the Commission Headquarters and take my soul there and put it in another body! But why the delay?!”

What did he just hear? William blinked slowly, dumbfounded. If one were to look at what he was saying, it probably sounded like the cries of a criminal who had been sentenced to ‘reform through labor’ without trial. However, the content of the appeal did not fit the reason. 

“Please… Please, please fly me away. You slept. I admit my charges. I deserve to be punished. So take me to another world, take my body and give me another body. I don’t want to endure another day. Please… Give me… A new body…” 

No matter how much he listened to it, it sounded like a voice telling him to watch himself. William clicked his tongue. “Wow… what kind of bullshit is that?” 

They were inside a massive aid station building that outsized an aircraft maintenance depot. In the isolated space inside, there was a young-looking blue-scaled brain dragon. Desperation and frustration filled his large eyes, which were restrained by artifacts that prevented him from using any magic, including polymorph. He was protesting against a presumable prisoner who was explaining something through the speakers on the other side of the glass wall. said the troll. 

“There’s no sign of violence, but from what you’ve heard, he’s seriously screwed up. Maybe it’s a brain deformity. Why, it’s because those monsters are quiet, isn’t there a saying that when you open an egg, one out of ten is an idiot? Believe it or not.” 

From there, he turned his back, as if telling him to take care of himself from now on. “Since he is a criminal who will be transported to the committee headquarters, why not leave him alone with artifacts and machines? Make sure you keep an eye on it.” 

William’s eyebrows twitched. “Only him?” The troll laughed incredulously. 

“No way? Do you know that there’s only one kid like that bastard right now? You have to watch the entire building.” 

Hearing that, William’s face darkened. Even if he did it right, it was clear that it was a shitty mission that required a lot of work and was tedious, and that if he failed, he would be in big trouble, and even if he succeeded, he would not be able to earn talent. 

‘Are you territorial already? Taming a newcomer?’ 

However, he had said it was an emergency, so he couldn’t protest or disobey. It was the first day… they should be patient for now. Then he looked into the air to update information on the current situation. The information network that only prisoners could access was schematized and unfolded. William, who was reading it quickly, made an absurd noise. ‘What is it, isn’t it?’ 

The most curious information was not written. He was new to the prison break case, but in a situation like this, the head office might offer a bounty in the form of an ‘urgent mission’ and urge him to hunt down the escaped… ‘Isn’t it just a story to protect the terminal? The story of the escaped goes right into it,’ 

William asked helplessly. “Hey, by the way… who is it? The escaped prisoner.” 

The troll, who was about to leave, turned his back and said, Upon hearing that answer, William’s expression hardened like ice. “Asif-666.” 

*** 

-Here. Look here. 

He moved towards the voice that was dispersing like a cumulus cloud. He didn’t know who he was. He was just feeling it. 

– Yes, it’s here. Don’t lose focus. 

The authority in his voice was frightening and heavy. He had no choice but to obey his opponent There was no…

– Yes, very good. Remember me. All memories… 

All to me. In an instant, an indescribable memory… Or pain overtook him. And he realized who he was. 

He remembered it was Todd, and he was a member of the Offshore Tax Evasion Tracking Unit under the Tax Collection Command. He remembered one, and one after another the rest followed. He soon recalled the last memory or the one just before that. 

-No… not that. Right before the arrest, when the inmate took out the ink-colored knife, he was taken aback. That was because he did not expect that he would dare to rebel against the committee. Never in history had such an attempt been successful. Since even the most heinous criminal, Asif-1, fell to his knees and became the first prisoner, no one had been able to resist. Even suicide was difficult because of suggestions. That was until they served by squeezing out their existence value and ability as much as possible. 

-Wait a minute, you don’t need that memory? 

However, Asif-666 rebelled. Even in a very effective and intimidating way. Having already lost several of his men, he wondered if he should turn off space condensation and call for backup. 

At that moment, darkness covered all sides. He couldn’t see anything. Nothing was visible. 

– No, it’s not like that. Don’t listen. 

At the moment that voice murmured…

——! 

A pain that seemed to shatter his existence ran through him. Ah, he was dead… He was… 

= Ah, ah! Please… Please…!= 

He cried out. As the memories that had been pushed away came back, madness ran out of control. There was only one thing he wanted at this moment. 

This was not his place. Todd realized he had become a specter. 

=Send me… to where I need to go…Send me… Please…!=

The voice promised. – Yes, I’ll let you go. So tell me everything you remember… From the reason you came to Earth… What you were plotting here? Anything else related to the committee? 

The ghost could not doubt the voice. It was clear that the other person had the power to open the door to the place he needed to go and flow in the direction he needed to go. The possibility of betrayal seemed non-existent. And so, he didn’t resist. 

*** 

“Oh, are you finished?!” 

Yuntus, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, jumped up. Then Hwasin answered. “Yeah, I guess that’s about it.” 

Yuntus could hardly take his eyes off of such an incarnation. ‘How can he change so much with each passing day!’ 

Both the mind and body became holy. He passed out in the dark and when he woke up, he found that he was in the Amazon jungle. In the darkness where nothing was visible except the half-baked dragon, the incarnation instructed him, and the priest treated the dragon as instructed. After completing his business there, he took the priest and moved again… to Hong Kong, on the other side of the globe. 

Even then, he didn’t know why Yuntus had to come back here. Just as the great one’s will went, the subordinates also moved their steps. Only after arriving in Hong Kong, Yuntus was able to see Minjun’s holy body again and immediately passed out with a waterfall of blood pouring from his forehead. Then Minjun woke him up again, and the priest who saw his face passed out again spurting blood. 

After repeating similar actions several times, the priest was barely able to maintain his sanity in front of the incarnation as he was now. ‘Certainly, there hasn’t been much change in appearance… No, it’s exactly the same. Clearly, the image perceived by the brain is the same… but how could it feel so different!’ 

“…” Hwasin’s eyes stopped on the TV. A news reporter was giving a serious account of a worldwide terminal blockade recurring for months. Since the Commission and the governments did not give clear reasons, the press was pouring out random speculation. Among them, the most influential is that there was a terrorist threat.

From there, he turned his head and asked, “What about elves?” 

Yuntus replied as if he was sorry. “I haven’t woken up yet. It will take some time for the vitality to recharge…” 

“I get it.” Minjun turned his back to Yuntus and said in a nonchalant tone. At first glance, it sounded like a very ordinary and everyday sentence. 

“Then, I’ll go get some food.”