Gusion couldn't help but roast the way this world conducted executions, thinking, "You guys should learn from the Company… Or, better not—the Company's execution methods are even more perverse and inefficient, and I've offed plenty of those too."
Gusion calmed down. Maybe End Space had arranged a good identity for him.
If he remembered right, Sarashikubi Prison also held another fighter from the original story, one who'd also survived multiple executions—a badass named Bando Yohei.
If he'd entered at the time when the deadly Kengan Annihilation Tournament was about to start, someone would soon come to the prison to recruit fighters. Then he'd get a spot in the tournament.
End Space probably meant well, but it didn't match Gusion's plans before arriving in this world.
He'd loved this manga since he was a kid, and once fantasized about learning some of the supernatural martial arts in it.
Yes, in his eyes, there were plenty of superpowers in this manga: Julius Reinhold, whose muscles could out-pull an F1 car; Wakatsuki Takeshi, with muscle fiber density 52 times normal; the Wu Clan's "Guihun"; and Ohma Tokita's "Advance."
Julius and Wakatsuki were just stat monsters, which he could deal with, but he was very interested in the Wu Clan's Guihun and Ohma Tokita's Advance.
To him, these were explosive skills that unlocked the body's potential. Mastering them would help his journey through the End Space.
So, rather than obediently joining the tournament, he wanted to snag some of this world's best skills first.
Click—!
As Gusion was pondering, the door opened. The guard entering was drenched in sweat and trembling so much that the lock rattled noisily.
"4…404, y-you come out."
The guard stammered, clearly terrified of Gusion's fearsome reputation.
Gusion stood up, and under the guard's horrified gaze, used his legs to rip open the straitjacket and calmly walked out.
The guard, seeing Gusion still handcuffed, managed a sigh of relief and led the way.
Outside was a small yard. On the second-floor railings stood two figures: one was the warden, the other a slightly aged middle-aged man in a suit, smiling as he watched below.
Two other inmates had already been released before Gusion.
On his left was a hooded, gloomy man; to his right, an imposing, burly man with a fashionable balding hairstyle.
The warden above was sweating buckets. "Letting these people out is madness. Do you know who they are? The Fanatic Nagashima Ginji; 17-yakuza-slaughterer, The Bloody Tusk Bando Yohei; and Assassin Berserker Gusion Paxley, who killed 28 including the human traffickers!"
Just standing here made the warden's limbs tremble, even on the second floor—sharing space with such dangerous killers made his back go cold.
The suited man took a megaphone and smiled, "The rules are simple: regardless of life or death, just defeat the opponent in front of you, and you'll get temporary freedom and the right to destroy as many bodies as you want."
Gusion, still handcuffed, looked up at the man. That should be Takada Seisuke, CEO of Juoh Communications.
So annoying—his attire, aura, tone, even his position all irritated Gusion.
But what bothered him most was being watched like a monkey. What did he take fighters for? What did he take martial arts for?
Crack—the Fanatic on Gusion's left broke his cuffs as if crushing candy, showing inhuman grip strength.
In Kengan Ashura, normal science doesn't apply—same as Baki. What's more, the world was now mutating, so the residents' physical qualities might be even higher.
"Troublesome… I'm not some happy-go-lucky killer, but I don't want to die either. I'll just fight for my rights."
Bando Yohei, towering at 2 meters and weighing 147 kilos, was like a giant, but his joints looked surprisingly flexible. As he spoke, he twisted his arm behind his back like a whip ready to strike.
"All heretics must die! Face my judgment!"
The Fanatic also took a stance.
Strangely, these two giant killers ignored Gusion, who just stood there like a quiet spectator.
The warden and Takada Seisuke instinctively ignored Gusion too—compared to the two two-meter-tall giants, Gusion looked tiny.
Though they'd heard of his reputation, he didn't look intimidating.
Boom—!
With a dull thud, the Fanatic's body crashed down, his head smashed into his stomach, blood splattering everywhere.
Bando Yohei slowly turned, shaking the blood from his hand, and looked at Gusion. "Don't worry. I'll make it quick."
"Wait…"
The guard behind Gusion raised his hand, wanting to say Gusion's cuffs weren't off yet. But before he could finish, he saw Gusion's cuffs shatter.
He never even saw what Gusion did. Unlike the Fanatic, who broke the cuffs by force, Gusion's cuffs were blown to pieces, as if hit by an explosive force.
Gusion stretched, cracking his neck, and said, "Don't worry, if I execute the death penalty, there won't be any mistakes."
As soon as he finished, Gusion vanished from sight. No one could see what happened.
A shadow flashed where Bando Yohei stood, and the next moment, his huge body was flying.
Bando Yohei instinctively tried to adjust his posture, but before he could curl up, a thunderous blow landed.
Gusion's knee.
Crack—the sound of bones breaking: Bando Yohei's throat and neck snapped, his head lolling at an unnatural angle.
Thud—!
His body hit the ground, raising dust and blood. Gusion landed lightly, his prison uniform untouched by blood.
Ignoring the stunned spectators, he squatted and leaped, jumping up to the second floor.
"Y-you… d-don't do anything rash…"
The warden was stunned by Gusion's leap. They'd thought the second floor safe—it was over four meters up. Who could jump that high!?
"Guards, shoot!"
The warden shouted, but the guards only had rubber bullets, and with this killer right before them—would they survive even if they subdued Gusion?
The guards seemed frozen or maybe overwhelmed by the man's invisible aura.
His figure wasn't as imposing as the Fanatic or Bando Yohei, but his presence filled the space as if it were his domain and he held life and death in his hands!
Takada Seisuke's face first showed fear, then twisted delight. "Wonderful! You'll be a good hound. If it's you, I can—"
But his words, like his ambitions, ended there.
Takada Seisuke fell back, eyes wide in disbelief, the last thing he saw was the cold gaze of the man.
"Go to hell and find your new hound," Gusion said indifferently, brushing past the trembling warden.