## Chapter 1112 – A Prison Inspection Full of Emotion and Tears
Congo!!!
The Black people of Congo, who were just living ordinary lives, had their lives and souls utterly trampled upon by Belgian imperialists in the 19th century!!!
Everyone in Congo was a slave to the Belgians! Despite having committed no crime, the Congolese were treated worse than Congolese meat and subjected to decades of labor exploitation!!!
Those Belgian bastards committed such atrocities! Slaughtering innocent people with guns and swords, exploiting their labor, and enslaving them!
ㅡDo you know the origin of Belgian chocolate?
In the 19th century, Belgians genuinely believed that squeezing Black people would produce a sweet, black liquid, the raw material for chocolate! So, they acted according to their belief! They needed to obtain the ingredients for chocolate! To the Belgians, the Congolese were not people! They were merely expendable!!!
That’s why they committed such cruel acts without hesitation!!!
“This place!!!”
ㅡClap.
Stopping my applause, I looked up at the sky and shouted.
“I dedicate it to you!!!”
I dedicate this place to the victims of imperialism!
To those who were enslaved and died without any sin!
This Suskes Prison is where those as vile as the ones who enslaved you are being justly punished!
From now on, this is my property, and therefore, I will dedicate it to the victims of imperialism…! I will use this facility to console their wronged souls!
I, Cheonma Kim Gatteu, am truly moved!
“Hahahahahahaha!!!”
Becoming cheerful, I laughed loudly.
As expected, this place was no ordinary prison.
It was a kind of human factory that eradicated the personalities of cruel and evil criminals, re-engineering them into decent people. Anyone who went in and out of this facility, no matter how notorious a criminal, would surely never commit a crime again.
Thus, this place was heaven.
Rescuing victims is, after all, cruelly punishing the perpetrators.
And not only punishing them but also generating profit from the prisoners. This was a kind of perpetual motion machine. Reforming criminals, saving victims, and nurturing clerics who fight for world peace with the money earned.
It was a dream facility where human waste and useless criminals could be recycled as human resources that contribute to society. If the victims of imperialism saw this place, they would surely burst into tears and wail.
This is exactly what we wanted.
Those who commit terrible crimes must face terrible retribution!
They would say that while shedding tears of joy and dancing!
“It was only natural that I would take charge of this place!”
ㅡKieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!
I roared for a long time, expressing this overwhelming feeling.
And.
“Very good! Warden!”
I patted the warden’s shoulder.
Irredeemable, first-class criminals were living in this living hell, repenting. This was undoubtedly a beautiful place.
The warden had created a very excellent facility.
I couldn’t help but praise him.
“Very excellent! You’ve created a very good facility! The way you manage the prisoners! A very innovative punishment!”
“…I’m glad you like it.”
Warden Jabong, who had been momentarily surprised with wide eyes, smiled and bowed his head.
“After looking around like this, I can’t help but highly value the warden’s abilities. Bring the contract. I will hire you while maintaining the existing conditions.”
“Thank you, Paladin. I will work hard.”
Let’s keep Warden Jabong employed.
He had decent abilities.
I immediately returned to the office with him and had a more detailed conversation.
“First, I will delegate the issue of hiring staff to Warden Jabong. Tell the guards and supervisors that they will continue to be employed under the same conditions.”
“Understood. I will make an official announcement that the owner has changed.”
“Good.”
After finishing the discussion about employment, we talked about money.
I checked the ledger that recorded the prison’s sales and employees’ salaries.
This facility earned profit by sourcing various goods from different places, having the prisoners process them into products, and selling them in large quantities.
ㅡThe money falling into my hands is quite substantial.
It was only natural since about 500 prisoners were working their asses off. In the first place, these guys have zero labor costs and hardly any food costs. They occasionally get new clothes, but even that is cheap.
The warden also takes a hefty incentive, but I have no intention of interfering with that. I need to give him a proper incentive so that he will do his job well on his own.
Anyway, the money falling into my hands is considerable.
There is no problem even if I treat him well, considering his 17 years of experience. He is the one who will earn money for me in the future.
I’ve gotten my hands on a very good business. I can just leave the operation to Jabong, receive the money that falls, and occasionally manage it.
“Then please set new policies. I will follow them.”
“Good.”
New policies.
That is.
To completely ruin them.
Inflicting inhuman pain on them was the way to console the slaves who died on the plantations and the victims of imperialism.
In the first place, from a fusion-Confucian perspective, it is right to ruin them.
* * *
Before setting the operating policies, I first checked the prisoners’ daily schedule.
「Suskes Prison Happiness Schedule.」
22:00 ~ 04:00 : Sleep and wake up.
04:00 ~ 05:00 : Morning roll call and preparation for repentance labor.
05:00 ~ 12:00 : Morning repentance labor.
12:00 ~ 13:00 : Lunch.
13:00 ~ 18:00 : Afternoon repentance labor.
18:00 ~ 19:00 : Evening moral education.
19:00 ~ 21:00 : Dinner and time for rest and reflection.
21:00 ~ 22:00 : Evening roll call and sleep.
「Subject to change.」
It was a schedule that made my heart swell just by looking at it.
Here, the prisoners do about 13 hours of repentance labor a day.
Of course, there is an hour for lunch, but it only seems like a lot because there are so many people eating, and they eat and gather to go back to work.
“How is it? During roll call, they recite repentance prayers to calm their minds, and during work hours, they repent while working. During moral education, we also conduct education on morality, ethics, and justice.”
Jabong explained.
“There is one day off a week, but that doesn’t mean they get to play. On holidays, they only do morning repentance labor, and after lunch, they conduct moral education, and then sleep from 18:00.”
“Hmm.”
I organized my thoughts while listening to the explanation.
“It’s all good, but.”
“Yes.”
“Looking at it, it seems like there are some things that need to be changed.”
It’s a good schedule, but there are some parts that need to be changed.
“What is it?”
“First of all, there is too much rest time.”
“Yes?”
These guys have too much time to play.
“There are six hours of sleep and two hours of rest in the evening.”
“That’s right.”
“I will change the sleep time to five hours and the evening rest time to one hour. The remaining two hours, yes. One hour for repentance labor. The other hour will be scheduled for moral education.”
“…Hmm. Understood. I will change it. It will take two days to inform the staff and adjust the work hours.”
“I’ll leave it to you.”
Five hours of sleep is enough.
One hour of rest is enough.
Since I increased the working hours by one hour, the production volume will surely increase.
That will lead to an increase in my income.
“And about the moral education program, is there a separate manual?”
“Ah, yes. The supervisors conduct it on their own based on the textbooks received from the Brass Saint Society.”
They are brainwashing them with knives.
“Give it to me.”
“Here it is.”
Jabong immediately handed over the textbook, and I read it.
“Hmm.”
It was truly a textbook worthy of the Brass Saint Society.
It was all about hatred for evil beings, the punishment they deserve, and their cruel deaths, written in great detail.
No matter how violent and heinous the criminals are, if they are exhausted from labor and listen to this repeatedly every day, their mental strength will be pulverized.
But now that I am the owner of this place, I need to revise it.
“I will rewrite this.”
“Yes? You said you would rewrite it?”
“That’s right. I will make the textbook myself.”
Since it has come to this, I should make a fusion-Confucian textbook this time. I have had the desire to compile the fusion-Confucian ideology containing the spirit of Hongik Ingan into a book.
Let’s take this opportunity to write a book.
And it would be good to give a test with this. If they pass, they live as they are, and if they fail, they are punished. I need to figure out how to punish them.
I could already see the criminals inspired by fusion-Confucianism shouting happily.
Yes… Even the most heinous criminals wanted repentance.
Then it is my duty to help them.
It is the duty of me, Kim Gatteu, who preaches the spirit of Hongik Ingan.
“Until I finish it, conduct education as it is.”
“Understood. Then I will prepare it.”
“Do that. And roll call… I should see the roll call too.”
It would be good to make them wake up an hour earlier in the morning and do Korean military calisthenics to encourage their desire to work.
First, I need to see what the supervisors are doing and modify it to fit my ideas.
Those who work insincerely during roll call will be punished with whips.
“And it seems like the building needs some repairs.”
“Repairs?”
“That’s right.”
“Hmm… If we make the prisoners do it during work hours, the production volume will drop.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Yes?”
“It’s the place where they live, so they need to fix it properly, regardless of labor. From now on, if there is a defect in the facility, we will select people during rest time to do it.”
Even if I guarantee rest time, they will only have other thoughts.
“But if there is no rest time at all, they will be dissatisfied.”
“We can tell the prisoners to pick people to carry out the repair work on their own.”
Then they will inevitably be at odds with each other, and even the remaining solidarity will be broken. Then they won’t even be able to dream of a riot.
“More than anything, what can they do even if they are dissatisfied?”
“Understood.”
As I was setting new policies like that.
ㅡSqueak.
Three men entered through the door. Just by looking at them, they were sturdy and wearing good clothes, a paladin and a priest.
I immediately got up from my seat.
“Are you perhaps the famous…”
The paladin who approached me trailed off. Then the short priest next to him whispered to the paladin.
“Dancing Paladin. He is the Dancing Paladin, Derabard-nim.”
“Ah! Dancing Paladin! That’s right! Are you the Dancing Paladin?”
Then he smiled brightly and greeted me.
“That’s right. At the same time, I am the owner of this place. I received this prison as a reward for defeating the Great Demon Andromalius.”
“Great Demon! As expected! You are the one! I have been admiring you from the beginning!”
“Hehehe, thank you.”
They know me well!
I briefly greeted the clerics and talked about me and the prison. These people also seem to have managed this facility for quite a long time.
“We will probably return to the order now. We were dispatched because it was owned by the order. Now that it belongs to the Paladin, we will leave.”
“I know.”
That’s right.
“This is what I have compiled while working here. It will be helpful in operating the prison, so please read it whenever you have time.”
He handed me a book as he said that.
“Oh! Thank you, Lord Derabard!”
To give me something like this!
“It’s only natural.”
It feels very good from the start.
Kadia gave me a very good place. Yes. This is what I should enjoy. Just a prison like this? I will surely get a big territory later. I will use this experience to increase my insight and knowledge.
Anyway, as I was having a meeting with them while talking about work.
“Ah, it’s almost time for moral education.”
Jabong informed me of that.
Time has already passed like that.
“After moral education, there is a meal, rest, and reflection time scheduled, would you like to go see it?”
“Hehehe, of course, I have to go see it. Guide me there.”
“Moral education is conducted in the production hall.”
There is no separate space.
They listen to it right after work in the production hall.
We immediately moved to the production hall.
I’m looking forward to seeing how the prisoners are receiving moral education.
