Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 110
“Mmph! Mrrgh!”
“You wanna die, you little—!”
As they started growling at me, I shook my head with mock regret.
“So you did steal it. Johann and Enrique will be here soon, by the way. You guys are screwed.”
“This little b***h’s got a death wish!”
“No manners, no shame, no fear… Trying to rob someone who’s got nothing. Now who’s gonna take the last one, I wonder?”
I raised the remaining Choco Pie with a smile.
Apparently, they didn’t want to be accused of stealing—they began glancing nervously around, stepping back slightly.
“You damn pest!”
But Mohawk, losing all sense in his rage, lunged forward and grabbed me by the hair.
It hurt so bad, my eyes welled up.
“You roach that avoids other roaches—let go! Before I rip off your damn rooster comb!”
“You’re dead meat today! What the hell are the 30s doing? Why aren’t they keeping their guys in check?!”
“Almost all of the kids you were supposed to manage died in the Winner’s Tournament, remember?”
He was way taller than me, so getting a proper grip on his stupid bird nest of a head was impossible.
If you’ve lived your life swatting away every kind of flirt and trick, you’d naturally keep one trump card up your sleeve.
If you can’t reach the top, aim for below.
With a short exhale, I drove my knee up—hard—into that guy’s crotch.
Thunk—!
The force behind my knee… it felt… different than usual.
Ah? Did I accidentally use my weapon enhancement skill?
Fortunately, it didn’t seem like anyone noticed the power boost.
“Kyaaak!”
The prisoner let out a strangled cry as he dropped and writhed on the ground.
I shot a cold glare at the remaining two.
“What? You want to be hens too?”
The ones who were just patting Mohawk’s sobbing back looked horrified now.
“…She’s a complete mad b***h.”
One of them strode forward and grabbed me by the collar.
Maybe scared of getting castrated himself, he stuck his butt out like he was posing for a boudoir shot.
“Number 49. Consider this your last chance. I don’t care who’s backing you—if I kill you right now, nothing’s going to stop me.”
My abilities might’ve been decent, but I was still the weakest.
After the earlier chaos, I was completely spent—my breath was short, and sweat trickled down my temple.
It’d be great if backup showed up now.
Not some pretty boy on a white horse—but a warlord on a red stallion, or a bearded barbarian covered in muscles.
Well, I am the protagonist, so summoning a “How dare you! You’ll pay with your life!” savior is part of the plot armor package. Guess I’ll have to do it myself.
I pointed somewhere and shouted.
“Ah! Number 1’s coming to wreck your s**t!”
“Oh!”
The prisoners flinched and whipped their heads in the direction I pointed.
Whether it worked or not, I was already prepping to conjure up an illusion of Johann and launch into the classic ‘Male Lead Sees Heroine in Danger and Loses His S**t’ monologue…
“What are you doing?”
A voice cut in, unexpectedly.
And the one who came to my rescue wasn’t a white knight, war general, or even Clara the barbarian.
“Number 49? Hey! You guys are bullying someone weaker with numbers on your side?”
That green-gray uniform—she was one of the 40s.
Slender like a gust of wind could carry her away, with blond hair and blue eyes, around my age.
It was Number 48, the girl I’d teamed up with in the arena.
Ah… so I’m the one getting ruined now.
“You’re all so disgraceful! You were nobles once—have you forgotten your pride?”
One of the thugs snorted at her as she rambled on about noble virtues and noblesse oblige.
“Nobles? In here, it’s all about strength and rank. You’re just another commoner in the 40s.”
Another inmate leered at her, raising a brow.
“Oh right—you’re that princess from the Grand Duchy of Queens Everett. Niece to King Duelern, wasn’t it? Must be nice, falling from a pampered life into one worse than slavery.”
Princess of the Kingdom of Duelern, from the Grand Duchy of Queens Everett?
My eyes widened in realization.
Number 48 was that princess—the one who, in the original story, became the Crown Prince Sirius’s fiancée after he betrayed Justina.
