Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 67
The next morning, it was cleaning time.
I could see the prisoners in the 30s group asserting their dominance over the new arrivals in the 40s group.
One of the new prisoners pointed at me with the most indignant expression.
“Why are you leaving that bottom-rank prisoner alone? Isn’t she the most pathetic person here?”
I was lazily pushing a mop against my chest as I strolled by.
One of the 30s prisoners, who had been watching me out of the corner of his eye, snapped in anger.
“How dare you act so cheeky, you lowly 40s group member!”
Well, that’s what happens when you don’t make good friends like I did.
As I leisurely walked down the hallway, I frowned when I saw a prisoner with purple hair leaning against the wall.
What a terrible start to the morning…
“Ugh, what a terrible start to the morning…”
Grandis, mirroring my expression, looked at me with the same disgust, like I was a bug.
I scoffed and walked past her, but her mocking voice reached my ears.
“Still as persistent as ever, aren’t you? I’m still curious—how did someone like you, with no abilities, get chosen as the heir of Farsene? And in the end, your fiancé dumped you for Vivian, right? That’s your reality.”
I stopped and turned to face her.
You wanted so badly to be respected and acknowledged by the head of the family, so why did you betray us?
I wanted to shout and rage at her, but I knew that the person who lost their temper first was the one who truly lost, so I kept my composure.
“Maybe it means you’re even more worthless than someone like me, who has no abilities. That’s why you had to betray the family and rat us out. And yet, you ended up here too. Isn’t that hilarious?”
Maybe she got betrayed by that wretched cousin Vivian too?
Maybe she ended up as bait instead.
At my taunt, Grandis snorted.
“Ha, still as arrogant as ever. You don’t have many lives to spare.”
“You’ve tried to kill me multiple times before, haven’t you? Think you’ll succeed this time?”
Grandis, who had been glaring at me, suddenly chuckled.
“I heard the Winner’s Tournament is next week. I’ll kill you there, so just wait.”
The fact that she mentioned the tournament, where killing is permitted, meant she thought I’d recruited some of the top prisoners and built a faction.
Otherwise, she would’ve tried to kill me right now.
I wasn’t planning on using Johann or Enrique to kill her either.
“I’ll be looking forward to it. And make sure you don’t resort to any dirty tricks—this isn’t high society.”
There was so much I wanted to ask.
Why was she the only one from those cursed relatives who got caught? Where’s my uncle? What about Enoch and Vivian?
Not that she would answer honestly, and now wasn’t the time to ask.
I crossed my arms with a smug expression.
“Grandis, how about we make a bet? If you can’t kill me that day, you’ll have to do whatever I say.”
“A piece of trash like you dares propose a bet?”
“You must not be very confident, huh? I’m betting my life, after all.”
Grandis met my gaze with cold eyes before nodding.
“If you really want to die that badly.”
I turned my back on her and continued pushing the mop against my chest as I walked away.
But even if I awaken at the last moment like in some kind of dramatic twist, I can’t kill her in front of everyone.
If I do, I’ll be advertising the fact that I can absorb other people’s abilities.
If I don’t do this right, I’ll end up dead. Life isn’t easy.
* * *
The seemingly never-ending days of hard labor continued, and the date of the Winner’s Tournament was fast approaching.
And yet, I still hadn’t awakened.
I asked Johann and Enrique if they knew of any other executioners, but they only gave me the same vague answer—there were some among the prisoners.
As usual, I was in the middle of labor, stretching my back and gazing at the arena.
The renovations were nearly complete. Is this what it feels like to finish building an apartment after doing day labor?
Looking at the now-clean exterior of the arena, I felt a strange sense of pride, which made me shudder.
“What… this place is basically an execution ground.”
At this rate, I’m going to become a professional convict laborer.
How did my life hit such a low point?
I sighed and dusted off my dirty hands.
Today, I’ll eat dor sh*t for lunch, followed by dog sh*t for dinner.
And then I’ll fall asleep in this terrible place, filled with despair.
The truth is, I still haven’t awakened.
I’ve tried many times, but as Johann said, the restrained mana surged and ripped through my heart, forcing me to stop.
“This is bad…”
As I walked dejectedly toward the cafeteria, I heard a rustling in the bushes and stopped.
I could hear faint whispers coming from inside.
“What the…”
