Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 92
“Lieutenant, it’ll take at least ten minutes to move the rest to the warp facility.”
A guard, having escorted spectators outside the arena, was briefing his superior.
The high-ranking members of the Order had already escaped the island through emergency warp devices.
“Prisoners numbered eleven to Number 49, buy as much time as you can. Especially those ranked in the tens, surround Number One and minimize the damage.”
Upon hearing the warden’s order, panic spread among the prisoners.
“Us?”
“How are we supposed to stop a rampage precursor of a Graced One?”
Amid the desperate cries, the guard cocked his head and scowled.
“Surely, you know the answer. Are you playing dumb?”
It was an indirect command to become sacrificial pawns. Number Twelve screamed, his face ashen.
“I—I don’t want to die! I’m about to be inducted as a Dark Priest! I deserve to leave with the single-digit prisoners! I refuse to die a meaningless death here!”
With that, Number Twelve turned and bolted for the exit.
Bang!
A sharp gunshot silenced the chaos. The blast from a mana bullet left Number Twelve collapsing without a sound.
The guard’s cold voice followed.
“Have you forgotten your place?”
Witnessing this, the prisoners were reminded that werebeast lives were valued less than insects.
There were no choices.
Only two options: die now, or die in the rampage precursor’s wake.
The prisoners, trembling in fear, began to follow the orders.
As the aura of the impending rampage state grew stronger, the ground and the entire arena shook violently.
“Number 49, there’s a warp device for guards. It can hold about three people.”
Damian said, approaching quickly and gesturing to the three of them. Kido’s red eyes turned to him.
“Are you here to save us?”
“It would be a problem if you die before serving your life sentence.”
Knowing this was the only way to survive, Enrique released Kido from his embrace.
“Ladies, hurry and follow him.”
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”
Enrique gave her a slow nod, seeing the concern in her gaze.
“Johann and I… we can’t kill each other.”
After a moment of looking at Enrique, Kido bit her lip, then turned to 48.
“Come on, hurry. You’re incredibly lucky.”
Number 48 trotted over and took Kido’s hand.
“Right, I guess it’s lucky to be stuck in prison instead of being executed, huh?”
The two followed Damian as he led them out.
Kido looked at him with a raised brow, her expression curious.
“I wasn’t sure before, but you really are on my side. You weren’t secretly harboring feelings for me, were you?”
“It’s only out of respect for my ex-fiancée.”
Damian replied firmly, activating the warp device he held in one hand.
He stepped into the warp portal first, extending his hand toward them.
Kido sent Number 48 in ahead and was about to take his hand when—
She looked back at Johann one last time.
His jet-black hair was tousled, swaying messily as he stood there silently.
Facing his mother’s spirit and old memories, he pressed a hand to his face and lowered his head.
Finally, he let out a heavy, scalding sigh.
“That sucks…”
It seemed closer to anguish than anger.
The pain of losing someone precious, perhaps.
Feeling a strange sense of kinship, Kido murmured to herself, caught in an inexplicable mood.
“Johann…”
How can I save you?
Her unspoken words were drowned by a sudden crash.
BOOM—
A deafening roar ripped through the air as an immense explosion erupted.
A blinding flash turned everything white, and, detecting the impact, the warp device immediately teleported them to the designated location.
“Kyaaa! Number 49!”
Number 48’s scream was swallowed up in the blast.
Ping—
In the quiet that followed, the faint drip of water echoed.
Inside the dim underground bunker, Damian stood alone with his hand outstretched, his face blank with shock as he called out her name.
“Kido?”
Kido had been left behind.
As the realization sank in, Damian’s eyes began to widen.
“I want you to protect her for me.”
someone had once asked him.
Remembering that request, Damian slowly lifted his head to gaze at the ceiling.
“…Admiral.”
