Chapter 100: Ange’s backstory 6 (more painful)
And that was only the beginning.
The more she stayed, the more she survived, the more the pain grew.
The fewer the kids.
The more new faces appeared.
And those who had survived up to that point had a better chance to survive again.
The next day, Ange slowly opened her eyes.
She tried to move, but she was still on the table.
She stared at the ropes holding her.
She breathed in and out, slowly.
She was alone in the room, looking at the ceiling.
Then the maid entered.
She removed the ropes.
Red marks were left on her arms, like masks burned into her skin.
The maid reached out to touch them.
Ange pulled away.
She looked the maid in the eyes.
Then she lifted her arm and showed it to her.
The maid bent down and touched it gently.
"Is it painful?" she asked.
At that moment, Ange replied.
"Yes, it is... but I wanted to see a child."
The maid stood up and gave her a warm smile.
She raised her arm, inviting Ange to come with her.
Immediately, Ange took her hand.
And they walked out of the room.
As they walked, the maid asked.
"Which child or friend did you want to visit?"
The next second, Ange answered with a small smile.
"Arol."
As soon as the maid heard that, she looked surprised.
"Arol’s room is not a place where a normal kid can visit."
"Maybe next time I can take you... but not today. Not this week."
And so they turned back and returned to her room.
As they walked, only the maid’s words echoed in Ange’s mind.
She kept thinking about the reason she couldn’t have access to his room.
When they arrived, the bell rang.
All the kids came out of their rooms in order.
The head maid led them to the big training hall.
It was about 100 meters wide and 150 meters long.
All the groups formed up in their places.
At that moment, Ange looked around to see if Arol was there.
She didn’t see him.
At the same time, Ken’s friends walked toward her.
"Hey, you can join our group. It’s the best."
Ange had no interest in what they were saying.
She looked at them.
"No. Stop bothering me."
They stared at her for a few seconds.
There were three of them.
One of them put his hands in his pockets and went to report to Ken.
Immediately, pressure radiated from Ken.
The weaker kids moved out of his way.
But he kept walking forward.
Ange stayed on the floor, waiting.
Then Ken spoke.
"Hey. Come with me and join our group."
She was about to speak.
"I’m not—"
She didn’t finish.
Ken threw a punch.
Ange blocked it, but she was pushed back.
Her arms were trembling.
She looked left, then right.
Meanwhile, Ken flexed his arm.
Scales of a monster now covered almost half of his hand.
He walked forward, slowly.
He stopped and looked at the maids.
They were only watching.
They said nothing.
Then he ran toward her.
His punch was completely covered in scales.
Ange blocked the attack.
But her arm bone cracked.
He was about to throw the final punch at her face.
The fist came closer.
On reflex, she covered her eyes.
Suddenly, a kid with red hair punched Ken once.
Ken was sent flying back.
_He’s stronger than I expected._
At once, the head maid stepped into the room.
"Food will now be distributed. According to the ranking list."
The maid took a few steps forward.
"The information will be communicated in your various rooms."
Then she moved out of the place.
The bell rang.
Ken walked out angry.
And Arol gave her a small piece of paper.
All the kids returned to their respective rooms.
As soon as they finished, the kids looked out of their rooms.
Newcomers entered the white room.
In Ange’s room, she felt bored.
The next second, the crazy researcher entered slowly.
He handed her a small object. A new item.
The scientist then explained.
"It is used to see your ranking."
"And they told me that the first group will eat first, for now."
"The others will follow after."
Ange nodded.
The crazy man smiled, with a syringe in his hand.
As he was about to inject her with the substance, he stopped.
He asked himself.
"If she dies now, what will I do to continue this project?"
Suddenly, he put that syringe away.
He picked up another one.
But this one was empty.
He only used it to take her blood.
Then he walked out of the room.
Ange watched the scientist leave.
She smiled a little.
And said in her mind.
_Is he doing well?_
At that same time, in Arol’s room, a sharp object was raised.
He swung his arm and threw a slash.
His arm was cleaved off.
The scientist in charge of him shouted.
"No, no! I didn’t transform your arm correctly!"
He did as he was told.
And his left arm was cut off.
It was done with professional precision.
After that, he untied Arol.
Then he injected him with a super-growth formula.
Arol tried to scream, but he couldn’t.
He couldn’t even cry.
He endured the pain, like always.
Slowly, his arms began to regenerate.
A severed arm lay on the table, still bleeding.
Arol felt tired.
Exhausted.
He lay down on his bed and fell asleep.
The next day, the bell rang again.
And everyone walked out.
Ange thought it was about dinner.
Something related to food.
But they were led into the big room instead.
And each member was supposed to answer one question.
The maid started asking questions to each and every kid.
Mathematical problems.
When she finished, the head maid spoke.
"Dear children, each of you needs to choose an opponent."
"The first person to choose will be the one to create the rules."
At that moment, everyone was forced to fight.
At least one time.
Ange stared at her fingers.
"Can I defend myself?"
Then someone walked toward her.
He had a smile on his lips.
The next second, Ange saw Arol.
But there were dark circles under his eyes.
He pulled out a small piece of paper.
And he gave it to her.
Once more, he forced a smile.
To look like everything was okay.
But it wasn’t.