"According to the facility’s rules, I haven’t broken a single one. Have I?"
Nina Jacobs looked down upon the referee standing below her.
The rules for the combat tournament allow killing, but they make no mention of killing spectators.
The referee was instantly terrified by her gaze.
He suspected that if he provoked her any further, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill him.
"N-no, no violations."
The referee replied hastily.
"You can announce the results now. He’s lost."
Nina Jacobs gestured toward the immobilized Dominic Sloan.
Tiny Stone Spikes, like falling rain, surrounded him. He couldn’t move an inch.
"M-match three... Team 1... Nina Jacobs of Team 1 is the winner."
The referee announced hastily.
Watching Nina Jacobs slowly descend from the fighting platform, his legs finally gave out, and he slumped against the wall.
’When did a monster like her show up in this correctional facility...’
As the sharp spikes vanished from the air, someone in the silent arena finally dared to speak.
"...Th-that person... they’re from Team 1?"
"That’s her! That’s her! She’s the one who killed Fergus Abbott yesterday!"
"I remember now! The one with that Strength Element Superpower User!"
"Is she new? How can she be so strong?"
"I wonder who’s the bigger killer, her or Everett Young."
"..."
Nina Jacobs and Wayne Warner walked straight out of the arena.
Wayne Warner’s match was in the afternoon, and the payout for her 500-Crystal-Core bet hadn’t been processed yet.
In the meantime, she planned to take a good look around the correctional facility, hoping to find a path to the tunnels below.
The two of them hadn’t gone far before Harlan appeared, blocking their path.
A strange man stood beside him.
The man was brazenly sizing her up.
"Something you need?" Nina Jacobs asked, looking at Harlan.
"Not at all. I was just worried this guy might have ill intentions."
Harlan stepped to one side, his tone blunt.
"Jumping to her defense already?"
"Relax. Even if I were going to kill someone today, I’d start with that useless oaf, Dominic Sloan."
"He made me lose a tremendous amount of face."
His words were part reassurance, part taunt.
"But this Nina Jacobs here just killed several of my people,"
he added.
"And you are?" Nina Jacobs asked.
"That’s Everett Young, Team 3’s supervisor. Ignore him. His people are the most obnoxious."
Harlan answered.
"So, killing isn’t allowed in the correctional facility?" Nina Jacobs retorted.
"Of course it is. I kill people every day."
The man shrugged, as if talking about something routine.
"But among the people you killed was someone who was supposed to fight this afternoon. So, what do you suppose we should do about that?"
"Rule one of the correctional facility: if a combatant dies unexpectedly, they can be temporarily replaced."
At Nina Jacobs’s words, Everett Young threw his head back and roared with laughter.
"’Unexpectedly died,’ I like that. This is your friend?"
"I hear he’s a Strength Element Superpower User."
His eyes locked onto Wayne Warner, like a predator staring down its prey.
"That’s right," Nina Jacobs replied.
"Then I’ll be looking forward to it."
He left them with that cryptic remark and walked away.
"You’ve surprised me. I didn’t think you were a killer."
Hearing that Nina Jacobs wanted to look around, Harlan decided to accompany her for a bit.
"I just decided to strike first,"
Nina Jacobs said.
She didn’t kill indiscriminately.
The men she’d killed would have most likely come after her once the match was over.
Just like Tobin, who had shown up that morning with fresh wounds.
Better to deal with them publicly on the spot than privately later on.


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