Chapter 86
Chapter 86
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: Riot (3)
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Screams are already echoing. Villains who instinctively sense death—or pain to match—scatter in every direction.
But there's no escaping from inside C Wing.
What,
Actually, Creep has no intention of killing them.
The noisy screams and blaring alarms have her heart racing so wildly that she worries she'll lose control of her strength and kill someone.
Of course, Creep doesn't kill people that easily.
She prefers inflicting lifelong disabilities,
making them remember her forever.
Maybe that's why they're all freaking out. Would dying actually be better?
Especially the gang that used to bully Creep—they're losing it the most.
Along with their screams or wails,
a sharp warning siren pierces the prison interior.
The guards monitoring C Wing on CCTV must have hit the emergency control button.
But Creep treats it like fireworks or background music. Buzzing with excitement, she hops down from her chair,
"Taang-!"
She makes the sound with her mouth.
Finger gun cocked, mimicking a gunshot,
one of the finely shredded tissues rockets out, piercing human skin, muscle, and bone before embedding in the prison floor.
Pung-!
Only then does the impact sound hit. Creep's ability pierced the knee dead-on, so Deoksoon's old roommate will likely never walk again.
"Kyaaack!"
Leaving the rolling, shrieking villain behind,
Creep prowls C Wing like an excited kid playing tag.
"...Things are getting fun."
"Yeah."
In the midst of it, Scardi and Rin share a smoke while watching the CCTV. Guards will probably burst in soon.
Or maybe a special response team.
Heroes might even show up.
"It's fine. I told our kids to come too."
Of course, Scardi's organization members outside will reach the prison first.
Scardi has already formed [contracts] with them. Joining her organization inevitably means signing a [contract].
Here, a contract refers to
the mutual binding state triggered by Scardi's ability.
Through it, her members gain physical enhancements or financial benefits, while inevitably carrying out Scardi's demands.
The reverse holds too—Scardi fulfills members' requests at times. Fitting for an ability user, most contracts tilt toward securing some advantage for Scardi, big or small.
The heavier the demands or restrictions, the greater the compensation. Limits depend on Scardi's own ability boundaries and the contract's wording.
It's no dream power that grants everything with a few scribbles. Still, it turns plenty of impossibilities into reality.
For example,
right now, the personnel outside receiving Scardi's orders have their family's livelihood guaranteed—in exchange for surpassing physical limits to hear her voice.
Of course, that member must do everything possible to instantly fulfill every demand woven into her voice.
That's it. Devote yourself to Scardi, and she'll guarantee money and success. The flashy life, the so-called successful one.
A little more detail.
If Scardi wants to add "[The contracting party gains telepathy]" to a contract, she grabs pen and paper first.
Then writes the sentence word-for-word on it. Hold the paper vertically, divide it horizontally into quarters, and jot the [contracting party's benefit] in the top section.
Matching conditions auto-calculate and appear below. "[Scardi loses her hearing.]"
This might seem pretty useless. But Scardi tweaks the wording to minimize her penalty.
"[The contracting party gains telepathy. Limited solely to hearing Scardi's voice.]"
Something like that brings the penalty down to almost nothing.
Granting new abilities packs a huge penalty, but narrowing it to Scardi-related matters makes the risk bearable.
"[Scardi's ears become sensitive.]"
Shoulder that tiny risk, and Scardi gains a loyal subordinate who can communicate with her anytime.
Such a versatile, ingenious ability user is casually smoking right now, utterly free of tension or panic.
She's just pondering how Creep's rampage will play out,
and what Crow's up to at the moment.
"Hoo!"
Having gleefully thrashed the traitors in her indescribable pitch-black form, she bares her razor-sharp teeth and tenses her fist.
Kwang-!
A massive fist-shaped dent appears in the steel door. It doesn't shatter in one hit, so the prison must have put real effort into reinforcing it.
Kwang!
Kwaang!
Creep pounds away with even more glee, shredding the door like rags. No steel holds up to her relentless barrage.
Kwaduk-!
Soon, a gruesome screech echoes as the entire door rips free. Only then does Creep release her ability, reabsorbing the jellies to revert to human form.
Like a mermaid returned to the sea at last,
Creep's satisfied smile carries an unexpected beauty, even sweetness.
Some had knees shattered,
a few legs folded backward,
others with every finger snapped,
yet
she hums a tune with a face far too lovely for it all, slowly approaching Scardi.
Like beholding an angel descended upon the world.
A black-winged angel...
"Urk, uwaaak...!"
"Hiiik! Hiiik!"
Desperate scrambles for survival turn all of C Wing into pandemonium. Unlike Creep strolling inward, nearly every inmate bolts for the cramped entrance.
Their footsteps cross paths.
Creep's light, jaunty steps toward Scardi.
The terrified inmates' chaotic stampede outward.
"Stop! Everyone freeze! Right now...!"
A few guards' shouts carry into C Wing. Creep and Scardi ignore them, wrapping up their chat.
"I'll leave Lily to you."
"Sure."
More straightforward and tidy than expected, isn't it? Scardi figured a few of her subordinates might get hurt, but Creep leaves them be.
Taang-!
Gunshots ring out. Guards must have opened fire. The uproar swells.
"I'm busy—gotta go!"
Chaos, screams, pandemonium,
all Creep's favorite things bubbling up inside the prison.
She has more important matters than tormenting Scardi.
"Open fire!"
No time to kill guards who spot her and unload live rounds without hesitation.
Or snap the necks of every other villain bastard clogging the halls like pests.
The air here's already electric with fun. Creep craves something bigger, wilder.
So she smashes through B Wing's door,
A Wing's too,
heading straight for the Special Supervision Wing—running smack into guards fleeing out.
Tang!
One shot,
Taang-!
Two,
Taang!
Three.
Three shots, and the guards grasp they have no shot. They try activating their abilities, but...
"Ehey, nobody cares about your powers. I'm the star right now, aren't I?"
Creep flashes a sweet smile, pressing her index finger to one guard's forehead.
Black jelly surges over her face at once. The suffocating slime clings tight, drilling true deathly terror into the guard.
It stretches if you pull,
but never peels off.
The goo sealing mouth and nose offers only darkness till blackout.
"Eup! Euup!"
She flails in final frenzy, spraying bullets wildly from her gripped gun. But her blind fire hits only the colleague trembling beside her.
"Aaak! W-wait...! I-I got hit... Heup, hiip..."
Like demon-possessed, limbs whipping every which way as her body convulses.
Oxygen-starved, humans writhe desperately for air.
That struggle is exquisite.
Creep watches her death throes,
then questions the wounded guard.
"Hey, you saw it, right? What do you think?"
"W-what..."
Creep's hand looms toward her forehead already.
"That girl—doesn't her thrashing look way prettier than alive?"
8:47 AM,
Creep blasts through the Special Supervision Wing's door, granting all special cases their freedom.
With that, doors to A Wing, B Wing, C Wing, and Special Supervision Wing stand wide,
and
prisoners begin filing out.