Princess Of The Insurgents - Chapter 55 ill Just Watch.

Following this young man, who must be no more than 22 years old, about twenty other people, half of whom are women, come out through the trapdoor. All the candidates, who have been designated as the preys of the evening to allow these well-to-do people to enjoy themselves, are agitated and watch their environment with fear in the eyes.

Their heads turn to the right and left, some of them panic, then only after a few violent verbal exchanges, half of them leave the now halved group.

After the group splits up, Jane is again transported to the hunters, who begin to lose patience.

When a discreet signal sounds above her, Jane looks up at the ceiling where a stopwatch that countdown the time has appeared before the hunting party begins. Underneath the scrolling seconds float two paintings which she observes, hiding the contempt she feels for this rejoicing congregation.

Name, age, occupation, place of residence, the table concerning the preys is simple and offers only the most basic information.

In addition to this information, the hunters’ table tells the guests how many prey each hunter has killed, how many times they have taken part in this type of hunt, and offers an estimate of their reliability, taking into account their cruelty, efficiency and fighting ability.

The stopwatch runs quickly. There are only 45 seconds left before the start of the hunt and it is at this point that a female voice announces the opening of the bets.
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Sam opens his personal assistant’s menu and vocally selects the temporary application, which will be removed from his options once the evening is over. Without an ounce of hesitation, he votes for the victory of a dark-haired man with semi-closed eyes, medium height and wearing the number 3.

The menu of a modern personal assistant is visible only to his user, but this method of voice selection breaks that confidentiality and allows Jane to record the choices of those around her.

At this point, Jane’s thinking about gang members. They are all people with different backgrounds, but each man in these groups has something in common.

The main reasons they join such groups is that they have lost everything and live in extreme poverty. Although their monstrous conduct is not excusable, Jane can understand why these desperate people have given in to their beastly side. However, why do these people who possess money and power take so much pleasure to witness the massacresof their fellow man?

To find out, Jane plans to open her mind again, but in the face of the excitement of everyone in this great hall, she gives up. Then Jane tries to guess the reason without using her powers, and watches the faces of the people around her. Her eyes leave the woman dressed in yellow who laughs out loud to land on Sam.

This man really likes to put his mouth against her ear, but his fingers who brush her shoulder are better here than on her thighs.

“Miss, your personal assistant must have been configured for this hunting when when you checked in. In my experience, I can only advise you to bet on number three. This cruel hunter is an outstanding fighter who has already won this little competition four times. No need to be greedy for your first entry, $1,000 will be more than enough, because after all, we are among friends.”

Jane may agree to ignore certain things that she dislikes for Cindy and the Red Bones, but she will not be an accomplice to these people, by betting on who will be the barbarian who kills the most civilians.

“No thanks, I’ll just watch.”

Sam wants to motivate the beauty whose glass he’s already discreetly filled more than seven times, but the countdown clock on the stopwatch has just displayed the number 0.

When the hunting horn sounds across the vast forest, a blonde-haired female hunter utters a high-pitched howl and jumps on the back of one of her competitors. She grabs him by the neck to deprive him of oxygen, then, without the big muscular man having time to react, she drives her long knife into his skull.

At the first spurt of blood, both in the forest and in the hotel room, to the sound of screams and applauses, the murderous madness has just begun.

Immediately, the hunters, who do not trust each other, separate and rush through the forest.

If these hunters scurry through the forest at a frantic pace whose terrain they had to study, the preys are unaware of what to do. Apart from two of them who sprint to the sound of the hunting horn, the others stay put or are looking to the side, frightened and uncertain as to the right attitude to adopt.

In addition to facing men from the army, mercenaries and various other professional combatants, these civilians are only accountants, teachers or unemployed people. What an unbalanced hunt, just good for entertaining these rich people whose monotonous lives don’t allow them to have enough fun on a daily basis.

Jane shakes her head and swallows the glass of liquor that Sam, in his great generosity, has kindly served her. The drink is soft, very sweet, it slides down her throat by itself, but it’s already her fourth glass and she, who is not used to drinking, is starting to feel a little dizzy.

To remedy the side effect of this liquid drug, Jane tries to clear her slightly blurred vision by blinking her eyes and concentrates on what is happening in the forest.

Eight preys are still gathered near the trap. Three of them are fighting over who would be best suited for the position of leader. This three men claim to want to lead this small group of lost people and each of them is convinced to be right. As all three refuse to give in to the ideas of their fellow misfortune, they come to forget the hunting horn that has sounded and continue to argue.

Two others, whose eyes now express nothing but impotence, sit with their heads down. The The last three, are more rational but lacking the courage to make decisions or leave their companions, try to calm the trio of potential leaders who start fighting with each other.

One of these self-proclaimed leaders, who has just pushed his opponent aggressively, freezes before falling face down, his head partially open in two.

Seeing the man in the green and brown outfit come out of nowhere, jump from his branch towards the dead body to retrieve his hatchet, five of the prey flee without thinking about the direction they are heading.

The two amorphous prey do not have this strength. Tetanized, they observe the hunter putting his foot on the skull of the deceased, and with some difficulty, remove his executioner object deeply embedded in the one that just a minute ago, seemed so brave to them.

Although the effect of the alcohol is increasingly felt, Jane, who sees the man and the woman sitting only a few feet away from her, would like to shout to this idiots who look like they’re waiting to die to run away. Yet she knows that anything she can do will be in vain and that it is too late for that, for when she sees the woman’s head separate from her neck and roll to the man’s feet without him even thinking of uttering a cry, she guesses that his end will be no different.