"Non-administrators can run for factory director?" Satan froze, pointing at himself. "Doesn't that mean I can't become factory director?"
Coleman said irritably, "Stop thinking about becoming factory director. Even if administrators are qualified to run, it would be hard for you to get elected."
"Why?"
"Because you don't have enough votes."
But Satan refused to let it go. "If it's majority rule, the two of you vote for me, and I vote for myself. Wouldn't that guarantee a win?"
Coleman held out his index finger and waved it from side to side. "That's not how it works. First of all, only administrators can vote..."
Satan immediately said, "You can be like me and kill—"
Before Satan could finish, Coleman cut him off.
"We're Rebels. We can indeed replace administrators by killing them," Coleman said. "But there are two major thresholds."
The first threshold was that they might not be able to defeat the administrators.
Satan had won this time entirely because he held the advantage of the terrain. Below the window was the Lava Lake.
Other areas might not have such an advantage.
"Even if we really win by luck, don't forget that Ice Woman and I still have to go through a shattering lightning punishment."
There was a one-in-five chance of losing a limb. If their luck was bad and they lost the gamble with their lives, losing their heads would mean game over.
The second threshold was that different areas had different rules.
Earlier, when Ice Woman had tried to enter the Volcanic Trail, she had been struck directly by lightning punishment.
Clearly, people from different areas could not enter other areas. Under those circumstances, at most Ice Woman could kill the administrator of the Shaping Workshop and replace them.
But Coleman could not.
Coleman was a fire