Frenda froze as she looked at Roland looking down at her from above.
Pure oxygen.
As a top student who could make her own bombs, Frenda naturally understood the term.
Oxygen, the substance humans depended on to survive, became a lethal poison at concentrations above forty percent.
After inhaling large amounts of pure oxygen, the initial symptoms were numbness throughout the body, even the loss of the ability to stand.
As Roland had said, he had given her a fairly equivalent punishment.
Her plan had been to suffocate him; in return, he had filled this room with pure oxygen.
"No..."
Frenda wanted to wail, but abruptly shut her mouth and began holding her breath.
But this desperate stopgap could not help her at all.
Although she still had some miniature bombs on her, in a room filled with so much pure oxygen, even a slight spark would reduce her to a heap of debris.
The girl reached out with both hands, clawing at the floor as she crawled forward, but in this sealed space she had created herself, those few dozen meters were now like an impassable chasm.
With no time to consider the irony of having become an accomplice in her own death, Frenda turned toward the only person in this room capable of saving her, while blood flowed from her eyes from ruptured capillaries, but before she lost her sight completely.
"Please, save me. I don't want to die here..."
"Are you sure? When I punished you, I still treated you as a relatively equal opponent. That was why I made that promise."
Watching Frenda crawl toward him, Roland chuckled and crouched down as well, stroking the girl's head.
"But if you beg for my help here, you'll lose that status and become something that belongs entirely to