Arc 2, Chapter 76 — Phase One (1)
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The Scarlet Order was no place for the weak.
Hulga understood this better as the days went by. It was a wild world here, and she felt it.
The Cafeteria had hours of operations for Breakfast, Lunch and Supper. And if the end time goes and you're still in line, then too bad.
Hulga's fury was bottled, as her bruised, discolored hands trembled with every move she took.
Soon she was back to her feet in a limping manner, with other visible purplish discolorations on her body.
The rules were simple: Eat whenever you can, fight whenever you must, but DO NOT KILL Anyone.
Indeed, she should be happy no one thought of kicking her in the face. But how could she?
What infuriated her most was that many smug bastards—with their polished boots and unscathed uniforms—would cut the line, and no one would say a thing.
