A cannon fodder character who dies in a spectacular way
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Renee Johnson had just opened her eyes when a sharp knife was thrust into her right lower back with a "pfft" sound. Before she could react, the knife twisted half a circle after it was plunged in.
"Damn it!"
She gasped in pain, her vision darkening as cold sweat broke out all over her body!
The assailant was about to pull out the knife when she grabbed the handle with her left hand and stabbed at him with her right hand.
Without turning her head, she counterattacked with such momentum that Charles Quinn, although he dodged her strike, had his knife snatched away in the process.
He didn't expect her to be so quick in her reaction after being stabbed, and when he looked up at her, he was taken aback.
There was no shock on her face, no disbelief, not even a hint of confusion or sadness.
She smiled.
It wasn’t a cold smile.
It was a genuine smile, as if she was feeling the joy of surviving a disaster, and even... a hint of gratitude?
Charles frowned slightly.
Had she gone mad, her spirit collapsing after his betrayal?
Even though Renee was injured, most of the people in the arena didn’t spare her a glance, as they were fighting for their lives.
In the center of the black, circular arena, a frail-looking teenager was being attacked by seven or eight people.
He was almost covered in blood, with multiple wounds on his chest and back gushing blood, but he gritted his teeth and wildly swung his knife in retaliation.
He knew very well that if he stopped, today would be his death day.
No one pitied the boy's situation. Even those not involved looked at him like vultures waiting for him to fall.
Survival of the fittest.
But someone else was watching Charles with hateful eyes.
Like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Seeing Charles disarmed, the person slashed at him from behind.
A flash of cold light, the blade nearly grazing Charles' face. The attacker regretted not slicing his carotid artery, but the next second, his wrist was tightly gripped by Charles.
With a quick twist, giving no time to react, the attacker's own knife was plunged into his abdomen and twisted, causing excruciating pain. He involuntarily loosened his grip, and the knife was taken by Charles.
Without hesitation, Charles slit his throat.
Blood spurted out, but Charles tilted his head slightly, avoiding even a single drop on his face.
The man's eyes widened, the last thing he saw was Charles' face, more beautiful than a woman's, with cold white skin and tea-gray eyes that glinted ominously.
The burly man couldn't even utter his final syllable before collapsing like a pile of mud, his eyes still open, mouth gaping a few times before he was no more.
"End!"
The middle-aged man watching from outside the arena coldly spat out the words.
The fighting ceased instantly, and the bloodied teenager finally collapsed to the ground, fingers still clutching his knife in a death grip.
The sturdy metal gate opened, and several people came in to remove the bodies and clean the arena with practiced efficiency.
Seeing the blood still flowing from the slit throat of the man being carried away, leaving a trail of blood, Renee's throat itched. She resisted the urge to touch her neck, swallowing hard.
If she hadn't reacted quickly, that would have been her fate.
In the original storyline, after Charles stabbed the original her, he slit her throat when he pulled out the knife.
A real killer without blinking an eye.
Ignoring the years of "friendship" they had shared, and her trust and reliance on him, she had given her back to him in this life-and-death arena.
Most of the others had already left the arena. Charles kept his eyes fixed on the girl, expecting her to question him, at least say something. But she just glanced at him emotionlessly and turned to leave.
Watching her retreating figure, Charles squinted.
Everyone wore white to easily identify injuries, and his knife was still deeply embedded in her lower back, blood soaking and spreading across most of her back. Yet she walked steadily, back straight, as if nothing was wrong.
With each step, the black knife handle swayed.
Renee wasn't trying to act tough. Pulling the knife out now would cause more blood loss, and she didn't want to die from excessive bleeding.
Or rather, she didn't want to die again so soon.
So when she got stabbed, her first thought wasn't shock, but relief.
Thank goodness, it was just a knife wound.
Inheriting a billion-dollar estate, her body ravaged by drugs, and the system often sabotaging her, she cursed the system until it went silent.
Unexpectedly, the petty system retaliated by setting her up. After suffering a setback, she had to lower her guard and make peace, thinking she had appeased it, but the system had been planning something big.
In the following worlds, she was drowned by people pressing her head into water before she even opened her eyes.
Experiencing the pain of drowning unprepared, she cursed loudly, but the system didn’t respond, secretly making things worse. The more she cursed, the worse her next death was.
So she experienced several worlds in rapid succession, dying in various spectacular ways right after appearing.
She was hanged, fell from a building, hit by a car, poisoned to death with blood oozing from her orifices...
In the last world, she had just opened her eyes when there was an explosion!
"Boom!" A deafening sound!
Before she could react, her body was blown to pieces, a true "cannon fodder"...
Yet, the plot of those worlds flooded into her mind, with various life-flashing-before-death experiences, witnessing several NPCs' lives.
In this world, her existence was to highlight Charles' cruelty.
After he became a big shot, it was mentioned casually that he had once killed his beloved pet, who had grown up under his care, without blinking an eye. When she had trusted him enough to turn her back on him, he stabbed her and then slit her throat.
Before dying, her eyes were wet and full of confusion, disbelief, and incomprehension.
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