13 It doesn't matter, I will make a move

For this bizarre prison, having a person die every day is nothing unusual; it's only strange if no one dies. However, it depends on who dies. If it's a prisoner, a prison guard, or even a Prison Guard, it doesn't matter; they are all expendable, easily replaced if lost. But if a high-ranking official of the prison dies, that's a different matter entirely.

At seven in the morning, hundreds gathered at the cafeteria entrance, staring upward with faces full of disbelief.

Before their eyes, a body over two meters tall was impaled by an iron spike through the chest and nailed directly to the cafeteria's second-floor exterior wall. The cold wind blew past, and the blood that had flowed down like canvas had already congealed, forming a grotesque and terrifying tableau.

Undoubtedly, the person was dead beyond any doubt.

Even with the protection of the God of Slaanesh's power, it was impossible to grant the deceased a second life.