Yeah, another chapter. I took some time, but here we are. Why did it take so long? I only started to write this chapter a week ago, what I was doing before that? Studying and preparing myself for the Entrance Exams in a University. Such is life I guess.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own RWBY, or any future thing I make a crossover with. Only the OCs, and this system idea. And is not beta read. I will be posting this story on the space battles too, by the username of LazyPillow. This chapter is not beta-read.

For one thing, he could be glad, this fight was not as bad as his first one. Who would guess? Albeit deadly, he won and did not have to kill anyone. Small mercies. Back to the cell, only God almighty has the answers for tomorrow, but for now, being glad for being alive is enough.

Would the Doctor say something? Or just say it was his duty to win? He couldn't guess, but this would bring him closer to the answers he seeks. "Aah". The system hadn't given a generous reward for the fight, it was like the first messages it had said, just "defeating" someone would not give rewards as strong as "killing" someone would.

[DEX STATUS CARD (LOW-QUALITY) 1x]

Just that, and nothing more. Well, it did give something at the very least. Will the other fights be stopped before they can become fatal like this one…? From a pragmatic viewpoint, it being stopped was bad, since his reward is worse than it would be otherwise. From a human viewpoint? Fuck that, for all his problems and sins, abandoning his own humanity is something that he will not do.

How would Adam be faring right now? And Mizuki? Maybe if he wins enough fights, he could see friendly faces again, not the pretense of the doctor, or the unwanted and shady glare of whoever is his "sponsor". "I should get some sleep…" Maybe things will be better tomorrow… Even he couldn't believe this lie.

The concrete ceiling above his head is a reminder of why things wouldn't be better anytime soon. Giving up would be an option in any other scenario, but reality isn't as easy as some simulation in a vacuum, nothing to lose, all to gain.

Maybe this is the way this software stimulates people? Throwing them in the ocean, and saying to sink or swim back to the shore by themselves? Maybe. After all, he does not have anything to lose in this place, and giving up is to be forgotten by everyone. No friends, "family" or anyone else to mourn your parting, or the fact that you existed in the first place.

To go on, is to not be forgotten, is to try and gain a new meaning, a new life… what a cruel, cruel system. A literal sink or swim scenario, the reward being your own life… Opening his eyes, the concrete ceiling greets him again… "I want to give up…" But I can't… The fear of being forgotten, of dying, being greater than his desire to simply give up.

A lump in his throat, his mouth becoming watery, and eyes heavy… How much time passed anyway? Two or three months, maybe? Maybe four? How would she be mourning? Would she be okay? Aiden… and now he in a sense left her behind. Ha… at the very least, I left everything to you. Hope you are doing good, Charlie, and I'm sorry…

His family wouldn't get a penny out of his death, or just death on paper. Just hope that they don't miss me too much… Being a burden, even after his vanishing, is not a thing he wishes to be, well, at least he won't have to see some of his exes ever again…

Closing his eyes again, one could only hope that at least his dreams would be more peaceful and calming than this strange reality he finds stranded in…

"The boy did great, for an auraless kid to beat an adult, albeit one without aura and with some training, impressive, Sol. I think that a teacher and trainer would be better suited for you, rather than a back alley Doctor." The blue-haired bitch says, oh great.

Now of all times… The fact that this bitch went to her "official" office as a doctor here, is infuriating enough, couldn't she just go on her merry way after the fight? The headache came instantly. Another thing that probably will become common in no time, sadly.

"What do you want now, Lazuli? And I barely did anything to help his growth, the boy is just that good with a knife." Too good for a little kid like him, too good to be real or normal. "Oh sweet Sunshine, you do know what I want, no?"

"Yes, I do, you want to waste my time with chit-chat. Get to the point right now." Why this problematic woman couldn't get the fuck out and leave her alone? Things would be so much easier that way.

With a soft giggle, the bluenette takes a chair. "I want you to keep training him. In just a month and a half, you did great." A smile crept through her lips, welcoming yet malicious. "I was planning on doing that anyway. But, you should try to move some pieces. The boy is still a child. He will grow resentful of everyone here should he lose contact with people."

Besides his freaking maturity and wisdom for someone of his age. "You should stop your attempts at poetry, Sol. It is good and dandy on a piece of paper, but in a proper conversation? Is not. Anyway, did he have anyone close to him here? As far as I know, this boy pretty much doesn't exist."

Repressing a grunt, the only thing to do in such a situation is to sigh. "I think so. Another child, a redhead, and an Old Man. At least that is what I know and what I got of him back in his recovery." Stroking her chin, the bluenette looks at the ceiling, thinking. "Good… I shall see what I can do. But don't expect much. That side of the prison is pretty much to keep people for the fights."

"Well, as long you try, there is no problem here." Reflexively, she takes a cigarette from the pocket, almost lighting it. "Aaah." They are inside a building. No smoking. "Good, you can respect at least one law."

"Stop wasting my time. You already said your piece, right? Then fuck off. I need to prepare myself for tomorrow." Rolling her eyes, Lauli rises from the chair, going on her merry way. "See you another time, Sol. Just keep your good work on the boy."

"... Fuck you."

The first rays of Sunlight breach through the bars, making his eyes open slowly. His body felt heavy, as if he didn't rest enough, which is understandable. Sadly, this isn't a dream he can wake from, in his old bed and apartment, but a brand new reality…

What will it be this time? Training with that Doctor, just doing some excuse of work…? The few works he did, could barely be considered as work, just some easy stuff… laundry, janitor work… As if to mock him, getting things easy while people suffer on the mines. Training doesn't do anything besides giving experience to his short-sword mastery.

"Good thing you are awake. Prepare to rise from your bed. We got things to do." A voice greets him, a feminine one, one he grew less wary of. The doctor. "How long were you waiting for me to wake up?"

With a half-hearted smile, she answers. "Just for me a few minutes." You should stop trying to appear welcoming, your attempts are uncanny. Without the courage to tempt fate and say the words on his mind out loud, Alexander simply rises from the bed, puts on his shoes, and walks towards the door.

The Doctor opens the door, and makes a hand sign for him to get out, which he does. "What… will it be this time? The usual training routine?" Despite trying his best, he couldn't keep the tired and done tone of his voice at bay. "Nothing of the sort. It's really weird to see you so tired, Alexander."

She is… right. There is only so much one could endure before his will and resistance starts to fade. The fact that he endured for some months is really commendable in his own opinion. "Then?" If it wasn't training, then what? A checkup to see his wounds? A physical test?

"You will see." These words are not encouraging in the slightest. Sighing, they start to walk, to where? He doesn't have any idea. Just the sound of walking echoing through the empty halls. I never stopped to think about that.. But I don't think this place is too big. Nor that he had been in a prison before, but common sense dictated that the complex should be bigger than this one… Another thing that smells about this place…

For some minutes, only the sound of footsteps could be heard echoing through empty halls, as they walked in silence. What did she want to show anyway? There are only a few things he has yet to see, including those "Grimm". "Well then, prepare your eyes, boy."

A stair stands before them, and silently, they climb it, going to another floor of the building. What awaits him? She stops before a door, slowly opening it. "You will enjoy the view." She opens the door, and walks in. With a sigh, he soon follows.

The orange rays cutting through a light blue sky greets him, as it touches the landscape, painting it orange. He could see part of the complex, and a forest a little far away. A majestic view. Why does she want him to see it? "Confused? I thought you would be so. You are smart for a brat."

"Just see it and enjoy it. Take it easy. You will break down if you continue to stress about everything." With the heaviest sigh he ever saw her do, slowly she sits on the concrete floor, looking at the rising sun. "Come, sit, is better than standing."

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood to sit right now." He says, walking towards the woman, standing besides her. "You do you, then." In silence they stood once more, seeing the dawn. Take it easy, huh? Could she tell it because she was on the shady side of things, or because she was a doctor? Maybe both? Or had lessons in psychology? He can't know.

As if reading his thoughts, a little laugh escapes her mouth. "Don't overthink things. Just enjoy the dawn. A bit of peace of mind, ephemeral as it may be, doesn't hurt." With a sigh, he killed that line of thought. "Does it have a meaning, to fight in this pit?"

"No, it doesn't. But…" she sighs again, as if thinking carefully about what to say. "Get strong, strong enough to beat everyone prisoner and guard. If you ever want to escape this place, and be truly free, becoming powerful is the only advice I can give you."

"..." Good advice as any. "Anyway, you have the potential, just refine it, get strong, and you will have a way to escape this place in a few years."

Why is she saying that? Right now? "Before you ask. Is because you have potential, kid. To become a mercenary, a crime lord, a huntsman, who knows. Is truly a waste to let such a rough gem in a pile of dirt." And now, the pieces fall on the table.

"You see me as a profit, an investment. If I grow strong, you may as well get a client, partner, or acquaintance." Truly sickening to do that to a child, good thing, he is not one. And could see through this deception.

Again, she laughs. "You are right. I truly see it as a profit, an investment, but I'm extending an olive branch for you. You have a good mind, and potential. People like you are a waste in this place, to only be seen as a show to some crime lord, or fat rich people."

"Consider it as such: I see your potential, and I want to see it grow, besides the fat profit that I'll get if you succeed. You, at the tender age of ten years old, killed two men, one in a fight to the death, and a drug dealer. Besides maiming and winning a fight in a pit, and a sharp mind to boot. If you succeed, maybe the status quo can change, maybe not. But anyway, I get something either way."

Rising to her feet, she locks her eyes on his. "I just find that if you succeed, the profit would be better. Anyway, follow me, I have some food here, actual food, not prison food." With a hand sign, she starts to walk. "Can you give and light one cigarette for me?"

"No". It was worth a try at least…

This is the chapter, I hope you guys enjoyed it. Also, writing Sol is always fun, so far, she is my favorite character to write yet. And a more slow paced chapter instead of a frenetic fighting. See you guys next time.