Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

"Guys, it's okay!?

The voice that chased us from behind unlocked our rigidity.

Running down the hallway was Rachel.

"I saw people fall out of the broadcast room, but what..."

Rachel loses her words when she sees a female teacher with her neck pierced by a wall-mounted candlestick.

Everyone just leaned down.

So, I...

In this nightmare, I have a long day to explain.

"I went to the salon. Think I need help. But... it was too late"

"Too late......? There are definitely nine steps of Bastade and nine steps of Mogridge in the salon…"

"It's all gone. Everyone in the salon was dead when we went."

Rachel looked incredible.

Even I still can't believe it.

But when I'm only talking about facts in a pale way, I get organized in my mind.

"Then I came to the broadcast room thinking there was a bifronce, and I skirmished with Emily O'Hara, who had taken this teacher hostage and occupied him.

When I caught up with him and asked him where Bifronce was, O'Hara jumped off of herself... and then, when I realized, this teacher I was supposed to have helped out was gone.

Then, when I came after the blood trail... it was in this state "

chain of developments like the world itself has gone mad.

To avoid being swallowed up by that madness, I will try to list only the facts.

"According to Elvis' story, the second VIP room - the casino where the democratic nobles were gathered - was also wiped out, like a salon.

Lavinia Fitzherbert, Southall Ninth Stage, and Prince Edwards... "

I take care and glance at Elvis.

Elvis smiled and nodded as he said it was okay.

"It's a fact, Dr. Rachel. We did confirm the body."

"... for God's sake..."

Rachel holding her forehead.

It's hard to take this reality apart.

But I wanted her to have as much information as possible.

"And one more thing"

"What...?

"Second VIP room, salon, broadcast room - the body we identified, without exception, was suicide."

"Suicide......!? That's...!

"Same as then. When" Crimson Cat "and"

Rachel gets a tough eye.

"Your guess... you were right..."

Me and Elvis nodded.

Behind The Crimson Cat was Bifronce.

This case is being made by Bifronce.

This unusual mass suicide is the proof to the left.

Rachel looked up, through us, and approached a teacher whose medulla was pierced by a wall-mounted candlestick.

"... one hand remains on the root of the candlestick... Climb on your own, like a hanging..."

Suicide...?

I heard that song, so I thought maybe he did it himself...

When I think back often.

I wonder if this female teacher was singing that song I heard when I went out in the hallway.

I think it was similar to the voice I only heard once.

Because until the moment of that song, she was alive.

Shortly after that, he committed suicide.

... Is Bifronce's spirituality like taking over a man's spirit?

Neither can we say that there is any spiritual art that interferes with the spirit.

But I can't believe I could force such a miserable suicide...

... if.

Hello.

Suppose that demon-like sister is still alive.

I could do it.

That guy could do it.

There was no basis, no evidence, and it seemed to me...

"... unbelievable... I can't believe I killed myself...... Mr. Amabel...... Before this, I was just happily talking about seeing my family back home for the first time in a long time..."

Was this teacher Rachel's acquaintance?

No... the college seems big and small.

Teachers know each other for granted......

Raquel, who was dripping, shook his head to shake something off.

And look up and look back at us.

"... Anyway, once you guys are evacuated. 'Cause we're supposed to split up into a few rooms and cage."

There is no fear or fright in that expression.

But I knew that I was behaving like a pupil in front of us.

Still......

Me and everybody, I'm exhausted.

My mind, not my body.

Rachel showed me the best, to my reliance as an adult... we had nothing else to sweeten...

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He scratched the desk, chairs, shelves, etc., and blocked the entrance firmly and firmly.

With so many barricades, monsters can't come in that easily either.

We're finally getting comfortable.

Nevertheless, it is not yet a relief.

We caged one of the salons for visitors.

It was just a big event day called Spirit King Battle, and some food is available.

But it is not enough for the dozens of human beings who have evacuated not to starve for days.

On a bench placed on the edge, those injured by the monster are put to sleep.

The treatment was replaced by only a few medical savvy people, busy as if they were pointing to the multifaceted aspects of chess.

Occasionally, a bloodthirsty squeal sounds from outside the room.

And the heavy footsteps of Zun, Zun,.

Each time, the inside of the salon is tingly nervous.

Repeating the tension over and over again had accumulated a little unexpected anxiety, like starch.

Still, it would have made sense to settle your hips this way.

Azelea, Ruby and Gawayne, who were only looking for revenge, were also much more calm.

... but you can't stay locked up forever.

We have to think of a way out......

"Lakel."

In anticipation of my hand being free, I spoke to Rachel.

"Did you calculate the escape?

"... I want to talk to you and Elvis about it. I've heard that you've experienced this spiritual art before."

Did your father or mother tell you that?

Father and mother, Mr. Posford, are also evacuated to this salon.

Luckily, there doesn't seem to be any injuries.

They scolded me a lot for running on my own.

I'll nod to Rachel and get Elvis.

The other teachers were also turned into vehicle seats and countermeasures meetings were held.

"- You have to defeat the boss to leave this dungeon"

The role of cutting the fire was left to Elvis, the prince.

The teachers are serious and listen to his words.

"Boss, that means the most mighty demon that rules this dungeon. When we were..."

"It was a huge chunk of tentacles. What's the exact size... maybe five to six times the size of an elephant? I have big eyes in the middle of my tentacles, and from there I get a heat ray that's easy enough to burn off one forest."

The facial expressions of the teachers get tougher when we hear an overview of the 'boss' we talk about.

Is it about Rachel who is flat?

"Except - this was said by the [Labyrinth of Trials] magician himself - that the dungeons are always made to be offensive"

"... it's the enemy's word. Can you believe that?

"I can't say it's complete, but I don't think it's an impossible story. In fact, we were attacked - by spirituality of such magnitude. Even if it's a roost, I can't control it without some sort of tight routine"

"Hmm..."

Rachel put her hand on her mouth and thought in.

Though Rachel only has a decent rank, she is a brilliant spiritualist at the top of the class in college.

But Routine to wield that mighty power steadily, he said, seems to be such a loose thing as' eating full stomach '.

Well, in this situation where food has become precious, that may not be called 'loose' either.

In her, it's possible that the importance of something called Routine hasn't come very well pinned.

"To say the ultimate, if both dungeons and demons are free to set, you can create 'the most powerful demons that can surely kill us all in an instant'.

I knew there were limits to [the Labyrinth of Trials] if you didn't do it. "

"... I see. It makes sense."

Rachel nodded like she was good at it.

"Assuming the story was true that dungeons are always offensive... How do you think that difficulty is determined?

"I think that's the magician's chest tip three inches. Hey, Jack."

"Oh. While the boss was a hell of a guy, he was just made to solve the riddle on the road. Obviously there is a difference in difficulty.

He said, 'I insulted you' or something, and at first you'd be naming us. It was the time of the boss battle that I corrected the difficulty upwards. "

"Is it also Ali who changes the difficulty along the way... It's a mess..."

Abominably grumbling rackel.

There Elvis pinched his mouth.

"This is a guess...... maybe there's also a limit to the difficulty changes along the way"

"Saying?

"Shortly before the boss battle, the magician himself showed up... and it didn't seem like he had the advantage of showing up before us."

Indeed......

I was told I provoked you, but would you really go out of your way to risk it, just for that?

If he was hit in person, the dungeon would be wasted too.

"... if you don't show up in front of the attacker, you can't change the difficulty. Is that what you're trying to say, Elvis?

"Guess what. If you think about it, Tsujitsu fits."

The teachers roared.

Maybe he admires Elvis' insight.

"Then..."

I said as Rachel did a little gaze up.

"... Quickly defeat the magician himself, who showed up in a hurry to change the difficulty by attacking the dungeon with ease.... this is the fastest?

"Right."

"The problem is the current difficulty. It's a lot more expensive at the moment than putting together an elite group of Spiritual Academy teachers and turning them to their enemies."

"Maybe..."

"Well, anyway"

Raquel says it's obvious so as to cut off the painful mood.

"Find the boss, take him down. So I can go outside. That's what I'm saying."

... Oh, yeah.

The harder the harder, the harder the harder the harder the harder the harder.

Let's go simple.

"The challenge we have to solve is to figure out how to find the boss, how to defeat the boss, and that.

... Two experienced people, any thoughts?

Me and Elvis kept our mouths shut for a while.

Suppose you have a boss......

"... first, is the playing field suspicious?

"Yeah. I think so too"

Me and Elvis were in agreement.

"Why do you say the playing field is suspicious?

"If so, somehow, but the performances (...) are similar to those of the sleeping quarters"

"Performance? I see. I think that expression fits."

"Performance......?

To Rachel leaning down, I explain the vague feeling inside me.

"When we were in the sleeping quarters, we were put through the deepest first.

He came back from there to near the entrance, dungeoned, and then went for the deepest again.

After that, the boss drove me back to the entrance.

I mean - I changed the same path, only the difficulty, and I was given two rounds. "

Elvis snorted and gave his consent.

"We were on the playing field the first time, and we fled from there to here.

So, if the boss is on the playing field, he'll be back on the same path again.

The performance "Change the Same Way Only Difficulty and Go Back and forth" looks just like it did in the sleeping quarters. "

Hmm, Rachel put her finger on her mouth to the depth of her thoughts.

"... habit in making dungeons, or... maybe it's like making styles"

Style.

It was odd to say.

"Reconnaissance first. See if you really have a boss on the playing field. Then we put together a crusade team..."

As if to block Rachel's voice.

The ground sounds happened.

sporadically screaming.

After a while, it healed on its own.

What, the ground sounds now......

It's like something's collapsed...

That was when I was surprised.

- Bhattan.

Bhattan, Bhattan, Bhattan.

In the room, many people accidentally collapsed.

The blurring ran, and it quickly,

"KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Turns into a scream that rips silk.

When me and Rachel ran off, the fallen people were already immersed in a sea of blood.

Everyone is uniformly bleeding a lot out of their stomachs.

And.

On your right, a fruit knife.

Suicide.

"... he's dead..."

Rachel checked his pulse and shook his head.

The others confirm the same, but there was not a single person with breath.

... Even if it's closed like this, can't it?

Wherever I am, they make me kill myself without you.

What am I supposed to do with this......!?

When I bit my teeth, I noticed something suspicious.

Red blood seeping through my stomach into my clothes.

The way it seeps...... hey, that sounds crazy......

I approached the body.

Piss off, and step around with blood.

Shoes get dirty, but not if you care.

I rolled up the corpse's clothes and checked my abdomen.

"This..."

What's in the abdomen is the wound.

It must have been put on with a fruit knife. There is a lot of blood from the wound.

The odd thing was the wound.

"This is a letter."

The wound is in writing.

Rachel, who noticed and confirmed my whining, looks stunned.

He exchanged eyes with the other teachers and ran to confirm the wounds on the other bodies.

Result.

It can be seen that all the body wounds were in letters.

And when we connected them all together, it became one message.

- "NO ONE CAN ESCAPE"

- "Who's Alone, Can't Run"

"... apparently"

Raquel groans bitterly.

"You don't seem to have much time..."