I'm all alone.
I won't forget, that day in that place, I was the only one left behind.
No one else is with me anymore.
"Free Life," it's just me.
From there, empty days ensue.
The adventurer quit. Without them, there's no point in doing it.
Every day we spend without doing anything in an intermediate-district house we all bought.
I'll go outside when I'm hungry. Even if I cook rice, there's no one to please me. I bought what I could at the stall and ate it appropriately.
I have myself staring calmly at myself like such a living corpse, and he says with a sigh.
"You can't do that," he said, "everyone's gonna laugh at you."
Indeed, the surrounding gaze definitely changed.
I've been ridiculed for being called a "rat" by the adventurers for a long time, but the nickname also gradually began to mix feelings of contempt.
Even the neighbors, the known people, the stall old ladies didn't seem to like me.
Naturally. If a guy who barely took a bath and wasn't even ready walked with cloudy eyes, I'd avoid it, too.
Some of them cared like Mr. Yvetta, but even such gentle people seemed annoying, cementing the house's security to the bees so that no one could come in.
Every day I hardly talk to anyone, do nothing, just live.
During those days, one chilly night when I went out to procure food, I got lost in a colorful city and I met him.
Like me, I had eyes that I didn't know if I was alive or dead, to a girl of fairy species with water hair.
Looking at him, complex emotions swirled in his chest.
Pity. Irritating. Not filled. Lonely.
So I...
"Mmm..."
I wonder when he was asleep. Raise the face that was stuck against the desk, one big yawn. Blurring vision back to sleep too...... so I found out where I was.
"What! Oh, yeah!?
Thirty sets of chairs and desks in total. Large blackboard, walls with timetables and posters fastened with paintings. Turn around, and thirty small personal lockers with cream colors behind the room. By its side, it is equipped with a cleaning accessory... definitely. This is my classroom at Ming Chi High School.
"Oh, that......!?
In a hurry, open the status window. Yeah, it works properly...... then, this isn't the original world. Next, gently cut the back of your hand with a knife lowered to your hips. The sharp pain I ran at that time told me that this was not even a virtual reality.
So, where are we?
Deploying the MAP in the field of vision to confirm, the current location is indicated as "Ming Zhi High School/Ni Years Three Classrooms". At the same time, the synergy between [Labyrinth Exploration] and [Auto Mapping] also displays the schematics of this building, revealing new facts.
This classroom isn't the only one. The entire building remains "Ming Zhi High School".
There's just one decisive difference. The classification of the building is "labyrinth".
Labyrinth... yes, I was pulled by Eru to investigate the newly excavated ruins. My assistant promoted me (also said I was pushed) and I didn't have to sneak in because I was crying and asking for it, and it was OK if it was about four days.
And for some reason Alti came as an escort on the day of departure... and the four of them went into the labyrinth where this function stopped.
... right! The warp trap was activated just after that! I did see each one wrapped in light. Probably been flown to a piecemeal location.
That's not good. I guess the dungeon core is alive that the classification of this building is labeled "labyrinth" rather than "ruin". Or did the guy who built this labyrinth bring a new dungeon core or fake it as dead again...
Well, fine. Let's put aside the mysteries of this labyrinth now. The problem is that the dungeon core, which supplies the magic vegetables, also generates demons. Besides, there are at least about level 100 because the demons of the labyrinth are born with pure agglomeration of magic vegetables.
Of course, the celiae of the average person, even Alti and Eru, would be impossible to deal with if the organization were opponents. I mean, you can say they're in a very dangerous state. I can solve the mystery later. Now, let's think about saving those guys.
I don't know how much I slept. Maybe he's wiped out in the meantime. Is it a labyrinth with communication inhibition, [call] is not connected? That fuels more and more anxiety.
(Please, stay safe...!
Feeling like praying, I activated the [radar]...
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I was alarmed...... no, I was going to pay the utmost attention to myself, but the winning streak in the East Hall must have created a gap in my mind somewhere. Approaching with cover-up skills, [neck hunting]. Now I was willing to defeat any demon.
The demon called "High School Kobolt", who showed up after entering the Central Hall, though a little higher than I am, was at a level where hair grew on the "School Kobolt" … I suddenly set up a [neck hunt] without even making a few observations due to the rush to move on quickly.
The result is the current one. The dog-faced bastard in collared white sensed me approaching and looked back, sticking his fist out at the counter. The fist, which is faster and heavier than I thought, pierces my stomach without being able to avoid it. And I was punched with enough force to break through the window of the small room and crash into the aisle wall.
"Kehaha, oh, oops..."
The pharynx sounds in search of the air pushed out at once by the shock, but it is blocked by the dull black blood and gelo that has been refluxing from the stomach, and I cannot even breathe satisfactorily. Tears seep into his eyes, and his body bends over to the unsolicited letter and tries to gauge out what's jammed.
I have to wake up.
We must protect ourselves from the pursuit of demons.
But I don't listen to my body. My brain shakes about, my hands shake blubberly and I can't move as I thought. Even if you want to drink "High Potion," you can still swallow it.
A "high school cobolt" appears in a corner of distorted vision with an intense presence. I came out of the small room. I'm not five meters away anymore. Oh, shit. He shook his fist up. If you eat that array again, you'll be dead for sure.
Inevitable. Die. You can't escape. I can't stand it.
Die. Die. Die!
And the dog-faced bastard's fist is waved down with desperate power......
"Ho, [Holly Ray]!
I was on the verge of hitting me and stopped perfectly.
Its fuzzy fists have about as much scorch as bean grains, from which a glimmer of smoke rises. This is what stopped this guy's fist? No, I'm not. Anyone who can study a little [Holly Ray] doesn't have that much power.
Then why did you stop the fist? Easy. This guy, he's just upset. If you get in the way of something delicious, everyone feels bad. Besides, it's all the more so if the other guy is a milky kid.
You know that, don't you?
Hey, Celier......
"Yahoo, but yahoo, run!!
Why did you come all the way out here to hide in the toilet by the stairs? If you'd let the demon attack here go decent, you'd have threatened to tear you apart. Why are you exposed? Come out from the beginning if you're about to rattle and tremble in front of the demon.
... Run... Run! You don't have to try to [heel] me, so run!!
Get out of here before you get caught by some sadistic grinning dog face bastard!!
"Ahhh!?
Damn... damn... now the noise has brought demons together from the road we came through and from the other little rooms on this floor. There's no more way out. Even if I'm in perfect condition, I can't escape. Needless to say, poor seriers.
I was trying to kill him as quietly as possible to prevent this from happening. But regretting that doesn't make any sense anymore. In less than a minute, we're mincing. When it comes to being able to do it, is it about praying that there will be a God miracle with precision?
Within that thinking, I'm completely besieged and celier. Poor thing, Celier is shrinking her body, screaming high and crying.
It would be the job of the adventurer who took on the escort to make sure this did not happen. What, you can't be satisfied with the team forever, huh? I wonder if that chronic mind caused what's happening now.
It's too early for me to be an intermediate.
I'm sorry, Celier. I can't protect you.
I'm sorry, Dad. Bad girl.
... I'm sorry, mother. Don't make me cry again. Sorry......
The great hands and feet of demons loom. That'll crush me.
... I saw the demon in front of me and the "Angry Devil" on my face. You felt this way then, too. I never thought I'd taste it twice in my life... well, that life's almost over.
... Is that it? I wonder how I could have helped then...
Sure, he came. Hilarious, dark-haired guy......
Rats.
Takahiro Sayama...
The moment I remembered that, suddenly, a black shadow ran through the straight passage.
What the hell was that, I... I think so, and at the same time, the demons surrounding us blew up.
"Ahhh!?
Celier covers her face with both arms and lags back so that she can escape the sight. Probably thought it was a demonic attack or something.
But I know. It's the same sight as it was then. When the "Angry Devil" ended up scattering huge amounts of magic and...!
'Cause it's the same up ahead.
The way he wipes the sweat off his forehead in the particles of smoking magic vegetables... a man who punishes a knife sheath on his hips, red as blood. Takahiro Sayama, standing in a troubled face, was the same as when he was an "angry demon".