Genocide Reality

At first, I thought it was just an earthquake.

The moment when the rattle and the desk began to shake violently and Urabe, a Mandarin teacher, yelled, "Everyone hide under the desk".

Pah, the classroom lights went out and the area was surrounded by darkness.

I was uncomfortable at the moment I thought so, and even if the classroom fluorescent lights went out, there can't be 'wrapped in darkness'. 'Cause it's midday now.

The time was around 11: 00 a.m., probably twenty minutes. I'll testify that I was gracefully delayed in reading in the sunlight coming out of the gap between the curtains, in the perfect seat behind the classroom to the left.

The weather was clear with no clouds, and there was no fine dust such as elements that would be dark.

Whether the sun hides in the clouds, or even if an eclipse occurs, it does not become a complete bright darkness.

And yet, darkness that sees nothing.

How the hell do you say it's a night all of a sudden?

As I was rocked by the earthquake, I saw it trying to put together confusing thoughts but everyone couldn't see what was happening.

I was anxious to stay still, but it was also dangerous to move around until the violent shaking that pushed me up subsided.

I just have to hide under my desk and get through this fucking earthquake with a grunt.

"Chi......"

I bit my lower lip into discomfort. A sense of powerlessness that I can't do anything about the situation on my own, caught up in a great force that I can't help.

I should have skipped classes in Tarui's current country that I could still afford to attend. Why, at a time like this, did I think I'd go to class properly?

Well, I thought you were just in time to do your reading.

What I have at hand is Hannah Arendt's Responsibility and Judgment, which I was contemplating reading through this great writer today slowly and silently.

Of course, I'm still reading. It was almost the part about the 'evil mediocrity' of the conclusion...... no longer by reading.

In addition to the earthquake-stricken emergencies, it is a real escape that is buried in such irrelevant thoughts.

In the darkness, it's hard to have to crouch without the art of being flushed by the situation and exchanged.

I couldn't stop wondering if maybe he was going to die like this.

I haven't been anything yet, and I didn't do anything.

It's not like anyone's fault that this is the last of their fucking lives that just kept them flowing, but I'm sexually angry.

As I echo the anger from the bottom of my belly, the shaking becomes more intense and giggly at my desk. In the classroom sinking into the darkness, I heard screams and anger, something falling.

It's like being in a ship flirting with wild waves. The entire classroom is shaken as hard as it was thrown out into a stormy sea.

If the shaking continues to get stronger like this, the building could collapse and die of crushing. A creepy shake makes me imagine such a bad idea.

I die, we all die. As I continued to be shaken by such a feeling of death, for some reason I was laughing.

It's nothing strong. I think I don't like dying. On the other hand, I laughed alone in the dark that I might also deserve a way to die like that shit.

I don't even think about dying as much as dew, but if I'm not gone, that'll put Keri in all the trouble.

This fear, anger, and embarrassing frustration will all disappear if you disappear. It's not a bad idea not to have to think about anything troublesome, I'm sure it'll be easier.

How about the world after I die? If that's what you think, it's really starting to laugh.

That's good. Kill me, make it easier. The moment I thought about that, the severe shake subsided without any foretaste.

"Ha..."

I exhale deeply. I thought this was the case.

What a life this is. A man who wants to live so badly dies, he survives as much as a man who has no fur why he's alive.

I'm the latter, of course.

You don't have a reason to live like this, but if you think you might die, you obsess wildly raw.

Still, as long as people are alive, they have to stay alive.

It's been a hundred and thirty-two years since God died. There's nowhere to save in this world.

"Are you all right!" "Why is it dark? Somebody turn on the lights.

In the dark, pop, pop some lights.

Yeah, well, they all have a convenient light source called a smartphone.

I took out my smartphone, too. The first thing I checked after unlocking the screen that blinks was the cell phone wave... it hasn't arrived.

We can't call for help on the phone. It's supposed to be a school in the middle of the city, but being in an unreachable area means the nearby radio tower is broken?

Alternatively, it would mean we're moving from classroom to classroom where the waves don't reach us.

Next time. 11: 26 a.m. Was the shake that I felt so long only about five minutes?

By the way, the dates are normal. They don't have time trips in comics and other common warring times.

No, even if it travels time, it doesn't necessarily mean the smartphone clock is linked.

All of a sudden it's dark, maybe it's night outside.

Time tripping is just a joke, but should I check it out?

I glanced out the window with my smartphone light and my spine froze. Open the window gallantly and touch it with your hands. Outside the window, it was surprisingly covered in stone walls.

All of a sudden it got dark because the windows were blocked by rocks.

Are we locked in the classroom? 'I'm in stone' is no joke.

This is a little uninteresting, I thought I heard sassy blood draw from my head.

I was kidding around in the SF mood, not if I was running away from reality.

This must have been some kind of catastrophe. You think a huge chunk of stone hit the school in the earthquake? Then I can understand the shaking so intense that every building is about to blow up.

But wait. Then it's inexplicable that the windows are safe.

If a giant stone hit the school building and blocked the window, what a shock would break the window glass right away. It's not strange that the window frame itself is shattered.

So this says that the stones in the ground have risen from vertical due to the crust fluctuations?

... No, there won't be.

I tried touching the stone, but it's like it's been there forever. It's been subjective, and it's at a limp temperature.

I often put the lights on my smartphone and checked it, it was a stone wall with blocks of stone stacked up like a ruin wall. Did an artificial building happen in an instant? More and more, I don't know why.

"Hey, the fluorescent lights aren't on, what's going on!

Such a scream from a student who seems to be turning on the light cutthroat prevented my thinking. "What's going on," everyone will want to hear.

And in the shit called life, nobody answers the important thing. I just have to figure it out myself.

I started the smartphone light app and lit up the area.

Because of the severe shaking, the desk was overthrown and the contents were scattered and it seems terrible. The locker is down, and the contents of this are popping up, too. Is this the fierce sound you just made?

Reflectively, I grabbed a mop of cleaning equipment falling on the floor. I don't know what it is, just in case.

I try to get out of the classroom with a teacher screaming for safety checks, or a classmate who's right and left on his ass, careful not to step on anything scattered on the floor.

Because somehow I felt the light leaking out of the hallway... but I tried to get out and I was stunned.

There was no corridor there, and cobblestone passages were formed. It's like an RPG (role-playing game) dungeon.

Of course, the walls are stacked with blocks of stone. Material with earlier. The feel of a rugged stone polished in time makes you feel the heaviness that lies only in the real cave.

The bright light I felt was a flame of pine light.

On the walls of the stone, they are struck with iron fittings, and on the fittings, pine lights are erected.

When I hold it in my hand, there's a cloth wrapped around the tip of a wooden stick. It's staining the cloth with something flammable, and that's why it's burning. Smells unique to smoke, I think it's pine fat, not artifacts.

Who... Neither the old iron fittings nor the still brand new pine lights exist unless someone puts them down.

The school hallway has been transformed into some sort of ruin, or a dungeon aisle. I gazed at the stone aisle and saw the lights of the pine lights.

I don't know who it is, but he's politely provided with proper lighting.

"Shinji-kun..."

"Did Setsuki come out too?"

Sekibi (Shishi Midori). In my Class One Year F Group, I'm a good boy student by calling him my only friend.

Even if you're dressed in stuffed collar student clothes, you can call yourself a beautiful boy with white skin and thin lines on a neutral neat face that you're likely to mistake for a girl.

Setsuki has bright dark hair that looks a little blue, stretched around her shoulders.

Thus, when you illuminate with the lights of the pine lights, the patchy, black-eyed iris appears green.

So maybe Bea was named like a woman.

It's usually a mild Setsuki, but I don't say it because that's all I get angry about when I call my name.

"That's a name like a woman..." If I were to tell Setsuki something, even the military would beat him up.

Regardless of my face, I won't say that because Seki's skinny arm is about to break.

"Makoto-kun came after me because he saw me leaving."

"You've noticed a lot in this darkness. My eyes are good nonetheless. Setsuki, let's take a look outside."

Take Setsuki and walk down the corridor, which has become cobbled.

A limp air, like a real dungeon.

Students also came out of the next class.

It's a face I don't know. Probably an E group student. Ignore it, go down the aisle.

There are six classes in a school year.

A, B, C, D, E, F are sorted according to the grade order of the entrance exam.

With boobs, F would be the best.

Unfortunately, Group F, where Setsuki and I are, has the lowest grades.

Our high school is one of the best further schools in the province, so even Group F isn't all that stupid.

Again, there is a strict thing called Hierarchy on campus, and Group F is overlooked.

Group F is a freakishly boiled class where there are some serious students like me, such as poor (and temperamental half-way people) who are also properly present in school, or those who are old because of circumstances.

Setsuki was born weak and he was also ill during the post-entrance class division test, he said. Otherwise, it would probably have been a higher class.

If you got caught up in some kind of anomaly, it would have been better if only Group F. When I took the pine lights and checked the cobblestone passages, they were properly aligned from Group A to Group F.

It's not like this is happening to the whole school, I wonder what's going on with the two or three year classrooms, the staff room, etc.

I don't think it means it's changed like a dungeon from school to school. Then it should have petrified the classroom as well as the hallway.

It's too big for some kind of flirtatious, there's too much inexplicable about making it an accident.

Perhaps it's more natural to assume that you teleported, as only the classroom was switched to the dungeon room.

Teleportation if you're psychic. If it's magic, metastasis or summons. This analogy is an unscientific extreme, but the phenomenon in front of me seems more reasonable to think of as magic.

Assuming you try to force yourself to think scientifically about this anomaly, you also have to assume that you are being sucked and hypnotized by special gases.

I also thought about the possibility that this was a real dream, a clear dream (dizziness), I tried to twist my cheeks and pick up stones and throw them, but there is pain and there is no change in the physical phenomenon.

"Setsuki, is there anything wrong with the laws of physics"

"I see. So you're assuming you're lost in the world of Virtual Reality or under mass hypnosis. Can you shake the pine lights to the side for a second?

As I walked, I shook the pine lights to the side to show them.

Setsuki smiled, tilting her little neck.

"From what I've seen, shaking is real, too. See, I'll throw a pebble... From the parabola, you can tell it's a big mess, but it's almost gravity with the Earth."

"Throw a pebble, can you tell gravity by that"

"Yeah, I like parabolas, and I have a good view, so I don't think I can go wrong"

... I don't really understand the idea of excellence because I like parabolas.

Setsuki is in the mathematics research department of the school, and even though she is a freshman, she has obtained a few more test levels.

I don't know how awesome the number one test is, but I'm pretty sure Setsuki has sober observation and mathematical talent.

They even won a tournament called the Mathematics Olympics to a good spot in the main race. It's limited to science and mathematics, but it's pretty good.

"That's right, Setsuki has an interesting idea. I didn't even think about the possibility that this isn't Earth."

"Yeah, I can't believe I warped on a different planet. I feel romantic, but you might have someone injured, so now's not the time."

RPG (role-playing game) says I'm a game lover, but if I imagine Setsuki doing this anomaly, do I interpret it like an SF deployment?

Our observer, our crazy... oh my god. Better still think of it as super-science (esf) or even magic (fantasy) than consider it.

So what is the cause of such a paranormal occurrence, and what is the purpose of it if the person who caused it was there?

That's not what I found out. It's better to deal with it realistically now than that.

I checked the classroom in turn, and finally I went through in front of group A and hit the wall. It seems to be over here, so when I tried to turn back the way I did, I met the person I least wanted to see.

I don't think so, I raise my voice.

"Wow..."

In the darkness, I could clearly see her outline lit by the pine lights, and I could tell who she was right away.

Glossy long dark hair with circular (crushed) eyes with double eyelids.

A neat and elegant face when you do it. The back length is slightly lower and more relaxed body, but the shaky grey pleated skirt and white sailor clothes look good on him.

Women's uniforms are white, so they stand out in the dark.

I decided I didn't realize it and tried to turn back as it was, but it was a waste of resistance.

"Ah, Wataru-kun! I'm glad you're okay. You came under me first. That's my destiny (soul mate)."

"Nobody's here to see you, virgin bitch."

virgin bitch, a year a group of vice classmates. It's Kumiko Kujo. I'm the only one who calls him Ada the bitch.

Kumiko is a better honor student in Group A, who keeps second place in the overall grade in grades. Besides, the lady from the Jiujo family, who has a good family. As you can see, she is also quite a pretty girl.

Even though I am a freshman, I am also a student council officer because I was asked to be that talented.

He's a celebrity with a good face even in the school year. He attends as a special student with both merit and talent.

A little too small is a negative point, but an idyllic face in a slender shape.

Many people like women who look beautiful and look clear like this, so Kumiko has a lot of fans in school.

From the outside, it would be the ideal heroine. But if you peel it off, Kumiko's contents are slutty female pigs.

I know Kumiko's nature as a clear lady from what happened, and I've been tangled up and attached to her ever since.

Kumiko's presence is wussy to the extent that she seemed really fortunate to have a different class, which comes together every time.

I love clear beautiful girls, but I refuse to bitches that get involved if I do.

"I was already scared of Kumiko."

"Shut up as soon as you can, you fucking bitch"

My protest is vain, and Kumiko has embraced my body as much as she wants. I felt warm body temperature and softness. Girls are the ones with a firm soft chest feel, even though you look thin and scarcely.

I've been pushing my chest deliberately against my arms, so maybe it's natural.

Pine light on my right hand and mop pattern on my left, but I'm left.

I have a pine light, so if you think it's dangerous and this one is quiet, put it on.

Kumiko approaches with her lips pointed as she raises her voice like a broken vacuum cleaner as she stays on track.

It's the limit of patience now.

"Hey, Kumiko. You gotta be kidding me... or I'll set you on fire and burn you."

"No, seriously, don't be angry, I'm not kidding. Exactly. I'm not kidding myself at a time like this."

At a time like this, at the stage of joking, I'm totally kidding.

Can't you tell this virgin bitch?

"So, Wataru, how do you interpret this phenomenon?"

"Right...... After the earthquake, we walked down the aisle from Group F to Group A. This one stops at the wall. The other side of Group F had further ahead. That's all I know for sure."

"Then you have to go that way."

"You know what, just in case, I ask, how was the A-group window?"

It was blocked by stone.

"Then I guess that means that's the only way. Probably."

The lady from Jiu-jo is just outstanding. I've already confirmed what I need to look into, and we're talking fast.

I guess he followed more or less the same thought route as us and came out of the classroom.

"Well, let's get going!

"You... you really want to die putting your arms together and crushing my arm in this situation or something"

When I was angry, Kumiko pointed her lips with a swollen face, reluctantly releasing the arms she had put together. Don't feel bad about the picnic.

There are already chills, students coming out of the classroom. After all, I guess that means every classroom is blocked with windows in stone walls.

But it's unusual for Kumiko, who usually cares if she wears a cat and does someone else's eyes, to shrug around so much in public and ask for skin.

I'm just deliberately showing it away, I guess I'm actually anxious to be this guy.

That's just a wussai, though.

Setsuki and I are watching Kumiko hang out.

In a situation where my hands were blocked, meeting Kumiko Kyujo was a real mystery. I should have just gotten to the other side without checking up to Group A.

I can only tell you that it's over.

Turning back the way I came, it seemed that the teachers were gathered to discuss good aftermath measures. If we move around on our own, they won't pay attention. They're discussing it with a serious face, they're not that close.

I couldn't help but rely on an adult in this situation, so I went down the aisle ahead of Group F. to let it go on its own.

At the end of the aisle, it was a large cobblestone hall.

Although not particularly different, the number of pine lights is high and bright. I spoke to Setsuki, who tried to move ahead without making a creation.

"Wait, Seki. Don't go so far Zunzun."

"But you're going."

"I'm telling you to proceed with caution. In a place like this, if all of a sudden the road widens, be careful."

"Like RPG, you mean there's traps and monsters coming out?

Setsuki said in a slightly sloppy tone, but he wasn't laughing at all. I see fear in my trembling mouth.

Monster in the trap, from the current situation, I'm not kidding at all.

"Even though there are three of them, there is one pine light in one mop? Don't feel comfortable with your bare hands, go back again and look for something to weaponize you"

"Hey, Makoto-kun. You gotta be kidding me."

Seki seems to have started to scare herself.

I can't help it at all.

"Setsuki, you're observant, so look closely. Monsters know traps anyway."

"Well, I guess I'm curious."

At the tip of Setsuki's finger, the lines in the cobblestone appear thin. Just around the left edge from the center of the hall?

I couldn't see without being told, too, I noticed a lot in the thin lights of the pine lights.

"Don't rely on the sharpness of Seki's survey. All right, let's stick around with a mop."

"What, let's stop it. It's dangerous!"

Wataru-kun, I'll do it.

Now he took the mop from my hand and touched Kumiko at the end of the pattern on the cobblestone where the trap seemed.

When Kumiko is aggressive, he is capable of acting. There was no time to stop.

Hurry and look around. If the trap is switched on, it doesn't necessarily activate to that location.

Somewhere else, something could happen.

In front of us, there was some noise of chatter.