"Why don't you drink this, Kyle?" "Why... why are you doing this to me!?" "Isn't it obvious? You're a Lowborn dickhead." Kyle was once again on the floor of the lavatory-the familiar sncll of sulfur and ammonia, piercing his nose, but then again, it wasn't familiar back then. He wanted to lift his head, but every time, a foot stepped on his head to bring him back to the dirty floor. "Drink it. Don't worry, we boiled it so it's clean." "..." The only thing that Kyle could really do was watch as Rex spat on a glass filled with every dirty thing that one could find inside the school.. and the lavatory. "Drink it or we'll break your bones." "W... what?" Kyle could only hear the sound of his own heart as the glass was placed in front of his face-the smell, almost causing his stomach to implode there and then. "Oh, don't vomit.. or we'll make you drink that as welI." "Please.. please stop doing this," Kyle begged, but it seemed they liked it even more as they lifted him up

No knife. Words that Kyle most probably did not want to hear with his current predicament. He subtly started scanning the floor if maybe it fell down somewhere, but the only thing he could see dropping beneath his feet was the blood dripping from his right arm, as well as the blood of the Arachne that sprayed on him like a fountain. "..." Kyle then turned his eye to the arachne in front of him, before carefully glancing at the one behind him. And with the way they were just standing there, it would seem he wasn't the only one that was aloof-their seemingly lifeless eyes, squinting as they watched his every movement. Were they wary of him because he was covered in the blood of their kin? Although the intelligence of these spiderladies was obviously lower than that of Arachnea, they should still have enough brains to recognize him as a threat. But the thing is, Kyle wasn't exactly a threat right now. Kyle then very carefuly looked down the window, and as soon as he saw several a

"..You again?" "Eh?" Kyle and the girl stared at cach other for a few seconds, both seemingly confused but for different reasons-Kyle thought the girl would have been out of the building by now, as for the girl, she definitely thought she would be dying here today. "Have you seen Katherine? Dr. Halsey?" "Huh?" "Dr. Halsey, have you seen her?" She still seemed visibly stunned, unable to really say aything as she just stared at the dead arachne in front of her. "..." Kyle could really only wait for her to recover from the stupor she found herself in. He started looking around to see if there was anyone else there, but the only thing he could see were three other arachne blocking the way down to the ground floor-all dead. And judging by the dozens of familiar-looking knives pierced through each of them which made them look like a group of porcupines, they were killed by none other than the shriveling girl with her butt on the floor. They did say these Arachnes were of the lowest

"...Full Recovery." "..." "Full Recovery." "Full Recovery... Full Recovery." Kyle no longer knew how many times he had uttered those words-no, he wasn't even aware that it was escaping his lips. [Full Recovery] truly is a useful skill, the ability to instantly rccharge yourself and basically have unlimited stamina will always prove to be indispensable in a battle. There was, however, one thing that the Full Recovery skill did not recover and that was mental exhaustion. A minute. An hour. Maybe an entire day? Of course, Kyle knew it was impossible that a day had passed. He was just feeling it-like he was in some sort of trance, a lucid dream where he wakes up from time to time to see a never-ending vision of violence. He was blacking out, and each time his vision clears, he sees his hand swinging toward an Arachne's neck. He wasn't even thinking anymore. It was like he was a spectator of his own body-he was still in control, but it was more akin to someone control

"..Who the fuck are you?" Imagine being caught masturbating by your own mother? Kyle doesn't know that feeling-but for some reason, it felt like that. He wasn't doing anything, not really. But since there was a pretty, short-haired girl currently on top of him, it felt like he was doing something. Wrong But then again, Samantha was indeed about to do something. And while Kyle's mind was once again lost in its own world, Samantha and Katherine just stared at each other, with the twitching of Katherine's eyes getting faster and faster by the second. "S..sorry but after a few more seconds, Samantha quickly jumped off the bed; fixing her skirt and hair as she moved to the side, "There.. there was something on his shirt so I was just trying to get it of." "..Right." Katherine squinted her eyes as her head nodded slowiy, "And were you trying to get it off with your mouth?" "That's-wait, who are you?" Sam also squinted her eyes as she started looking at Katherine from head to toe