The situation was becoming increasingly dire. Alice Scarlet found herself kneeling on the ground, her once beautiful and fair face now streaked with water droplets. The intensity of the recent battle had left her visibly shaken. The blinding light from Kenzo's sword had disoriented her, but she refused to forget her duty even in her dazed state.With a determined shout, she called out to her allies, "Beta formation!" Her voice, though strained, carried a note of authority and desperation. When the command left her lips, a coordinated barrage of attacks from mages and archers lit up the sky. The array of colors from the magical spells and arrows created a spectacular display. Under different circumstances, one might have mistaken it for a grand fireworks show at a summer festival.The vibrant colors illuminated the battlefield, casting an eerie glow on the chaotic scene below. Each spell and arrow was aimed precisely to overwhelm and outmaneuver Kenzo. Alice had put her faith in this
Like lying at the bottom of a deep ocean, a cold, dark sensation swiftly infiltrated his mind. In that brief moment, the entire space around Kenzo seemed to undergo desertification thousands of times. Albert, Alice, Ryan, and the three Azure sisters quickly vanished, followed by hundreds of other students. The building and the surrounding trees were the last to disappear completely.A whirlwind with golden-red edges appeared in the blink of an eye, destroying everything else. As the remnants of the ultimate technique faded away, a blood-soaked battlefield gradually came into view. Despair and silence coexisted in that space."Only five... no, six people left..." His face wrinkled as he corrected himself, indicating something was not right. Only one small group had managed to survive the recent cataclysmic attack. His expression of confusion and unease spread through the group like wildfire, heightening the already palpable sense of dread.They soared through the air, their makeshift
Even the genius with an IQ of 219 remained silent. It wasn't because he didn't know the answer; he didn't want to believe it was true. The realization was too frightening to accept, too monstrous to admit."I think either that person is invisible... or they're right beneath us..." His voice, usually so calm and confident, trembled slightly under the weight of his words. "And unfortunately, I lean towards the latter hypothesis... Esther."The implications of his statement sent a shiver down everyone's spine, casting a palpable silence over the group. Sweat began to pour down Esther's forehead like a waterfall, each drop a testament to her mounting fear. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears as if to underscore the gravity of the situation. She felt a chill run down her spine, the icy fingers of dread creeping into her core.Slowly, with every movement filled with trepidation, Esther began to lean her head out of the aircraft. The wind whipped past her face, bu
But what if their fate isn't as simple as death? What if they are trapped in another nightmare instead? Indeed, the demonic aura here has such a terrifying effect. This energy, known as Dark Magic, is banned due to its vile nature and ability to plunge dreamers into an eternal nightmare while simultaneously causing their bodies to decay slowly over time. The very essence of this dark energy tainted the air itself, making it feel heavier and more challenging to breathe.He moved swiftly, clambering into the engine room with urgency. His footsteps echoed in the dimly lit space, creating an eerie atmosphere. Inside, Esther found herself face-to-face with the bizarre creature. Her legs had become so paralyzed that she could no longer stand. As the creature advanced, inch by menacing inch, she felt her panic rising. Each step it took seemed to resonate with a sinister intent, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly malice."Stay away from me! A demon like you has no right to approach a nob
"Amemura?! What are you doing here? And where is White?" Kenzo's voice was sharp, tinged with urgency and concern as he scanned the dimly lit, chaotic area for any signs of his missing student. His eyes, fierce and vigilant, darted from shadow to shadow, seeking any hint of movement."Sir," Amemura began, his voice shaky, barely a whisper, and his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and sorrow. "He's been killed by this demon... I was hiding, trying to find an opportunity to kill it, but I'm too weak to do anything," he admitted, frustration and self-reproach evident in his trembling tone. His helplessness was palpable, and he could barely meet Kenzo's intense gaze.Kenzo's expression softened momentarily, understanding the heavy burden Amemura was carrying. "It's alright..." he said gently, though his heart ached at the loss of another student. A fleeting look of pain crossed his face, a shadow of regret for not being there sooner. But he knew now was not the time for self-recrimina
The sword hanging at his side gleamed brightly once more before he sprang into action. Instantly, he launched himself at the demon, his movements a blur of speed and precision. His blade sliced through the air with a whistle; each swings a perfect arc of lethal intent. He attacked relentlessly, his strikes a flurry of silver flashes coming from all directions simultaneously. Each blow landed with a resounding impact, causing the demon to stagger and reel. The creature was utterly overwhelmed, its attempts to defend itself futile against the sheer intensity of the onslaught.Despite being driven back, the demon's eyes burned with a fierce determination. It was not ready to accept defeat. Summoning the depths of its sinister Mana, the demon let out a guttural roar that shook the air. The dark energy coalesced around it, pulsating with a palpable malevolence. Then, with a force that seemed to rend the very fabric of reality, the demon detonated itself in a massive explosion. The blast
"Wait for me a moment," Ryoshu called out, his voice steady and commanding.In his hands, he clutched three bows of varying designs, each bearing unique marks of craftsmanship and a spear that gleamed ominously in the fading light. These weapons were not his own; he had scavenged them from the battlefield moments ago. The skirmish had left the ground strewn with the remnants of combat—broken shields, shattered blades, and discarded bows. Ryoshu had moved swiftly through the chaos, his eyes scanning for anything valuable amidst the debris.He couldn't help but smirk as he thought, 'The rules don't forbid using other people's weapons, right? Haha.'Exploiting this loophole amused him, and he relished the thought of turning his spoils into an advantage.Determined and persistent, Ryoshu could have spent more time."Fumiya," he called out with unwavering authority. His voice echoed slightly in the still air, summoning his loyal companion."I know you can do this. Swallow these three bows
'But a regular arrow is too weak... and I can't use Mana to conceal my true strength... So, I will-'Ryoshu's mind raced as he considered his options. A standard arrow wouldn't suffice against his formidable opponent, especially under the constraint of not using Mana to mask his true abilities. He needed something far more powerful to ensure success. His eyes flicked to the spear he had picked up from the battlefield earlier. Its length was imposing, and its weight substantial, crafted from dark, dense metal. The spear's air of raw power and potential immediately drew his focus.With a decisive move, he summoned the spear into his hand. The cool metal felt solid and reassuring. Determined to utilize every possible advantage to maximize his damage output, Ryoshu carefully fitted the spear into the bow. He adjusted it meticulously, ensuring it was perfectly aligned for the shot he was about to take. The spear's heft made the bow creak slightly under the added weight, but Ryoshu knew i
Charlotte's sigh was heavy with the weight of her disappointment. Her eyes locked onto the paper she held, searching for hidden meaning in the inked numbers. The quiet room seemed to echo with her despondence. Her brows knitted together, and her lips pursed in a faint frown. "I only got 200 points... so I'm ranked 13th," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, each word laced with a palpable sense of frustration and regret. "Katia got 235 points and is ranked 11th."Ever attentive to his friend's emotions, Haruki moved closer, his expression softening with empathy. His blue hair fell into his eyes as he leaned in, a small, comforting smile on his lips. "You both were so close, weren't you?" he said, his tone gentle and encouraging. "If it hadn't been for those demon worshippers at the end, our whole group would have made it into the top 10.Charlotte's gaze shifted from the paper to Haruki, her mind replaying the chaotic events of the competition's final moments. Her brow f
"What on earth is going on?" he muttered, utterly bewildered by the sight before him. The scene was so unexpected that it left him momentarily stunned. Although he lacked the courage to step inside, his curiosity got the better of him, and he cautiously peered in. Just at the entrance of the dormitory, Haruki and Charlotte were deeply engrossed in an unusually intimate conversation, their heads close together, sharing words he couldn't quite hear."They look so close... why does this scene seem so familiar?" he thought, a profound sense of déjà vu washing over him. The familiarity was unsettling. "This is the scene right after that cold, unfeeling guy Midnight—supposed to be a Star student—challenges the academy."Reflecting further, he realized, "Because I've temporarily taken his place, now everything is unfolding as it should... according to the script of the game Rainfall Disorder."As he stood there, lost in his thoughts and trying to piece everything together, a group of other
"See you later... but... next time, please don't pull on someone else's shirt like that..."At that precise moment, it seemed that the petite angelic girl had just realized she was clutching the hem of Ryoshu's shirt. Her eyes widened in sudden awareness, and she quickly let go as if the fabric had burned her fingers. What stood out most in this scene was the incredible proximity of their heads. Their faces were so close that even the slightest movement could have resulted in an undeniably awkward situation, almost as if the air between them had thickened with tension.Ryoshu's mind raced, struggling to process the sudden nearness. The image of a tomato was the only thing he could conjure to describe Luna's face, which had flushed a vibrant, almost luminous shade of red. Her cheeks seemed to glow with embarrassment, and he could practically feel the heat radiating from her skin.This moment was incredibly challenging for someone like Ryoshu, who was acutely sensitive and easily flust
"Instead of paying for tuition right away, I'll invest in the shares of potential guilds with promising futures," he mused aloud, his eyes shimmering with a glint of ambition. Securing financial growth through guild investments excited him; it seemed a wise move in a world where connections and wealth often determined one's success. "And if I gather enough goods, I might even consider starting a small business in the Trading Guild."The thought filled him with a sense of purpose and hope. He could already see the possibilities unfold before him—ventures that would bring wealth and establish his reputation in the bustling city. Money, he understood, was not merely a tool for survival but a powerful key to opening doors to numerous opportunities and connections.In the quieter corners of his mind, the stark reality of his ambitions loomed large. "In the future, the amount of money I'll need is no small sum," he murmured, his tone shifting to one of sober reflection. Supporting the ta
Upon hearing the alarming beep of the error sound, the saleswoman immediately hurried over. Her steps were quick and purposeful, a clear indication of her concern. As she approached, she leaned closer to the counter, her eyes searching for the source of the problem, and asked, "Are you out of money, dear?"The young man, visibly flustered, responded with a slight tremble, "No... please wait a moment. It seems there might be an error." His fingers moved swiftly over the device, trying to troubleshoot the issue with an almost palpable urgency. Sweat began to form on his brow as he frantically tried to resolve the situation.Standing right beside Ryoshu, the saleswoman scrutinized him with a look that betrayed her suspicion. Her eyebrows knitted together, and her lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to decipher what was going wrong. Her eyes darted between Ryoshu and the device, seeking any clue that might explain the unexpected error.Ryoshu felt the weight of her gaze bearing do
"Ryoshu... What are you looking at out there?" Charlotte called out to him, her voice tinged with concern after he had been silent for an unusually long time.Startled from his thoughts, Ryoshu turned towards them, his face pale and eyes wide as if he had just seen a ghost. The unsettling expression made both Charlotte and Haruki exchange worried glances.'Could it be... these two?' Ryoshu wondered internally, his mind racing. 'Is it because they know me or because they are actively engaging with me? If that's the case... I need to come up with a plan quickly. These scenes are making me sick!!!'Desperately trying to compose himself, Ryoshu quickly blurted out, "Oh, um... I saw a white cat passing by, but it's nothing special." He cringed inwardly, realizing it was one of the lamest excuses he had ever concocted.Charlotte raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued but not fully satisfied. "A white cat, you say?""Yeah," Ryoshu stammered, nodding a bit too vigorously. "It just caught my
"Wow, looking over this list again, it's clear just how impressive Amemura is. He scored an incredible 600 points, outpacing Midnight by a substantial margin of 100 points!"Ryoshu'sRyoshu's friend exclaimed, eyes wide with amazement as they reviewed the freshly printed results. The numbers were still crisp on the page, highlighting Amemura's name at the top with a bold score beside it. Ryoshu, however, seemed preoccupied as he fumbled with a newspaper he had just picked up."This... just came out... I didn't have a chance to hear the scores earlier, but... it doesn't," Ryoshu muttered, his voice trailing off as he opened the newspaper. He was soon engrossed, his eyes moving methodically across the columns of text. Despite his initial nonchalance, he found himself compelled to read each word meticulously. A sense of helplessness washed over him as he realized he had no choice but to absorb every detail. The weight of the information bore down on him, making him feel like he was being
"Well, I only got 200 points, so I'm ranked 13th. But Katia got 235 points and is ranked 11th," Charlotte sighed, her eyes scanning the paper in her hand with a mix of disappointment and resignation.Seeing the sadness on his friend's face, Haruki felt a pang of empathy and immediately sought to comfort her. His voice was gentle yet filled with a determination to lift her spirits."Both of you were so close, weren't you? If it hadn't been for those demon worshippers causing trouble at the end, our whole group might have made it into the top 10," he said, trying to inject positivity into the situation.Charlotte nodded slightly, appreciating his effort but still feeling the sting of their narrow miss. "I'm not so sure about that... but we should still celebrate the 2... no, now 3 of us who made it into the top 10! Maybe we could go out for dinner tonight... have a little party or something?"As she spoke, Charlotte absentmindedly twirled a lock of her shiny golden hair around her finge
They walked through it unharmed, and not only that, they managed to carry on a lively conversation, smiling as if they were taking a casual stroll. The air was filled with their laughter and light-hearted banter, starkly contrasting the tense situation at hand. "Do you think we'll be alright?" one of them asked, their voice tinged with curiosity and concern.Ryoshu's mind was racing. He vividly remembered the second scene, every detail etched into his memory, and knew he had to act swiftly. The weight of urgency pressed down on him, his thoughts a chaotic whirl as he considered the implications. "I hope the scene hasn't progressed too far… I need to hurry…" he muttered under his breath, feeling the pressure mount. Without wasting another moment, he took a deep breath and plunged into the invisible curtain that separated him from his goal.The instant he entered, an eerie sensation washed over him. Once responsive and under his control, his body began to betray him. It was as if an u