April.
Tokyo.
Private Toyogasaki Academy.
Sato Yuto stood at the school gate, looking at the cherry blossom trees swaying in the wind before him, his expression filled with emotion.
“So I’ll be spending all three years of high school here, huh.”
In truth, Yuto did not originally belong to this world.
He was a transmigrator.
One month ago, after waking up from sleep, he had found himself transported into this mixed anime world of daily-life series.
On top of that, he had even been accepted into Toyogasaki Academy.
He was still himself, both physically and mentally, only a different name.
Also, his physical condition had returned to that of a teenager.
A 1.8-meter-tall high schooler with black hair and dark eyes, who looks perfectly ordinary in uniform but hides a beast of a physique underneath.
The world he lived in had also changed.
In his junior high graduation photo, one of his classmates was a petite blonde girl with twin tails.
His next-door neighbor was named Kazusa Touma.
She was a beautiful girl with long, jet-black hair, a tall model-like figure, and a proud, rebellious personality.
Not to mention, among the juniors he had known in the club he once joined… They were all characters he had been so familiar with from watching anime in his previous life that he could not possibly forget them.
He had to admit it.
The twists and turns of life really were strange.
Fortunately, Yuto was someone who could adapt to circumstances.
After a month of adjusting, he had gradually begun to blend into this world.
Drawing back his complicated thoughts, he soon parked his bicycle and arrived at his class: First Year Class A.
Perhaps because school had only just started, the classroom was extremely noisy.
Boys and girls in school uniforms chattered with one another, seemingly filled with endless energy.
Yuto casually found an empty seat near the window and sat down, surveying the people in the classroom.
As expected.
They were all very familiar faces.
In the front row, a black-haired beauty with long straight hair was boredly flipping through a book.
She was tall, graceful, and refined, with a pair of shapely long legs wrapped in black stockings, exuding an elegant and alluring charm.
And seated directly in front of him was a girl with an extremely cold aura.
She had a proper and graceful appearance, delicate features, fair translucent skin, pink lips of just the right size, black hair falling past her shoulders, and an impeccable face.
Every movement she made carried the bearing of an honors student—or perhaps even a noble princess—making her seem completely out of place among the people around her.
“Tch.
In the front row is the black-stockinged, long-legged Kasumigaoka Utaha.
And sitting in front of me is the second daughter of the Yukinoshita family, Yukinoshita Yukino… This kind of opening is really…”
Yuto blinked.
Wasn’t this exactly the feeling of youthful daily life?
But in the very next second…
A cold mechanical voice suddenly rang beside his ear.
[Main God Space]
[The Death Game is about to begin.
Ten-second countdown commencing…]
[10… 9… 8… 3… 2… 1!]
“?!”
…
Cold.
Hard.
Yuto jolted awake and sat up.
When he opened his eyes again, he discovered that he had arrived in an unfamiliar classroom.
It was still a classroom.
But it was no longer the classroom of First Year Class A.
In front of him, overturned desks and chairs were piled up in chaos.
The surrounding walls were covered with messy graffiti in all kinds of colors.
A large number of lecterns and desks had been haphazardly stacked up at the door.
It looked like a makeshift barricade, sealing off every exit.
On the blackboard, several dried bloody handprints still remained, making anyone who looked at them feel a chill down their spine.
Rustle, rustle…
Just as Yuto was carefully observing his surroundings, a faint sound suddenly came from behind him.
He turned around and saw Kasumigaoka Utaha also sitting on the floor, staring blankly at him.
A tantalizing glimpse of legs wrapped in silky black stockings, revealed by her tangled skirts, caught his eye—an entirely alluring view.
Utaha’s gaze was undoubtedly filled with extreme shock as she looked around her surroundings..
“What on earth is going on?”
Before Yuto could look away from the alluring sight, Utaha noticed his gaze, and her expression changed instantly, revealing a look of disgust.
The black-haired literary girl quickly reached out to cover the hem of her pleated skirt.
Her alluring long legs in black stockings also swiftly curled up, concealing the hidden view beneath.
“Pervert.”
“?”
“Huh, how am I supposed to be a pervert when it’s your fault!?”
Yuto froze, then turned away in displeasure.
His impression of Kasumigaoka Utaha plummeted instantly.
But at this moment, he had no time to explain anything.
He looked around his surroundings.
More and more people were continuously being transported into this strange sealed classroom.
There were even familiar faces from his own class.
But there were even more unfamiliar faces.
Judging by their uniforms alone, it was impossible to tell which school they came from.
However, without exception, all of the people who had been transported here appeared to be high school students of roughly the same age.
Before long, the entire classroom was filled with a total of twenty-two people.
After a brief moment of shock, everyone began searching for a way to leave this place.
The surroundings instantly grew noisy.
“Damn it, what the hell is going on?”
“Do you know who I am?
I’m the son of the chairman of the Yamato Group!”
“Whether this is a prank or some hidden-camera show, you’ve pissed me off!
Let me the hell out!”
“Damn it!
Who’s pretending to be a ghost?
Come out!”
“Is this a kidnapping?”
“Waaah… Mom, Dad, I’m scared…”
After suddenly arriving in an unfamiliar environment, the people here felt nothing but confusion and anger.
Some timid girls, overwhelmed by panic and helplessness, even began to cry.
“Shit, the doors and windows are all nailed shut.
Can we try getting out through the ventilation shaft?”
A boy wearing glasses tried standing on tiptoe, reaching toward the exhaust fan on the ceiling.
But the moment his fingertips touched the grille, he was burned and immediately pulled his hand back, nearly falling to the ground.
At some point…
All the vents had begun glowing with an eerie red light, their temperature frighteningly hot.
“My phone!
My phone still works!”
At that moment, a girl with twin tails suddenly shouted.
Everyone immediately gathered around her, only to see her trembling as she swiped open the screen.
“No signal… even the signal icon disappeared?!”
“Damn it, mine too!”
“This doesn’t seem like some prank or hidden-camera show…”
Hayama Hayato remained silent, frowning as he surveyed the surrounding environment.
There were too few clues.
He could not make any deductions.
“…”
Beside him, Tobe Kakeru nervously clenched his fists, his gaze darting around from time to time, as if he had been badly shaken by the sudden turn of events.
Everyone talked over one another.
For the moment, none of them had any good ideas.
Just as they gradually grew more anxious, the blackboard on the lectern suddenly let out a soft creaking sound.
A piece of pure white chalk automatically popped out of the chalk box and began moving rapidly across the blackboard.
Under everyone’s dumbfounded gazes, clear lines of writing quickly appeared.
[Welcome to the Death Game.
Players, please carefully read the mission rules.]
[1.
Since all players present are newcomers, this scenario is set as a newcomer trial field.]
[2.
Complete missions to obtain game points.]
[3.
Points obtained in this game may be used to exchange for items or to strengthen the player’s physical attributes.
As the trials continue to progress, the difficulty of each round will also increase accordingly.]
[4.
Each trial has its own corresponding game rules.
All players must obey the rules.
Violators will be erased.
Example: It is forbidden to reveal the existence of the “Death Game” to the natives of the instance.]
[5.
Since none of the players in this instance currently possess any game points, this game will provide basic weapons to assist all players in completing the game.
All current players will automatically overdraw 10 points.]
[Main Mission: Survive for 30 days.]
[This trial mission is a beginner survival mode.]
[Instance Name: “Left 4 Dead” — Zombie Apocalypse.]
[Reward for completing the main mission: 1,000 points.
Additional reward: ???]
[Side missions exist in this instance world.
Players must discover them on their own.]
[Friendly Reminder: Newcomer protection will end in 10 minutes.]
[Silently recite “Personal Panel” in your mind to view your personal information, mission details, and so on…]
“!!!”
At the final line, the writing came to an abrupt stop.
The chalk fell to the ground with a clack.
The previously noisy environment instantly fell silent.
Everyone stared fixedly at the words on the blackboard.
Their breathing grew rapid, and their hearts began pounding faster.
“Personal Panel!”
Yuto took a deep breath.
Now was not the time to give up in despair.
He had to gather information as quickly as possible.
In the next instant…
A semi-transparent illusory panel appeared before his eyes.
[Player Name]: Sato Yuto
[Personal Title]: None
[Constitution]: 1.2
[Strength]: 1.1
[Agility]: 1.1
[Perception]: 1.0
[Spirit]: 1.3
[The average value of a normal ordinary person is 1.]
[Skills: None]
[Equipment: None]
[Attribute Points: None]
…
“…”
After reading the list, Yuto could not help raising his brows.
Perhaps because he was a transmigrator, his Spirit attribute was quite good.
As for his other personal values, they were all fairly average.
“Speaking of which, shouldn’t my cheat have arrived by now?”
His gaze shifted slightly.
His eyes locked onto the palm of his right hand.
There, a swirling black rune was slowly condensing in his palm.
Just now, Yuto had already confirmed it.
Aside from himself, no one else could see this black rune.
After waiting for a long time, the black rune finally finished loading.
Pitch-black smoke scattered continuously through the air.
Then it condensed once more on the back of his hand.
[Basic Marksmanship: 0/10]
“?!”
Suddenly, a realization immediately rose in Yuto’s heart.
The function of the black rune was very simple and direct.
As long as he worked hard to increase proficiency, he could continuously improve his skills.
As for why he knew how to use guns, that had to do with his experiences in his previous life.
[Beginning distribution of beginner weapons now…]
…
After the final person finished reading the contents on the blackboard, the chalk writing on it automatically disappeared.
On the lectern, an entire wall began retracting inward, producing a continuous series of clicking sounds.
A moment later…
The entire wall slowly began to flip around.
Under everyone’s astonished gazes, the wall was actually densely packed with modern firearms and cold weapons.
The cold guns gleamed with a deep, chilling light.
They gave off an intense visual impact.
Everyone present lived in a peaceful society.
When had they ever seen the “real murder weapon” before?
One by one, their eyes widened, and they froze on the spot.
While the others were still stunned, Yuto had already walked directly to the weapon wall and begun selecting weapons.
Because of his past experiences, he was no stranger to modern firearms.
M4A1, AK-74M, FN FAL, MP5 submachine gun, Thompson M1928, P90 submachine gun, Remington 870, fragmentation grenades, Claymore mines, various types of pistols, incendiary bombs…
After thinking it over carefully, Yuto quickly began choosing.
He took down a classic AK-series assault rifle.
He mounted the military suppressor beside it onto the muzzle, then loaded a drum magazine packed full of bullets with a click.
Immediately afterward, he selected a lightweight camouflage stab-resistant vest from the weapon wall.
A silver-gray Colt Python with an eight-inch barrel.
A Beretta M9 loaded with a detachable fifteen-round magazine.
A Nepalese kukri knife that emitted a calm metallic sheen.
And several Claymore mines, smoke grenades, flashbangs…
The moment he touched these weapons, the panel formed by the black rune changed again.
[Basic Swordsmanship: 0/10]
[Hot Weapons Beginner: 0/10]
“This…?”
Seeing Yuto rapidly arm himself from head to toe, the expressions on everyone’s faces changed.
“This guy… why did he choose so fast?”
“Looking at how skilled he is… could he be a military otaku?”
“Hey bro, can you help me pick one too?”
“Bro, let’s team up!”
After a brief pause, everyone crowded around him.
They wanted to seek advice from this “military expert” and pick suitable weapons.
Seeing this, Hayama Hayato frowned and pushed his way into the crowd, then loudly said to everyone:
“Everyone, time is limited.
Please don’t crowd around!”
“Let’s not make things difficult for this student!”
But clearly…
Not many people cared about what Hayama said.
Although Hayama Hayato had decent social skills, not everyone present was a student of Toyogasaki Academy.
Looking at the noisy, clamoring crowd, Yuto gradually grew impatient.
Bang!
A deafening gunshot interrupted the crowd swarming around him.
This sudden scene made everyone instinctively shrink back.
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