Saeko Busujima: “Sixty points is already a lot. I only got fifty-eight. Though… it doesn’t seem like I have any abilities I can strengthen.”
This Lady: “Waaah, I only got sixty too.”
Goddess of Water: “Why did I only get ten points? I’m a water goddess!”
Apple Pie: “@Adrian, can you tell us who created this chat group?”
Adrian: “I was invited in and then appointed as an admin. As for the group owner, I’ve never seen them.”
Saeko Busujima: “A mysterious being creating a chat group that connects countless worlds… that’s certainly an interesting idea. But how can we be sure we aren’t all from the same world?”
No one answered.
Clearly, everyone was wondering the same thing.
After thinking for a while, Adrian finally spoke.
Adrian: “I do know some basic information.”
Adrian: “Saeko Busujima, student at Fujimi Academy on Earth. Exusiai, a Lateran from Terra and an employee of Penguin Logistics. Aqua… an idiot goddess.” 😏
Adrian: “As for you, @This Lady… honestly, you look a lot like March 7th, but I’m not completely certain.”
This Lady: “Hey, hey, hey! I am March 7th! Are you saying I’m famous in other worlds too?”
Adrian: “I might be a special case. March 7th is a passenger aboard the Astral Express and one of the Nameless. You could say you’re someone who pioneers the universe.”
Adrian: “That’s all I’m saying. Don’t ask where I got the information from. It’s complicated, and I don’t feel like explaining. Decide for yourselves whether it’s true.”
The moment he finished speaking, Adrian vanished from the chat.
What, stay behind and let them bombard him with questions?
There was no way he could tell them they were anime and game characters he’d watched and played.
🤫
He couldn’t be bothered explaining something like that.
Revealing a little information was enough.
People deserved some privacy, after all.
If someone suddenly walked up to you and said, “I know everything about you,” wouldn’t that be creepy?
More importantly…
Who knew whether their worlds were actually identical to the versions shown in anime and games?
Better to say less and avoid making mistakes.
Right now, he was more concerned about his own world.
For example…
How exactly was he supposed to eliminate all the evil spirits?
After killing countless spirits, he understood one thing very clearly:
They were impossible to wipe out.
😰
Every spirit he killed counted as interfering with the apocalypse, which earned him points.
That was why he’d worked so hard hunting them.
And precisely because he’d killed so many, he knew the truth.
The spirits never stopped appearing.
He had cleared this area over and over again, yet new spirits always emerged.
Well…
That was a problem with no solution.
“Forget it. Time for bed.”
When you run into a problem you can’t solve, lying flat and ignoring it isn’t the worst strategy.
“How weird. I can’t tell anyone about the Apocalypse Chat Group.”
March 7th rested her chin on her hands, looking troubled.
She wanted to tell everyone about it, but no matter what method she tried, the words simply wouldn’t come out.
🤐
Exusiai was experiencing the same thing.
“Exusiai, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting really strange today.”
Croissant poked her in the waist.
“I…”
Exusiai started to speak, then stopped.
Then tried again.
Then stopped again.
Finally, she collapsed onto the sofa like a deflated balloon.
Having a secret she couldn’t share was torture.
Everyone else was conducting their own tests in their own ways.
Meanwhile, Adrian slept soundly until morning.
He got up and got dressed.
Brushed his teeth and washed up.
Boiled an egg.
Drank a cup of hot milk.
Then leisurely headed off to school.
Sobu High School.
Class 2-1.
His classroom.
“Yahallo, Mr. Adrian!”
The moment he sat down, his deskmate, Yui Yuigahama, greeted him cheerfully.
“Yahallo, Yui.”
By now, he was used to responding the same way.
“Hehe.”
Yui grinned happily.
Starting the day by greeting Adrian was one of her favorite parts of every morning.
Poke.
Poke.
Someone jabbed him twice from behind.
“What is it, Megumi?”
Adrian turned around and looked at the bob-haired girl behind him, Kato Megumi.
Megumi didn’t react at all to him casually calling her by her first name.
Pointing with the tip of her pen toward the back-right corner of the classroom, she spoke quietly in her usual flat tone.
“Someone’s been staring at you.”
“Hm?”
Following the direction she indicated, he looked over.
“!!!”
The gaze fixed on him instantly darted away in panic.
“Oh.”
It was Yukino Yukinoshita.
The moment their eyes met, her ears and cheeks flushed red without her even realizing it.
😳
Yesterday’s scene immediately resurfaced in her mind.
“What did you do to Miss Yukinoshita?” 🤨
Although it was phrased as a question, Megumi’s expressionless face showed no actual curiosity.
“Nothing. We just happened to run into each other yesterday.”
Then, instead of continuing to look at Yukino, he turned back and complimented Megumi.
“The hairpin you’re wearing today is really pretty.” 😎
“I don’t think it’s any different from usual. Oh, the teacher’s here.”
Megumi pointed toward the classroom door.
Adrian immediately turned around.
After all, he was a law-abiding citizen and a model student who followed school rules.
Once Adrian faced forward again, Megumi reached up and lightly touched the pink hairpin in her hair.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
Mr. Adrian always notices me.
🥰
“…..”