Chapter 1: Hallucination

Moonlight Middle School.

The weather is clear and sunny.

"Jeremy... you... slow down, don't be heard..." In an office on the fourth floor of the teacher's building, Emma, the homeroom teacher of Class Three, blushed and couldn't help but gasp for breath.

She sat on the office chair with a sturdy arm, half of her black professional attire taken off, revealing her tender and plump chest, and the black strands on her legs were also pulled down to her thighs.

Under the guidance of her arm owner, Emma's curvy body kept rising and falling, and her full and soft chest rhythmically jumped. Despite trying to suppress it, she still couldn't help but let out tempting moans from her mouth.

Jeremy behind Emma smiled and joked, "Didn't you just tell me to hurry up?"

"I... I wanted you to end it quickly!" Emma's eyes were filled with shame, anger, and confusion as she faced Jeremy's teasing and the strong waves of impact beneath her.

She didn't understand why Jeremy, who was just a teenager under eighteen years old, had such strong endurance.

In the end, Emma had no choice but to give Jeremy oral sex.

Jeremy sat on the chair in the office, feeling his penis wrapped in a warm lump.

Oh Yeah...

The warm touch made Jeremy couldn't help but take a breath.

His body slowly relaxed as he comfortably gazed out the window at the scenery.

Below the blue sky and white clouds, the teaching buildings stood quietly, with teachers occasionally passing by holding books, and groups of young boys and girls sitting on the grass in the sports field, chatting and laughing.

Observing the peaceful campus, Jeremy felt somewhat dazed.

The events of three years ago flashed before his eyes like a fleeting dream.

Collapsed buildings, flying bullets, and wailing crowds seemed as if they had happened just yesterday.

But all of that was now behind him.

Now, Jeremy was just a high school senior with no family ties.

Unless something unexpected happened, he would live out his life in tranquility, never again touching upon those past horrors.

In his previous life, Jeremy had been a mercenary in a war zone, walking daily among gunfire and explosions, ultimately losing not only his life on the battlefield but also carrying severe post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) with him to this parallel world.

If Jeremy hadn't been lucky enough to encounter a skilled psychologist after his transmigration, it's highly likely he would've ended up committing stress-induced crimes and spending the rest of his life in prison.

Regardless, the fact that he was still alive was fortunate enough.

Shaking his head, Jeremy was about to look away when he suddenly froze. A line of text slowly appeared before him.

[Alert: 29 minutes and 59 seconds left until the arrival of the Apocalypse Game.]

"The Apocalypse Game? What's that?"

Jeremy wondered, puzzled.

But before he could think further, the text disappeared, and no matter how long he stared, it didn't reappear.

"A hallucination?"

Jeremy pinched the bridge of his nose, dismissing it as a mistake.

He had experienced this before; his PTSD often caused him to have hallucinations.

Jeremy glanced over them without much thought.

But that one glance made his body freeze instantly, a chill running down his spine.

Thousands of lines of text appeared before Jeremy!

[Aron, Ordinary Person]

[Alert: After the Apocalypse Game begins, he will turn into a zombie.]

...

[Dino, Ordinary Person]

[Alert: After the Apocalypse Game begins, he will turn into a goblin.]

...

[Linna, Ordinary Person]

[Alert: After the Apocalypse Game begins, she will turn into a werewolf.]

...

Jeremy stood in the hallway, unable to move for a long time.

If what the text said was true, wouldn't all these people turn into monsters?

Just the thought of it made Jeremy's scalp tingle.

[Alert: 10 minutes and 31 seconds left until the arrival of the Apocalypse Game.]

Looking at the text before him, Jeremy's expression grew increasingly grave.

Jeremy wasn't sure if this was all just in his head, but he felt he should at least make some preparations.

If it were just his imagination, that would be for the best. But if it wasn't, and the apocalypse was indeed upon them, then the preparations he made could very well save his life!

Jeremy quickly weighed the pros and cons and made a beeline for his classroom.

With only 10 minutes to spare, he didn't have time for extensive preparations.

Fortunately, Jeremy had a habit of carrying weapons; he had two folding knives on him and several more in his backpack.

Navigating through the crowd downstairs, Jeremy arrived at Class 3-1.

Most people had already left, leaving only a dozen or so in the classroom.

Many were surprised to see Jeremy since, over the course of the semester, they could count on one hand the number of times he had showed up.

"What brings you to class today? Did Emma come to your house for a home visit again?" asked a skinny boy from the back of the room, his face full of confusion. He knew Jeremy well enough to know that only Emma could make Jeremy attend class obediently.

He was Jeremy's deskmate, Ritchie, an anime fan and a bit of a homebody. The two of them got along quite well.

"Came back for something, hold my backpack for me, will you?" Jeremy responded, neither confirming nor denying.

Jeremy's seat was right next to Ritchie's, within easy reach.

Taking advantage of the moment, Jeremy scanned his classmates.

Then, he unexpectedly discovered...

Within his class, there were two individuals capable of awakening supernatural abilities!