Chapter 102.1: Surviving the Harsh Reality, Origin

Chapter 102.1: Surviving the Harsh Reality, Origin

This prequel describes the incident that was the direct cause of Takerus transmigration to the harsh fantasy world. This is four chapters long.

I spent a few moments in a daze, looking out the classroom window.

Its another beautiful day with a few clouds.

At the podium, a mature Japanese teacher is talking about Soseki Natsume with a knowing look on his face.

How can I know what the author was thinking at that time when Im just reading what he wrote?

I cursed to myself I dont care.

I glance sideways at the prettiest girl in the class and when our eyes almost meet, I put my face down and read my book.

Or course, its not the textbook for the class. Ive already read the Japanese textbook when I got it so its boring to read it again.

Well, its not only in the Japanese class that I dont listen. Since I entered high school, I havent been listening to school lessons properly and have been reading novels(light novels) all the time.

I really got into a boring high school just because it happened to have the highest deviation score among all the schools I could get into.

As a complete dropout, I have already given up on the idea of having a decent high school life.

One good thing is that I can spend all day long reading books like this and get lost in my fantasy.

When my brain no longer accepts the Theory of War by Clausewitz, Ill read a slightly naughty novel in order to revitalize my tired brain.

No one interrupts me when Im doing this nonsense in Japanese class.

Thats what happened when I read Hermann Hesses Demian the other day.

If Im seriously doing something else, the teachers wont pay attention to me.

Maybe the teachers dont care about me because Im not the type to stand out and Im also a dropout.

Im not interested in other people either and it would be convenient if we were both submitting to each others interference.

But his Theory of War is boring compared to Sun Tzus Theory or Monarchs that I read last time. I understand that idea is important but I cant get into it.

Looking at the motionless student, I wondered if a human could bleed that much just from a deep neck bite.

I wondered if she was dead and looked at her while feeling chilly.

Gyaaa! Oi stop, stoppppp! No no no!

The language teachers wild and angry shouts quickly turn into high-pitched screams. Amidst the ruckus, screams, and yells, there was a distinctly unpleasant sound, as if a joint had been snapped or a bone had been broken, resounded.

Then, I heard the sound of flesh being torn off.

I guessed that the teacher had gone berserk with such force that the prowler, who has an eerily pale face, had restrained him with even more force, causing his arm to be ripped off as it was.

The teachers screams soon stopped and only the sound of flesh being chewed can be heard.

The classroom was instantly covered with loud shouts and screams as the teacher was killed and the air became thick with foul odor.

I think I just hear the switch that flips my daily routine into extraordinary.

My brain, which had been used to this kind of fantasy for a long time and specialized for the unusual, is flooded with adrenaline as I start to think lucidly and rationally. My sleepiness has been cleared so much that I felt super refreshed.

I look at the suspicious mans pale face. It looked like he was suffering from a vicious disease and the crusty skin on his chapped cheeks looked like it was about to fall off.

After devouring the male teacher, he staggered to get up on his feet as if drunk, unresponsive to all the noise around him.

My nose was smelling the stench of a rotting corpse, along with the thick scent of blood, and I think it is safe to conclude that this guy was a zombie.

I was lucky I happened to be sitting by the window. After all, in a death game like this, initial placement is everything. And the next thing that makes the difference between life and death is quick action.

I bypassed the center of the commotion and quickly and quietly escaped alone from the front exit of the classroom.

I quickly grab my bag, but Im sure this wont be a weapon.

There were no zombies in the hallway so I made my way to the shoe closet.

I toss my bag down and pick up my umbrella.

This one is easier to use given its longer reach.