Genocide Reality

"I don't like it anymore, Aicai!

I couldn't breathe because of the smell of death.

In front of me, a girl student was crying down with red blood paste on her white sailor clothes.

Blood stains splashed across his face, and the glasses he was wearing were unbroken and cracked.

The bloody female student keeps calling her name over and over again, holding the body of a friend who lived until just now.

That quickly turned into a meaningless scream.

It's like the end of the world. I turned away unintentionally, but the girl's desperate golden cuts just annoy me when I'm listening.

Was it the name Aicai Maito, the brown-haired girl who had been moving around vigorously until just now?

She, maybe, came forward to protect her friends.

And he ate a direct blow from the front of the stream arrow. I was nearby, and I heard the sound of my skull crushing.

The brown-haired female student, whose forehead was pierced by an arrow, still lived with the sound of Hugh, Hugh and the whistle, but took her breath out in no time.

In a situation like this, you may die from a good guy trying to help others.

I guess I was still lucky not to die instantly with a sharp, pointy twist penetrating as far as my head, but the same if I didn't help.

Either way, we don't have a doctor or a cure, so there's no allowance for the seriously injured.

Ryuma Sakamoto, who died after I was slashed in the head, was also thinking carelessly about whether it was like this.

If a head injury produces a bloody pink brain plasma (yesterday), he says it won't help first.

I never thought I'd see such a sigh of sorrow in reality.

When people say they died in front of them, they kind of haven't felt at all realistic since just now. I feel like I'm watching from somewhere far away, including myself standing up flashly.

It's all like everyone else...... no, I shake my head that this thought is no good.

Be sane, you're about to have dissociation symptoms.

Even I, the bystander, want to escape from reality.

I lost my friend, and I said, "Hey!" There was nothing more a female student could do to shake her hair and become semi-frequent.

No, ruthless I'm not trying to do anything from the beginning.

With these guys, I had decided from the beginning not to let my emotions go through. I kind of knew there would be a sacrifice.

Even I'm desperate to survive.

Right now, I can't afford to care about other people.

Even before such a catastrophe, the charisma of Shuichi Nanakai, the leader of the group, was remarkable.

When I walked over to us standing up, I took off my uniform jacket and gently put it on Aicai's body.

And suddenly I hugged a girl full of blood clinging to my friend's body by pulling her up to peel her off from it.

The Seven Seas embrace a desperate girl, but also weep from her own eyes, encouraging her with a squeezing voice.

"Sapporo Pictorial Vegetables (Sasuki-na), we are all in pain together. Until Aicai Maito's minute, who died protecting you, you have to live. Let's get up and move on, we can almost get to an absolutely safe place. You can't give up!

The Seven Seas can command a female student who has lost her friend in front of her to move forward without any hesitation.

Shuichi Nanakai shrugged her tears and once again forcefully said, "You have to live!" and watching her take the hand of pictorial vegetables and inspire them, she's about to draw me in this way.

Sapporo Picture Vegetables, desperate until just now, rose flatly with its hanging voice.

Thus, he tries to walk forward as the Seven Seas say.

What psycho-manipulative magic. This. If I'd listened to the Seven Seas, I'd think it'd be easier.

This thought is also dangerous. Put a "fuck you" in your heart.

Even I am careful not to be flushed around, so in this extreme state, there is not a single adolescent girl or anything that can easily be flushed by emotions.

They all move, as ordered by the Seven Seas.

At the call of Shuichi the Seven Seas, sixty of the one hundred and eighty students voluntarily participated in dangerous combat groups.

I think this is a pretty high rate. Besides, there was a lot of mixed up female students who were supposed to hate rough things.

He says that when we go to extremes, we see the true value of people, but the power to gather this people of the Seven Seas is not enough words for charisma.

You're empathic (sympathetic), you can call it a kind of alien.

Most of the female students who participated were originally surrounded by Seven Seas Girls.

Seven Seas Vice Chairman, who is also an overwhelmingly good man at school, had a lot of girls doing fan club meh things because they can't confess but they don't belong to anyone.

Therefore, I fear for the woman's courage that she is entering the man enough to advance into the march of death and participate.

With the exception of the sixty combat groups I also participate in, half of the other one hundred and twenty remain in the classroom with the teachers, and the other sixty feel like they're moving as they please without clumping together.

The current situation is more or less divided into three groups: the Battle Group of the Seven Seas, the Residual Group of Teachers, and those moving in pieces.

That's how the battle group sacrifice put in Aicai Maito (Maruya), who just died, into six. There are four more serious injuries than you can walk, and countless fine injuries.

Incidentally, it is all female students who hit an arrow that flew by stepping on a trap (trap) or when a flameball (fireball) hit and died in flames.

Many female students seem to be less combative with dangerous fronts being walked among the members of the combat group.

I think you're a great politician if Shuichi Nanakai is doing this with the intent of taking the leadership of a combat group, but no.

The one who is plotting to do so is Ryoshi Jingu Temple, who shines his glasses as a flank of Shuichi Nanakai.

I've been named Ada with my insidious glasses and heart for a long time, but I'm here to reveal my true nature.

Seventy-three portions of Tulun and neat dark hair. Degree strong silver edge glasses. It fits white gloves to see where they came from. Even in this situation, what makes those white gloves even worse is the evidence that they're letting the dirty guy be the other one.

Intelli, the third-largest overall grader of the school year, was on the Executive Committee of the Student Council. The same was true at school, but even in this emergency it is still moving closer to Shuichi Nanakai.

Tall, child-faced, not as good as the Seven Seas, but neat. Her expression is also soft and she laughs calmly all the time. The good material waist of the product will look harmless honor students.

But the truth is, I can't be caught off guard in the dark. Poor eyesight comes not from poor eyesight and narrow eyes, but from sexual roots.

Sounds good when it comes to plotters, wisdom bags, staff types, etc.

The shrine temple is a covan shark that uses the charisma of vice chairman of the Seven Seas to turn from behind and get a delicious place.

I think it's the psychopath through ruthlessness that won't move one eyebrow if people die in front of you.

Damn, I used to say that when you get to the extreme, you see the true price of people.

There are a lot of bad rumors in the Shrine Temple of Yin Glasses that I don't know how far it is true.

I can't believe I put conflicting students in a trap and pushed them out of school, or that they were getting their hands on the girl students surrounding the Seven Seas.

There is no evidence, but there is no smoke standing where there is no fire. Those are the shady glasses that seem flat.

As the shrine looked around the whole situation, she bellowed her red and nagging lips.

I see only two types of glasses in my eyes that give me a quiet cold smile: one that works for me and the other that doesn't.

I don't miss putting weak students up front in an unusable order and trying to crush them as a trap.

I just can't say I'm wrong about that, so I've seen it. It can also be said that there is no choice in this emergency.

So far, that's how it's going, so I can't help it. If you give a good interpretation, you can call it a doer or ruthless.

The leader of the passionate and the insidious glasses. I guess it's a good combination to lead a group.

Either way, I don't really want to get involved in that.

"Hey, you're an absolute trap there! Light your feet properly, check them, avoid them and move on."

"Ah, yes. I'm sorry."

There was a female student whose feet were dangerously unbound (nappy). I was just wondering how to kill him, and I caution him.

Then a shrine temple watching the whole thing in the middle of the group skipped a warning to me with a small but often resounding voice.

"Mayuki, don't get out too far in advance. Because it's your role to prepare for monsters."

"But..."

"I'm in charge of the assignment. What, you're gonna step forward instead of her?

"Ku......"

"Don't look like that, it's a joke. If everyone does their part, it's gonna work. If you say you can give me better instructions than I do, I can take your place."

I can't do that either. I'm sorry.

It is also obvious that I am not a man of such exceptional victory as to buy a dangerous trap trapper and lead instead of a shrine temple.

Driven by the cold gaze of the shrine temple, I'm being trapped with pine lights in my avant-garde, and I'm just asking the girls again, "Look closely if there's anything strange at my feet, my life is at stake!," he lowered back, speaking only in his voice.

There's nothing more I can do.

Shrine Temple is right, I don't know. I can't risk it for a girl.

Together with Kumiko Kyujo (lottery cucumber), it seems that me and Setsuki, who are putting them behind a group, are counting as a force to fight monsters, and they are not yet in the order of putting them forward and crushing them.

Or maybe I just haven't gotten into my sight since the beginning of the F group of people, but either way, I'll have to keep it discreet because if it's marked with those insidious glasses, it'll be a hassle.

Oh, shit!

I said it was that dangerous, and the careless female student is hovering around with her belly pierced by a sharp blade that has popped out of the ground. It's not instant death, but it's just not dead yet.

Even if trapped female students wake up and scatter in severe pain and spew out what's in their stomachs with blood reflexes, the guys around them don't even try to help just slowly avoiding them.

I'm afraid to get my hands in the blade of a trap, and I guess I'm already tired and I'm a billionaire. I know it's too late to help.

If I get hurt badly, I won't help. I can't think about other people, if I don't think I'm the next one to die.

Already, the humanity of this population is wearing out. We all just drag our tired feet, look for safe routes with no traps and move forward.

I'll tell myself as many times as I can, but what the Seven Seas and the Shrine Temple combine is not a wrong decision. Even at the cost of sacrifice, it was a reality that we had to move forward here.

If you let me command the group, I can proceed without more damage... oh my god, I can't tell you even if my mouth is torn.

In a situation where a trap or monster kills you if you make a mistake, the very fact that so many have been able to act was an organization, is probably because it is led by the charismatic Seven Seas.

Whenever a girl student who is less than warriorly valuable or a boy student who has been judged unusable is put forward and caught dead or wounded by a booby trap, I tongue that it's the way I don't care, but even I don't want to be the only person to complain, so I just have to put up with it.

The Seven Seas, which heads the group, and the Shrine Temple, which heads up in the center, are doing the right thing as a collective action that preceded the crisis.

Move on, move on, move on, everybody. Because if it stops, the situation will only get worse and there will be more victims.

Even if you risk it, there's only one way to go.

And if I'm going to use it anyway, I'm going to put the weak one forward that I can't use for combat, I'm not wrong...

The strange thing about it is that the weak students, who have no shards of bravery, die standing in front of them as they are told by the Seven Seas and the Shrine Temple.

Even if I were told to step forward and play the trap trapper, I'd definitely run away.

These guys, do you really understand the shitty position they're putting you in?

I was freaked out when I got to the thought, "Maybe you didn't even notice that."

My view that you're crushing someone you can't use could be a mistake. The Shrine Temple picks a man with no idea what's going on, a weak life force, and puts him forward.

Students with weak minds may be less stressed to move with promises while someone commands them to, rather than against a group under this extreme stress.

That's how you manipulate group psychology and drive people to their dead places, which is a bad analogy, but it seems like Mao Zedong or Porpoto lead guerrillas to fight.

The Seven Seas, who are leading the group, are really horrified to see if they are high school students.

Even so, I wouldn't call it the best, but the right choice for Better. Still, I'm too much of a politician to do that, and I hate them.

Even if I'm right, there's nothing I can do about the discomfort.

I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks so. But that's because I know I can't help it now.

I guess everyone won't say anything. There's no way you can do better or even if they tell you to come up with a counterproposal.

"Setsuki, do you remember where the trap is?"

"Yeah, I remember it right."

I'll check with Setsuki walking beside me.

Smartphones become unusable sooner or later without power, and I didn't bring my notebook, so I just have to memorize them all with my head.

"Look, here comes the monster again"

"I don't like it anymore..."

I think Setsuki, who can still put up a knife and fight with a weak sound in a crying voice, has a surprisingly strong core. Don't worry, I'll do just your share.

I got a Battle Axe (Battleax) because of it. I got excited, I sifted my arm, and I slashed and tore a pig human disguise.

Slashing and tearing a pig from his shoulder, his thick blood vessels were severed or his bloodshed splashed badly. I will tear the belly of the oak, which stands like a giant bob with groans, diagonally, continually.

A raw warm gut fell to the floor drooling and the screaming oak sank into its own blood buildup and ran out of breath.

The pig's blood is red, so I can't wait to beat a stop blow to the pig's head just in case. A pink liquid with a mixture of fat, blood and brain plasma, splashed from the head.

But pig blood is much better than sticky body fluids with goblin greens.

I'm used to slaughtering and killing people. I don't feel anything more about crushing my life with my own hands, or the cry of the sad severed demon that the monster I kill raises.

This is just slaughter. Even though people are becoming insensitive to dying in front of their eyes, they have no hesitation about killing pigs.

Kumiko uses the short sword as a spear in brackets at the end of the mop pattern.

Only goblins and orcs coming this way, stabbing and killing. Except for ourselves, the way we fight it doesn't matter is with me.

In a situation like this, it's normal not to even care about other people.

If you fight hard, you'll be stopped in the eyes of the shrine temple and put forward as a trap trapper. Don't just die on me, that's all that mattered now.

"Come on, let's not end this."

"Hasn't Kumiko been able to afford to play games?"

"I'm good, but spears don't hold better"

"If it's a short sword from Hotip, why not change it?"

If he's the one with the goblin, he can pick it up because he's falling for as much as he wants.

'Cause it's not, and it's getting worse.'

"Oh, I see"

Kumiko is tailored to spears by tying lots of rubber and ribbon cloth that girls always use to fasten their hair.

The strength is weak, I seem to be using it with care, but I guess if it runs out, I won't be able to replace it anymore.

"Can't you use weapons other than spears?"

"There's nothing I can't use, but you can't be heavy"

A weapon is like a man-shaped monster carrying it, but a half-rusted blade is just a weapon that pierces it with a Namakura or slaps it off with force.

For luxurious Kumiko to use, there are many weapons that are too heavy.

"I wish there was a weapon out of the chest that I could use. If you're close, Kumiko, you can ask Vice Chairman Nanakai."

"Stop it, and it's too dangerous for a chest."

Sometimes a crate occurs while proceeding with the dungeon.

When I opened it, it sometimes contained weapons, but often gold coins and gems.

Diamond, Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald, Topaz, Peridot, Lapis Lazuli......

The girls students, who had no eyes on light objects, jumped onto the chest to compete, but traps were set there as well.

A girl student who inadvertently opened the chest said, "Ouch!" I screamed and couldn't get up when I put my butt on. Thus, he fainted and lost consciousness as he was, emitting a high fever and retiring.

They think something like a poison needle flew into the clap that opened the crate and pierced it.

The seriously wounded and poisoned were more troublesome because they were manned by their caregivers.

I hate to say that it would still be better if you died, but that is the reality that is now being placed.

Since then, the chest has been left open and proceeding.

No matter how much you want gold or precious stones, they are not a safe substitute.

"Kumiko, don't get too close to that rat"

"What, it's not just a rat. I'm scared of rats, Cair!

The rat exploded making a loud noise with Byrne as he jumped on Kumiko, while swelling his body up bukku.

In the underground labyrinth, rats live, looking fat rats, but I didn't think they were just rats.

"Isn't a hazy mouse a monster? I've seen it in some kind of game, it doesn't seem as damaging, but do you feel it would be nice to surprise me with a suicide bomber and get caught in a trap with agitation?"

"You're a lousy creature."

Kumiko wiped the pink intestine of the rat on his face uncomfortably, having been exposed to plenty of splashed guts and flesh pieces of the rat.

It just doesn't seem dangerous to blow yourself up in front of you, but even small animals keep on attacking you uncomfortable without rest, so your spirit is slowly shredded.

But the placement of this trap and the emergence pattern of monsters. I have a sense of readiness somewhere.

Male students shouted at the beginning as they conceived where they had seen it.

I thought there was another crazy guy out there, and he doesn't seem to be.

"Yes, I knew it, this is the 'Genolia' world!

With Mojamoja's hair, a fat student with a face like a potato is raising her tall voice and ecstatic.

In the words of that boy student who was judged unusable and used as a trapper with the weak girls students, I was hacked.

Right, is it Genoria......

Was it a Genocide Reality dungeon?

That Moja-headed student just said, "Status open!" And so on and so on, I thought it was suspicious... but I guess he was a gamer just like me.

I was trying to give it a status, thinking about the possibility of being a gaming world.

Even if that's good, I didn't expect you to notice a resemblance to Genoria before me in this extreme state.

He's a lot more of a mind-breaker than he looks. You're a cautious person.

"Look, guys, there's a hole in Nara. This is the world of games called Genocide Reality."

Mojah's head, he explains around, but he seems to have touched his mind and hasn't been dealt with from around him.

That's right, Genocide Reality is an old game, I don't know any high school kids right now.

Even if we make a scene about it, it's more natural that nobody's dealing with us.

Suddenly I thought I laughed, they thought I'd touched my mind because there were also female students who ran and jumped into the pit and committed suicide.

I, too, softly advance forward and softly visualize the Naruto hole, pointed by Moja's head.

If you observe closely with a pine light in the large rift that is breaking ground, an iron plate is affixed and it says' entrance to Tartarus'.

(Seems true, I still can't totally believe it...)

I sighed deeply as I pretended to have a flat face so no one would notice.

The entrance to Tartarus, commonly known as' Naruto ', is the first trap of' Genocide Reality '.

A trap, or just a big hole in the ground crack, but if you fall from here, you'll fall all the way down to the tenth basement floor at once.

Perhaps the legend is based on the fact that you will continue to fall for ten days and reach hell (Tartarus), but that makes it more impossible to split up.

The bottom of Naruto does not die from the damage of the fall, as it is designed to absorb the shock even if it falls.

It's a convenient way to get to the basement 10th floor at once for skilled players, but if a beginner falls, he dies a hundred percent by being attacked by a powerful monster.

It's a game, so there are quite a few guys who suddenly die from this.

If you look at it as a hole, it can be called a first-sight trap, to kill an idiot who wants to penetrate it.

"Believe me, guys, there's a staircase to the ground right from here. It's a safe zone, I know it!

Moja, with her head so noisy on her ass, I looked down at the hole leading to Naruto and sighed deeply again.

Sure, I thought you might recognize the placement of the trap. What I didn't realize was that it was a detour.

But who really thinks you're in the game world? The world of games, the world of games...... I'll roll that word with my mouth, but it can't be a bit real, can it?

However, it is reasonable to determine that in order to see the unanimity so far. Moja, you're probably right about what your head says.

I whispered, "Status open," too.

I'm not answering... well, there's no way out. Genoria is a game where quantified stats don't exist.

Launched in the United States in 1987 A.D., Genocide Reality is a real-time 3D (thready) dungeon RPG that defeated the old RPG common sense.

As its title suggests, there is no information such as levels or talent values indicating the status of characters present in the general RPG in Genoria pursuing 'reality', albeit pseudo.

If you want to know what your current situation is, you have to look into it at a shrine in the 'city' on earth.

Still, all I can tell is the rank according to my profession and mastery of warriors (fighters), light traders (ventures), monks (priests) and magicians (magicians).

Of course, quantified data should exist because it's a game, but much of the character information has become unconfirmable (masked data) because it undermines realism.

Instead is a gauge showing Health Stamina Mana and a gauge of hunger, thirst, and sleep.

It's a simple logic. You don't eat stuff, you don't drink moisture, if you don't sleep, your stamina runs out and you lose your health and you die eventually.

In such a pseudo- but real world, all systems continue to move without stopping. Players live, adventure, and die there.

At the time, it was a groundbreaking system and was considered the most realistic game.

Throughout the United States, the big hits were skipped and the global boom, Genocide Reality, was followed by one sequel to MMO.

It is also the pyramid (Kinjitoku) that has had a lot of impact on the game since then, but there were countries that did not sell at all as opposed to its global boom.

Our country, Japan.

Of course, even in Japan, Genoria was highly regarded by the game players and many times a Japanese translated version was transplanted, but as the name bearing the mass slaughter (genocide) suggests, this game is highly challenging when played. It becomes the so-called, dying kind of gay.

Tons of monsters coming under attack with ferocity that doesn't read the air and a dungeon full of first-sight traps.

Of course, the strength of non-Japanese players does not mean that they are extraordinarily good. Europe and America have a culture of flat cheats.

If you die, you can reset it and go back to the previous save point before you get caught in the autosave, or you can hack the system itself and weaken the enemy and tweak the player hard for anything. Europeans and Americans have many players who do cheats like that flat out.

Many players abroad enjoyed Genoria by coming around to a modified version that had lowered the difficulty beforehand.

While it's a famous game, few abroad will have a mazo gamer who played Genoria decently and completed it to the end.

On the other hand, the Japanese are a people who even play (games) seriously.

The crazy game balance that you can't normally do and clear is called fucking gay in Japan.

Even if I say Genoria was a global boom, it's an old century game.

I mean, no one knows Genoria but as much as that Moja head or a supercrossbow game geek like me who likes retro games.

"Should I keep my mouth shut..."

"What's going on?

I was going to pretend to be flat, but Setsuki called out to me when she realized how weird I was staring at the bottom of Natsuo all the time.

As always, he's a sharp one.

For a moment, I thought I'd just tell one friend, but I'll stop that, too.

Some say that the mouth is the source of disaster. It's nothing that will happen because Seki found out, and there's a risk that rejection will put him in a dangerous position.

Like that Moja head (let's find out what his name was later), it's unwise to brag that he knows about Genoria.

Inspiring knowledge can also cause you to get caught up in every trouble. This time with lots of players, it's not an offline game.

Probably interpersonal, multiplayer. Wouldn't the MMO version of the rule apply?

If so, even rare items exist that can only be obtained by the first person.

I still don't want anyone else to know valuable tactical information, if possible.

Keeping the information secret (one thing) makes me feel somewhat comfortable if there are more deaths, but the guide to the other students will be done by the mojah head of your conditioner.

I'm going to sneak up on one person and get the advantage (advantage) of living in this world. I'll indulge in plenty of cheats.

Oh, my God, you're getting fun.

"Are you laughing?

"Nothing, it's time to go."

Ahead of the battle group, I hear cheers.

That Moja head must have led us all to find the stairs to the ground.

Seeing the light on the ground as it plugs through the stairs blinds me.

The 'city' ahead has become a safety zone where no monsters enter and where negative behavior between players is also prohibited.

Reaching into his pocket and checking the time of his smartphone, he was in the dungeon for only about three hours.

With all that time, we've made a lot of sacrifices.