The World Is Overflowing with Monster, I'm Taking a Liking to This Life

Day four with monsters overflowing the world.

In the city centre, there was still chaos.

Suddenly emerged monsters, blocked information networks, and collapsed buildings.

While disaster warnings and evacuation guidance were not issued, people had no choice but to judge and act on their own.

Cage Castle or action?

- Let's go to the shelter.

People who thought so and chose to evacuate.

They managed to make their way to the place designated as an emergency shelter while being threatened by monsters spreading outside.

Nowadays, on the fourth day, public facilities such as bureaux and schools are overflowing with people who have been evacuated.

But it's not like something's progressing from there.

Most people are waiting for evacuation instructions now or now, but there has always been no contact from the government, officials.

Go to the shelter and you'll be safe. The government and militia will do something about it.

That's how easily their hopes were shattered.

"How come there's no evacuation instructions?

"What is the government doing?

"I'm hungry."

"You're really safe here, aren't you?

The people gathered in the shelter were frightened and anxiety was spreading.

Why isn't the government moving?

The reason for this is simple and clear.

Because there is no precedent.

It's also a B-rated movie, and who the hell would seriously assume that a monster would attack a bunch of people?

Too unrealistic a reality.

Impossible situation.

Still, the government also initially tried to move to crack this down.

But things don't carry that well.

The location of the law and responsibility also interfered with the attempt to set up a countermeasure headquarters to clean things up.

What about Article IX of the Constitution? Will a monster be a natural disaster? What's the clear culture of the manual?

Ultra-legislative measures? Then who's to blame?

Discussions do not proceed as late, and while they do, citizens are attacked by monsters.

The paradox that we should be discussing to reduce monster damage, but monster damage increases.

I also applauded the inability to use communication equipment.

I can't use my email, my smartphone, or my phone.

Even though I communicate one contact, it's all verbal.

How many hours does it take for instructions from above to reach other facilities that are intermediate, terminal, and endless? Damage continues to increase in the meantime.

No, there were times when monsters attacked me on my way to tell me in the first place and the information itself was blocked.

And it takes time again. The damage spreads.

It's just a negative spiral.

"I don't like it anymore. I'm getting away."

"Wow, me too."

"Me too. I have a family."

"Yes, why should we?

"Ma, wait! When we're gone, who's gonna give us evacuation instructions?"

"You can do whatever you want."

"Don't be ridiculous! We're civil servants! With the blood tax of the people..."

"Then you stay. I'll run away."

At the beginning they were obliged to complete their duties, too, and over time the plating gradually peeled off.

Those who are frightened by fear and give up their duties, those who try to flee with their families, those who desperately stop it, those who give evacuation instructions at their own discretion.

It doesn't matter up or down when this happens.

It would be a very natural accomplishment for everyone to try to survive on their own.

Confusion called for confusion, which led to further confusion.

The law makes no sense as the law, a world where all morality and values are overshadowed until then.

In that...

"You've earned experience."

Announcement that rings in my head.

Shibata, a poor looking high school student while listening to that, turns back.

"All right, I knocked this one down! Hey, Osama! What about you?"

"Yes, I'm fine! I managed to take him down."

"Okay."

Shibata continued to travel towards school after fleeing the home center.

There are five members in all.

Others in Shibata are two classmates and one middle-aged man and one college student who has been evacuated.

Shibata-kun. With the current goblin, I got a level up, but how do I allocate the points?

"Uh, Osama, you did choose 'Adventurer'. Then raise" physical fortification "to LV2. Just raising one level is quite different."

"Wow, okay..."

A middle-aged man who listens to Shibata's instructions and assigns skill points.

Watching that, Shibata was impressed.

People are different, he said.

A middle-aged man who was so frightened that he could only beg for help is now acting with them as a full force.

I don't know what changes have been made in middle-aged men.

But at least under these circumstances, it was a thankless change above all else.

"... Nishino, where are you now?

"I don't know. But at least I don't think he's dead."

Nishino must have escaped with Roppo.

Rokka was the strongest of their group.

He should be alive as long as there's nothing left to do.

"Let's just go to school. Nishino-san and the others are looking for it."

There is no certainty, but Shibata had stepped on it, saying it was likely.

Prior to the Orc raid, Nishino was exploring a new base of activity.

That's where people are going to get together, too.

So for now, they decided to go for the school closest to here.

(Please be safe, Nishino...)

In my heart Shibata swears.

I will never abandon my people again.

Absolutely make it look alive with them.

With determination in his heart, he went to school with his peers.

"You've earned experience."

"Oh, I knew it. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

"Oh, all right, well done, brother. Then leave the rest to your sister! Come on, let's pretend!

That being said, the girl put her hands together and burned down the goblins in front of her.

To the sight, the boy is a big deal.

"Ooh! Awesome! That's right, hey!

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! More praise!

The boy and the girl are in a good mood to defeat the monsters.

The advance of innocent children lasted until they were tired and took a nap.

"You've earned experience."

"Captain, we've cleared the surrounding monsters."

"Thank you."

In the makeshift tent, young militia members report to the old man.

"The evacuees are being directed to places as instructed.... but are you sure it was good?

"What?

"No, the... don't wait for the instructions above, move on your own..."

"I know what you're trying to say. But on top of that, what have you been doing for the last four days?

An old man, called captain, puts a coffee cup in his hand on the table.

"It's all going to be too late waiting for their instructions. It is the militia (we) that will take the scene. It means nothing, such as immobile justice. We have to save one and many people."

"But..."

"Look, this is an 'order'. You disobey my 'orders', the chief officer in the field?

This young man is currently the highest ranked man in this shelter.

And if they were 'ordained', they would have to obey.

"Eh... sorry, Captain..."

The young militia couldn't have been unaware of the intention.

"You just have to understand. What happened to the chopper you were sending out for reconnaissance?

"Two of the three planes are returning. But… one of the planes sent to the border has not yet returned."

The old captain looks reluctant on the report.

The members who sent them to the border are all skilled with experience in monster crusades.

That doesn't go back. What does that mean?

I don't know. It's not him.

He immediately ordered the troops to be summoned.

"You've earned experience."

A voice echoes in my head.

But never mind, 'he' stares at the girl who has become an unspeakable carcass.

It's the girl he just broke his neck bone to death.

He said this to her with a full smile.

"Thank you, thank you."

Day four has become a world full of monsters.

Those who were the Lord had already begun to show their heads.

And -.

- All right, then, let's go.

"Right."

"Wow."

"... (sighs)"

Get ready, they move too.

The stage moves to the heart of the city where people and monsters get into a mess.